There isn't much to indicate that I am approaching my late thirties at an alarming rate: well apart from my date of birth; constant tiredness and the fact that a 25 year reunion of leaving Baring Primary School looms large.
In general people have the decency to act surprised when I tell them I am soon to be 37. Most people I say, apart from my boss, who recently asked when I had turned forty and when I said I was only 36 retorted that I looked much older. Nice!
Anyhow age ain't nuthin' but a number and all that. And I wouldn't say that I am yet middle aged (unless I am planning on dying before the age of 75: I know the Government would like me to and will probably have me working until then but that is by the by)....
Today I did a headstand and controlled dismount; I did a handstand; and stated a could do a cartwheel (which for the record I can but didn't fancy my chances of not knocking someone over). I didn't quite manage a shoulder mount but I did do well (or ok) in my pole fitness class. I did a stretch class, I walked the dog and I played with my toddler. The only thing giving away my age (well maybe not the only thing) is the inability to shift my belly at the moment. I still like to eat and haven't the will power or energy to diet. I exercise when I can and how I like to. I may not be the fittest 36 year old but at least I am not old and boring. So as my birthday approaches I say up yours to growing up and getting old and long live having fun, loving life and living it to the fullest. No regrets. YOLO and all that jazz....
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