I don't think of myself as old. Really, I don't. It seems like just a few years ago I was a student tearing up Lulu's in D.C. on a Thursday night. Of course, that was 17 years ago. Lulu's doesn't exist anymore. And the only thing I want to do now on Thursday night is get eight hours sleep... While I still resist what I perceive as the monotony of adulthood, there are times like today when I realize my youth is most certainly over. In no particular order:
(1) I discovered Quinoa (pronounced "keen-waa") today. And I'm thrilled. It's sort of like a grain; only it's not. According to Wikipedia, "[a]s a chenopod, quinoa is closely related to species such as beetroots, spinach and tumbleweeds." I can't independently vouch for that. But what I do know is that it's high in protein and, despite its carbohydrate content, it doesn't have much impact on my blood sugar. It's another healthy food I can eat. What a great day . . .
(2) I burned through 4 miles in 32 minutes and 38 seconds during my afternoon run in Rock Creek Park (yes, for me, that's "burning") and was thrilled . . . When I was twenty, I didn't run unless I was being chased. I had no reason to. When I was thirty, I had to exercise, and I ran 10-minute miles and was happy. Now, at forty, I'm nearly two-minutes per mile faster than a decade before. A decade ago I was still focused on finishing the "power hour." Now I'm focused on improving my cardio.
(3) I've met with designers/contractors two times already this week to discuss renovation of my condo. And I have to meet with a flooring guy tomorrow morning. And I have to meet with the kitchen designer again Sunday. And I have an 11:30 appointment Monday morning to meet with the kitchen contractor . . . I use to miss time from work to play golf . . . or go on road trips to football games . . . or to the casino . . . Now I'm missing work to deal with home renovations. Frankly, I'd rather be working...