The Big 5-0

It happened. The inevitable march of time, well, marches, and I woke up this morning and was 50 years old. And I don’t feel a day over maybe 40 right now, minus the busted up ankle.

Last year I had set a number of goals to try to hit by today, and I manage to accomplish (intense drum roll) 1 of them. I completed the half marathon. Poorly, and barely, but I did complete it.

While I didn’t hit any of my actual fitness goals, I am starting 50 moving in the right direction. I’m down 20 pounds, getting back into the gym again, and will continue my walks until I’m cleared to run again.

Here’s to another strong trip around the sun, and as many more as I can get.