My wonderful husband completely and utterly surprised me last week with:
1) An unexpected visit from my parents, who live in England. When they walked through the door Thursday evening I freaked out!
2) A surprise party with friends and family Friday night. I thought we were going out for dinner with my parents, but SURPRISE!
He planned and orchestrated everything so well. He was up to his eyeballs in a proposal at work so I figured he hadn’t had time to plan anything. I have to admit that I also didn’t want to get my hopes up and be disappointed. Apparently he’d been planning this since July! No-one spilled the beans. A few friends avoided me the week before, because they were afraid they’d say something. I must admit to feeling slightly depressed, with no-one responding to me or answering my request to celebrate. I thought they didn’t care. How wrong I was.
When I’m asked if I feel 40, I don’t really know how to answer. Aside from the obvious fact that I haven’t quite reached 40 (one more day!), what does 40 feel like?
When I was in my twenties, working out was more of a mental battle than a physical one. My body was willing, but my mind was weak and would allow me to make excuses for not running or shorten my run if I actually made it out the door. Now, my mind is stronger, more disciplined but, unfortunately, my body is not. The battle these days involves more rest and recovery, less frequent hard efforts, and listening very carefully to what my body is trying to say.
In triathlon, I’ve been 40 since the beginning of the year, since triathletes must race the age they’ll be on December 31st of that year. So in May, at my first tri of 2012, I raced with “40” stamped on my calf and placed 2nd in the 40-44 division. The previous October I’d lamented not being in that age group at Ironman 70.3 Austin as it meant that my swim wave started 30 minutes later. But in August 2012 I wished I were back in the 35-39 age group because my swim wave at the National Championships in Vermont was an hour later than the 35-39s!
What’s most weird is running as a 39 year old while competing in triathlon as a 40 year old. It means I’m in two completely different age groups. I’m looking forward to being one age: 40.
My first race as a (genuine) 40 year old was to be Marine Corps Marathon, which was to be a training run for JFK 50, a race I promised I’d run as a 40 year old. Neither will happen this year. My calf tear is lingering as a result of my failing to allow it to heal properly. So now I must sit out, wait patiently, and train for Boston Marathon, my first marathon as a 40 year old.
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Do you have a big birthday coming up? Just recently had one?
Thoughts on getting older? Wiser? Smarter?!