There are a lot of people talking about Madonna’s half time performance at the Super Bowl on Sunday. Was it the best show ever? No. But I thought it was pretty good as those things go. Is she the best half-time performer ever? I don’t think so, but I couldn’t tell you who’s done better. The best thing about Madonna’s show to me is that she is still rocking it at 53. Check. it. out. The woman has worked hard to keep in shape, she looks great–okay, she has to lip-sync now, but let’s be real. You remember how coaches told you to figure out if you are working your heart too hard? If you can still talk, great, but you shouldn’t be able to sing. I think singing and doing anything but standing there is hard. If she was going to move around, I don’t see how she could do anything but lip-sync. And move, she did. Some of those knee-bending moves that just made me hurt.
Whether you’re a fan or not, I think you have to give the girl some props. It ain’t easy getting old. Madonna and I are about the same age. I can’t do those knee bends without hurting something important. I consider myself in pretty good shape, but I don’t know if I could ever work enough to do some of the stuff she did. But I can run, and I am running in another half marathon this coming weekend. So I am driving the Cutest Kindergartner Ever somewhere and I told him I would be gone next weekend to run in a race. “Are you going to win?” he asked. I said no. “Are you going to be last?” I laughed and said no. I didn’t tell him I really hope to hell I don’t come in last but it’s not outside the realm of possibility. I told him I would be somewhere in the middle. He said, “Are you super super fast?” Because he’s all about super powers. I said, “I’m not fast. I’m slow. But I can do it for a long time.” I added that last part more for myself, my justification for not being fast and having no hope of ever being fast. I’m too big and too old to improve much, and honestly, I’m not Madonna. Unless there’s a really big prize like a million dollars, I am not inclined to put in all the physical work I’d have to do to gain a few minutes.
But the Cutest Kindergartner Ever said, “That’s okay. That means you’re super strong!” It does? He about cyborg or clydemore or someone who isn’t very fast, but he’s tough and he can pick Superman up with arm. Hey, I’ll take that. It made me smile. It made me think, he’s right. I AM strong. I can run 13 miles! I am a Cyborg! Or a Clydemore! Not sure which!
When I saw Madonna Sunday night I thought it was pretty darn good. For a cyborg.
Are you a Cyborg? How do you keep physically fit? What did you think of the halftime show? Who do you consider to be strong? Who is your getting-older role model? Be sure and ask Kathleen about the hand injury she got while running.
Wish me luck! I will be in Jacksonville Florida on 2/12 with several thousand other middle-agers trying to prove we are still strong.