Yesterday I turned 78. It was a wonderful birthday in which I was treated like a fat old, spoiled king. It was really nice. However, it was a mountaintop, and the air is too rare to live there. But the message of love and caring in the experience gives me more impetus to train though I am not sure why. Yesterday I did some mountain bike riding with a brick run thrown in. I did an hour hard indoor riding session and felt so great. These are great times with the birthday, the holidays, and yes, the training.
I am so blessed to have this absurd hope that at 78 I can do the training and I can finish the event. Crazy thinking. But at 78 there is so much less to lose. Age related disability is chasing hard and gaining on me. And fail or not, praise God, I can still try and have a sliver of a chance to succeed. Happy Birthday to me. I am truly blessed.
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