Turning 35 kind of feels like passing over to the other side. Like youth is on one side of my life. And 35 is on the other side.
I was thinking about why this would be? Why 35 in particular?
I think it must be the stigma that comes with 35 in the whole child bearing thing. Not that I'm having more children, mind you, but if I were, I'd be considered high risk because of my age.
Furthermore, now that I'm 35, I move into a new age group with my running.
And with this age group, I'm old enough that they start adding a 'generous' 5 minutes to qualifying Boston marathon times each 5 years. In other words, because I'm older, I now can run 5 minutes slower to BQ (Boston qualify) than I could've just two days ago.
Okay, well technically I guess 35 isn't over the hill. I've got a whopping 5 more years before I get one of THOSE cakes. Besides, according to Pierce, I'm getting chocolate Diego cupcakes for my birthday. Now that'll be something to look forward to.
In the meantime, I'm off to change my profile to 'age 35'. Ouch. ;-)