Last night I talked myself into getting back on the treadmill, in hopes to run myself younger.

Today when I jumped on the moving ground again, I used my old MP3 player to get my move grove on. (Not recalling what music was about to play) It’s been said that smell is the biggest memory trigger, but I’ll confirm another is Music. A grin stretched across my face as the drum beat from “once bitten twice shy” began……”all over God’s world”.

The memory of my older brother (then 18) Bucky in full force jam session with his air guitar (or broom), faded black Metallica t-shirt and a classy black light, lit up my mind. Images of his buddies, skateboards, and the varsity football squad (savagely searching for grub in my moms kitchen) had me laughing with each step I took.

In the 30 minutes I stepped through my work out today, I heard White Snake, Guns and Roses, Metallic etc. All the while thinking this music will forever connect me to someone I love very much. Bucky and I are separated by five years, making him always a few steps ahead of me in life. There’s been moments when I wished we were closer in age, sharing the same life experiences together.

As grown ups now with our own kids, and jobs and bills and travels and bills, him and I don’t connect as often as we did under the same roof. (thank you mom & dad for those memories) There always seems to be a place to be or thing to do. There hasn’t been a air guitar jam session in many years.

The music was a blessing today and it reminded me I can always look back and where we’ll be  perpetually 18 and 13 and smile. I’m also looking forward to running myself younger again tomorrow.