I hear you. A few wrinkles around my eyes and daily cardio, and I haven't gotten so much young mom attention since I was taking my kids to the playground. 10 more years, and I may do the same with potential grandkids. That will be a deadly combo.
Oh give it a break. He was just caught trying to flick a booger he picked from his nose. I have the same embarrassed look in my face when someone sees me trying to do the same.
Thanks for the suggestions. I ran the Connemarathon and Dingle marathon, and both were pretty hilly (but the views were really awesome). Another I have on my list, Flanders Fields, seems to be flat, but looking at the finish times from the past few years, doesn't seem to be too fast. I'll check the ones you mentioned, especially Wales, as I could just take a boat there and make it a weekend.
Some women are like Faraday cages.
I ran Dublin six times. Then, I skipped due to injury, and instead of a guaranteed place I had to go through the lottery. Lost five years in a row, and gave up. I heard from friends, though, that last year there were no longer guaranteed entries for people who run the previous year, and nearly everyone had to go through the lotto. The main problem this caused was the breakup of long-term running groups, of people who trained together and ran the race together through many years.
I solved the issue for myself: I'm signing up for smaller marathons, usually outside cities. Little chances for PB's, smaller (if any) crowds, but the views more than outweigh these small issues.
There's a saying: If you are over 50 and nothing is hurting, you're in trouble. I haven't been in trouble since I turned 50, so I'd love a new, healthy body straight out of the cooler.
You just triggered my Marley PTSD again. Bastard.
Silly person. Everybody knows that most of the nutrients and vitamins the croissant provides are in its peel.
I just cracked my knee. Because I've been sitting without moving my legs for too long. Also, because it's wet and misty outside.
Nowayays, having a telephone line us like hanging up the phone. Only us really old farts still remember what it means.
My 8 yo kid. Got a higher belt in BJJ, and told me he wants to keep all hist old belts to show them to his grandkids one day.
I wouldn't mind that. I'm already finding it difficult to find a common topic to talk about with the twentysomethings.