Thanks everybody for their candor. It’s depressing to read the “I’m 87 and I still compete in the Iron Man” posts. And I live next to a guy who is in his 60s and still competes in the Iron Man. But I poisoned his dog.
Nah, I didn’t poison her. She’s a good dog, too.
I’ve really been dragging this week. I’m on assignment and have been working harder than usual. Just a few years ago I’d just suck it up. Now I recite “they will walk and not faint” and hope there’s not a statute of limitations on it.
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Momento mori, amor fati.