A G I N G:

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend..I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love…I will.

I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore..I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).




2Tour de Cure Smithfield, VA 63 miles
Weight 240.3

Got up at 4AM. Left house by 530AM. Ran into GPS problem. Didn’t know which GPS to use. Wound up re-entering the Portsmouth Tunnel…but…the Berkely Bridge was going up. 10 minute delay. By the time I got to the sight it was 7AM. Only time to check in….pick up packet and get dressed. Was able to get to the start…take pics…and listened to the National Anthem. Conditions were a bit breezy and chilly. The rest stops were awesome. Nice snacks. Even had a Subway sandwich at last stop. Last 10 miles was very challenging. I really wanted to quit. Kept wondering why am I out here…not having fun…having a hard time riding. I wound up just focusing on Mike Rogers and his buddy…Dinah…who was an awesome pacer given she had to weigh 250 pounds on a 5’5″ frame. She was badass!!! By the time I got to the finish line I was spent…totally tired. Slept real good. Woke up with no pain…or soreness anywhere. That’s when I realized I am at a great level of fitness. All the additional virtual riding paid off. I am totally grateful Lord for the blessing to be an endurance athlete. Thank you Lord.