Am I Getting That Old?

It's been a little while since I blogged, so bear with me. Here we go:
Ok, so I know I say it all the time: "I'm getting old", but when I said it I was only about half kidding. I know 31 isn't all that young, but according to my older friends, it isn't that old either. Well, I have to tell you, I think I may have to take out the half kidding thing from now on. I went out to a benefit concert held by some friends to raise money for the American Cancer Society. I drug a friend along and she brought her boyfriend, and her boyfriend brought one of his friends Since it was a benefit concert, I really had no plans of dancing. I figured we would stand around, talk and listen to good music. Well, the music was pretty good and I ended up dancing a few times, along with standing around talking and drinking beer. I had a better time than I have had in a long time. The bands were great and the company was a lot of fun. But, let me just tell you, this concert was on Saturday and it is now Monday morning and my legs and shoulders are still sore. I remember a time when I would go out drinking and dancing Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night. Then on Sunday, I couldn't wait until the next weekend came around so we could go again. These were nights when I danced pretty much every song, not just one night where I danced three or four times. I don't know how I did it back then. I mean, these days I work out pretty vigorously four to five days a week. I consider myself in decent shape for my age, and here a few dances nearly did me in. How ridiculous is that?! I don't drink anywhere near as much or as often as I use to because just a few beers will give me a hangover. And, that hangover doesn't just last a few hours the next day, it makes me want to lay on the couch for two days. Getting older is one of those things, I guess, where the benefits and the drawbacks just balance each other out. When I was in my twenties, if I needed to lose five pounds, it was gone by the end of the week with little to no effort. Now, I have a piece of cake and it shows up on the scale the next morning and it takes weeks of watching every bite I take and working out hard for it to go away. And, we've already discussed the effects of drinking too much. However, on the other hand, as I have settled into my thirties, I have become more comfortable with who I am, I care a little less about what people think about me and more about how I feel about myself, and I finally know what I want to do with my life. And, I figured it out before I start to forget who I am. Ha ha.