Back in the spring, just a few short months ago, if someone would have asked me how old I felt, I would have said, "Oh, about 32."
Life was grand and I was like a kid who was happy going out to play every day.
"Play" back then meant biking, kayaking and dancing, along with going to the beach.
My husband, who is a much better and more experienced biker than I am, kept telling me I needed to push a little more each time I went out if I ever wanted to reach the next level.
So I pushed.