For the longest time, it’s seemed like I’ve been nearly forty. At physicals the last couple of years, doc’s have told me, “You’re almost forty now, so you need to start blah, blah, blah...” I had to get glasses for the first time last year, whereupon one of my friends immediately said, “That’s what happens when you turn forty!” Hrm. Well, I may have glasses now, but no power on Earth can make me wear them, it seems. And finally, this year I even started racing in the 40-44 year old age bracket in triathlons--because age is figured at the end of the triathlon season for some reason--and that just made it more real than ever.
And now, finally, the day has come and gone at last. There’s no more hiding from it.
I am 40.