It’s official.* I’m 40. I’m now a Masters runner. I now have 5 minutes extra to qualify for Boston. I now could potentially qualify as a cougar! My metabolism is officially gonna start slowing down. Blah. Blah. Blah.
So many of my family and friends have dreaded turning 40. To me, it hasn’t been something I’ve been dreading. Really, it hasn’t been a big deal. To me, 40 means more confidence in who I am and who I want to be. I’ve spent many years growing and being and developing. I’ve made some big changes the last year in my job and attitude. I’m at a point in my life where I know what and who are important to me. A number, even if it’s a big one that starts with an F, isn’t gonna derail me from living life to its fullest, and having a damn good time doing it.
I’m ready for 40. Bring it.
*Well, it will be official in 19 minutes; I’m too old to stay up til midnight. I’m going to bed now.