Being 20ish (I'm guessing) years behind you, I turn 58 on the 15th, I'm not there yet but awareness of where I am is important. I have to know my body can't do all I might want it to.

Ahh that damn mirror. What I see seems to depend on mood though. Yet no matter what my mood, there was no denying the gut I saw, my dad's, whose still here at 88, and I was determined to reverse that course. Somehow the mirror told me what the scale wasn't. That's what got me running again. I did 10.7 miles the other day. The difference between 47 and 58 is stark though, I'll never have the pace I had and I have to get recovery days in that I didn't need before.

Anyway, enough about me. Another great and relatable poem, Thom.