Yep, I have officially decided that age is just an indicator of how awesome you are… These thoughts started swirling through my head when I was at the Detroit Free Press Ambassador meeting and I was handed my bio.
It listed my name and then the number 43! I was like what the hell! I am not 43, but I digress, it is the age I will be when I run my 4th full marathon, 43 years old.
It sounded a bit depressing at the time, I have to be honest.
But then I started to think, I looked through my pics and if this is what an almost 43 year old looks like, well, I will take it.
At almost 43, I am in much better shape than I was in my 20s. Sure, I still wear the same size that I did back then, and to be honest, I am probably smaller in my waist because the 42 year old version of me has abs! Gasp! I used to work out 2 hours a day in my 20s and never had abs.
The 42 year old version of me can also kick some ass running. In my 20’s I didn’t have the endurance to run a single mile, let alone 26.2.
The 42 year old version of me is also much wiser and confident than the 20 year old ever was. The 42 year old version has an amazing career, has traveled the world, is confident, secure and knows exactly what she wants. She has finally learned to let go and live in the moment instead of worrying about the future or thinking of the past. She takes chances, guides two kids on their journey to adult hood and is strong and fierce not only physically but mentally as well.
42 or 43, whatever number it is, I’m good. I’m me.
Take a moment and think how far you have come, think of all you have accomplished and how amazing you are now. Age is not something to be ashamed of, it is to be celebrated.