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30. Thirty. Thur-teeeee.
For the next decade I'll be a "30-something." Hmmm. I'm no longer a "20-something." No longer am I in my low 20s, mid 20s or late 20s. (Darn it). My friend didn't want to call me at 9:30 on the night on my bday, because she thought I'd be sleeping already. Nice.


It really didn't hit me until I went to work out at the Y. I got on the cross trainer and started punching in the required info so I could get started.
Workout: Interval
Settings: Intense (Bring it!)
Weight: Hmmm. My actual weight minus 10. (Whatever. Don't we all do that?)
Age: 2................. Oh. That's right. No longer a 20-something.


It actually feels ok. After all, they say 40 is the new 30. I suppose that could mean 30 is the new 20? That might be a stretch. Let's say 25. I can honestly say I am in better shape now than I was at 20. I'm not partying or drinking nearly as much, and that leaves out the horrible 2 am Taco or Papa John's runs. My exercise at that age consisted of walking to one of those places on the way home from the bars. Age really is about how you feel.

I hit the "29" anyway that day at the Y. One more day would not hurt. And I don't think it has.