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aging up

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!!!!