Tomorrow is my 52nd birthday. That is the strangest thought... I will be 52 years old. I have never been one of those people that got really depressed when I hit those milestone birthdays...first 30, then 40,then 50. For me, getting older doesn't encite so much a feeling of sadness as it does a feeling of surprise. I am just surprised to think that I am really 52. I think the word for this is "denial" but it really is the emotion I feel. I know every birthday I get a year older so the number shouldn't come as such a surprise but inside this body that gets older every year lives the same person that was there in my twenties... hopefully a wiser, better version of that twenty-year old, but nonetheless, I have the same love for life and adventure and people. I have the same competitive, passionate spirit (even though some of my passions have changed) and I have many of the same quirky personality traits that I keep thinking I can change. It is a strange realization that I am in my fifties and there is no going back to those earlier years but I choose to embrace where I am at...I can still do a lot in my fifties...I can still run really far and bike really far and swim farther than I ever imagined. But I do have to admit, unlike in my twenties, everything hurts much worse the next day. So, happy birthday to me! And to all of you that worry about how old you are getting, just remember, you truly are only as old as you feel.
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