The hill

An so I finally got my manure together, I looked the devil in the eye, I grabbed the bull by the horn and  a few more hackneyed expressions...in short..I went to town. I got the mutts safely ensconced inside the house and I merrily skedaddled down the road when suddenly i had to stop. My legs were not doing what they were supposed to do. I stood there, in the middle of my badly paved road, all by myself and took stock of the situation. The situation being that I had pain in my legs and felt that I did not really control them.
Now i have done this trip many times. It is easy when you go down the hill---normally.   So why was I having these problems ?    Old Age.  Plain and simple. I am getting old....correction..I AM OLD...I will be 69 this August...or maybe even 70..I am not too sure. What I am sure about is that I cannot do what I used to do without even thinking.
Anyway. I took a couple of deep breaths, counted to some silly number and proceeded to the bus stop and on to town, where I did all the things i had decided to do, shopping et al.
And got my weary self on buses going back to Mismaloya where I was confronted with the daunting task of climbing the hill to get to my house. I did climb the fricking hill and I did huff and puff and I did take a lot of breaks to catch my breath, but I did do it, dragging my groceries in two big shopping bags.
I idly wondered why I was having such a bad time schlepping back up the hill. I had been particularly careful in my choices of comestibles, to wit, rather than buying four cartons of cheap red wine I limited myself to ONE.  One silly carton of wine. Surely that could not be the problem. Then I had the bright idea, after I had unpacked my groceries and taken the dogs for their midday walk, to check the receipt and see whatever cargo I had been hauling up the hill.
About 15 kilos worth of stuff.
No wonder I felt a bit put upon. And I had been so careful, I thought. So certain to pare down my purchases to bare essentials. 15 kilos worth of bare essentials. However, hauling 15 kilos ( 33 pounds ) up the hill in two bags is hard work even for a young and fit person and I am neither young nor fit.
So I suffered.
And I realized with excruciating pain that I am now OLD.
I am old and I hurt when I do things that i used to be able to do without even thinking, like going up and down my hill. Yikes, but how I hate this.
I have decided i deserve to empty my one carton of cheap wine..and I will.
Tomorrow is another day and I may think of something else to bitch about