So, I’ve had a really tough time with turning a quarter of a century old this year. I keep noticing things that I never would have thought twice about before… like wrinkles under my eyes that never used to be there. Or what I used to think was a freckle is now freaking me out that it may be an early age spot. Call me paranoid, but I’m not liking this birthday.
Training for the marathon is only making this worse. My knees have now started cracking when I kneel or squat. And I had to go see a podiatrist a few weeks ago. Granted, it was only because of the marathon, but nonetheless, you don’t want to hear the words “custom orthotics” this early in life. All I could think when he said that was the Adam Sandler lunch lady song….. ugggghhh.
So, as much as running is supposed to make me healthier, I think I’ll be sticking to shorter distances after Jan. 13. It’s too early in life for me to be worrying about whether or not I look older than I am… plus, the worrying is only going to give me gray hairs (oh, the horror).
I think my New Year’s Resolution is going to be to stop looking for the signs of a little old lady in the mirror. 25 is WAY to young to think about that. Right?