aging up

Thursday, August 10, 2017

I'm officially in the final weeks of training. Bib numbers were posted. Shit's getting real.


Also, I'm realizing this is my last race in the 35-39 age group. Which kind of makes me feel old, except that I don't actually "feel old" because I think "feeling old" should be accompanied by some sense of maturity, which I completely lack.

For example, recently the mister (by the way, I feel like maybe we should come up with a different nickname for him because "the mister" seems pretty generic and I would rather call him something like "Big Ginger" except he keeps insisting he is not a ginger and just has sandy brown hair, which I think is a total lie) instigated a conversation about saving for retirement, asked me to enroll in my 403(b) and said something about maxing out contributions.

At least, that's what I think he said. I'm not entirely sure because at that very moment Maček did something cute like walk into the room or lie down or lick her butt and I started pointing and yelling: "Look at Maček! Look at what she's doing! Oh Maček!"

3 comments:

Layla said...

Words cannot describe how I feel when a caller says someone is "older" and then, when I ask for an approximate age, they say, "30s." Maybe we should just move into a retirement community now.

Michaela said...

Except that clearly I will have no money to retire, ever.

Angela said...

I don't like talking about retirement. It makes me nervous. Probably because I'm pretending it's never going to happen & completely failing at any kind of adult-like planning.

BUT WHO CARES, LET'S SIGN UP FOR ANOTHER RACE & SPEND HOURS PICKING APART MY TRAINING PLAN WOOOO!!!!

 
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