Getting older is its own adventure. I sometimes hear someone’s age mentioned and think “that’s kind of old” just as I realize it’s also my age.
This trail we’re on becomes more technical with time. It requires closer attention. I have to think about what foods I should eat. I have to think about whether I’m getting enough exercise. I have to make adjustments. If I don’t, I’m sure to be surprised by odd pains and muscles pulled for no discernable reason.
It doesn’t seem like a bad way to be, though, any more than the tough trails this morning. Little hardships are inspiring. The trail will inevitably become harder until eventually it kills me, as it does us all. But for now it’s a good ride.