Some birthday long ago
My mom has said to me many times, "you are basically 30". Today I responded with, "well that just makes you older" (jokingly, of course).
I do kid about how I am going to freak out when I turn 30, in reality I will probably be just fine. I have wonderful models of accepting the fact that you are getting older all around me. My parents are getting older, just like I am. I think they have accepted that this is inevitable but that doesn't mean that they have to stop living or revert back to a pre-teen state to try to feel young again.
Crystal has said she feels younger in her 30s than she did in her 20s, so that gives me hope as well.
The way I see it, I can't stop the passing of time so why not just go with it?
A blonde teenage Jamie
As I get older, I may not be able to swim, bike and run as fast or as far as I do now but that doesn't mean I have to love this sport any less.
I envision myself as one of those 80-year-old women trying to complete their 15th Ironman before midnight, wearing that glow-in-the-dark necklace proudly. The fact of the matter is that I may not be able to finish the race, but I hope I will still have the determination to start.
For now, I'm hoping that in my 29th year I will become an Ironman, run my 4th stand-alone marathon and train and race with friends and family as often as possible.
I just felt like putting this here, ha
The final year of my 20s is similar to the culmination of training for a marathon or triathlon: a victory lap. And, I hope, a segue into more awesomeness that I have yet to achieve or dream possible.