Sorry for leaving you in suspense for several days after such a vague post. I am especially sorry after you realize that the NEWS! you have all be awaiting for is more just like news to some of you.
The big NEWS! news is that Jenn and I are officially going to be running a marathon sometime this late fall / early winter. We are still narrowing down which race exactly to run (perhaps San Clarita, San Antonio or Honolulu) but expect to make the final decision this week.
So, although this news may not be the NEWS! some of you may have expected, personally this challenge could not have come at a better time as in a little over a week I am going to be fucking 30 years old. I have so much anxiety about hitting the BIG 3 - 0 that it feels like the coming of the apocalypse. Mentally, I feel young and spry but physically I am a wreck — the increasing amount of veracois veins on my knees, the laugh lines around my mouth that no longer show only when I am laughing, the weight that will not go away no matter how much exercise I do or don’t do — all signs of age that constantly remind me that third of my lifetime has already expired.
Last week I learned a significant amount of your hearing is lost by the time you hit 30 and as a result (these damn) kids are now using ringtones in class that play at a higher frequency to keep adults from hearing the phone ring. Now, if I can’t hear a phone ring what type of subliminal messages could I potentially be missing from all that metal I listen to? I don’t want to be too old for the devil to speak to me.
Although the running will not return any of the hearing that I have lost, I expect the marathon will help revive the physical feeling of youth that I lost so many years ago. That, or blindly steal my kneecaps.
