I am very close now to my 38th birthday. My birthdays have historically been when I am in life-evaluation mode; rather than new year's resolutions I tend to set goals for the next year around my birthday.
So where am I at 38? Struggling in some areas, coasting in others, and loving still others. A lot is different at 38 than it was at 30 -- I have new hobbies, new responsibilities.
38 is a tricky age. With two years to 40, there's plenty of time to change a lot. But it's also the case that my adult life has had plenty of time to harden. A lot of "who I am" has a lot of intertia at this point. I am unlikely to suddenly become an excellent craftsman who has no fear of putting in his own windows or building his own deck, let's say. If I haven't acquired a taste for red wine by now, I probably won't. Same with olives. Sorry. Nor am I likely to stop watching football, or drinking beer. Or drinking beer while watching football. So it goes.
But there's also a tipping point here -- I can do a lot in the next two years to define how I look back on my 30s, and set a real stage for my 40s and beyond. It's never too late to start something great.
And that's why today, I ran the 9th workout of the 27-workout couch-to-5k program. It's the best program I know of to get me back on my feet. That's why I have set a goal, and am telling people about it, of running in the Hot Chocolate run this year, in early December.
Just reviewing my recent posts here tells me a lot about my love/hate relationship with fitness. But the thread that runs through it all is running. Ever since my first 30-minute run, I've never felt "right" when I couldn't do them at will. So it's time to remind myself how it feels.