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Felt My Age…

I have mentioned over and over (and over) that I’ve turned 30. For the first time in my life, I have an experience that made me “feel my age.”

I was in the gym in the basement of my office building (it’s just a little office gym, it’s not like I work above a Planet Fitness or anything), and after 6:30 pm I am almost always the only person there. Personally, I enjoy that because I can just do my own thing and not feel judged. So there I am, alone, having a terrible run and sweating up a storm. At 7 pm, in waltzes this (as Michael Jackson would put it:) “Pretty Young Thing.” She’s probably early 20s, blond (perfect hair!), and tan (in New England in November!). She’s fit and sporting a tank top that ends above her belly button and has “Everlast” written on her perky chest. It seemed like irony to me.

Can you hear my inner voice beating myself up? I often consider myself to be pretty accurately described by my hair color: mousy brown. So, I’m trudging along on my treadmill, with my Irish up (I’m bright red in the face) and my flabby, white knees are running next to her perfect knees. Seriously, the girl could have been a model except that she was only about 5’5”.

Here I am feeling bad about myself when I realize that she’s running the same (slow) pace as I am… in fact, I might have been going a bit faster. She ran 1 mile total and got off the treadmill, I hit my 5th mile. She hops down, does about 25 sit ups and lifts weights for about 5 minutes and then she saunters back out of the gym. She was maybe in there for a total of 30 minutes, maybe. I was still running when she left.

Reality check for me: she was young and looking good, but at least my workout was longer than hers and I was kicking my workout’s butt! (Even though I was tired and feeling weak.)

It made me feel a bit better about me.


And in case you want to groove out to PYT:


Farewell to a Decade

Well, I have moved into my 30s now. I always try to look at the bright side of things… so here is my attempt at not feeling old.

Farewell to a decade that I loved. During my twenties, a lot of good things happened:

  • I met the love of my life (and we moved in together)
  • I graduated college
  • I figured out “what I wanted to be when I grew up” and started grad school
  • I’ve held 5 jobs
  • I’ve had lots of fun with a community theater
  • I’ve met many wonderful people
  • I’ve seen many of friends get married
  • I’ve seen many of my friends have babies
  • I went through the strongest hurricane on recorded history (at the time, I don’t know if that changed)
  • I’ve lived in another state (although not very far away)
  • I’ve lived in another country (although not for very long)
  • I ran my first 5k 
  • I’ve seen a lot of professional theater

I have visited:

  • Washington, DC
  • Los Angeles (x2)
  • Chicago
  • Southbeach, FL  (x2)
  • Orlando, FL
  • England (x2)
  • Scotland
  • Belgium
  • the Netherlands
  • Germany
  • France
  • Mexico

I expect my 30s will also be a lot of fun. I already know that:

  • I’ll be attending at least 2 weddings.
  • I’ve already got some theater tickets (granted they’re at my school)
  • At least one friend will be having a baby (in two months!) and I’m sure a few more will as well
  • I’ve got a few destinations already picked out for the next few vacations
  • I expect to graduate grad school and start a PhD program
  • I’m already set to run another 5k and I want to run a 9k and a 10k this year

My 30s will be great, right? They’ll be fun and I can still be fit!

What was your favorite decade of life?

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