There are some rights of passage in life I look forward more than others. During my run this morning, I noticed that I might have been going through yet another stage. I’ve heard we become more “eccentric” as we age. I’m not wealthy enough to garner the title of “eccentric.” I’m just getting old and peculiar. Here’s a few signs that point to my aging status:
- I can’t run, workout or pretty much leave the house without at least 800 milligrams of ibuprofen, metabolic and thermogenic enhancers and a couple of pills I’m not even sure what they do but I’m afraid to stop taking them.
- I must check the weather as soon as I wake up. First I was just interested in the local weather, but it has now expanded to cities all over the globe including entire regions in the Pacific rim and western Europe.
- My growing fascination with my lawn is now to the point of creating my own blend of grass: tall fescue, Kentucky blue, and rye. This morning I almost knock on someone’s door at 6 am to find out what grass blend they used. I curse Bermuda grass at least once a day.
- I’m convinced that adult wet wipes is the best invention of the 20th century. Don’t judge me until you’ve tried it.
- I get up at 4:30 am
- I go to bed at 9:30 pm.
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