Yes, I'm getting old, and I know it in a bunch of different ways. I just turned fifty, and I'm having all the same experiences other people are having. More physical ailments for both men and my wife, the, loss of a parent, financial stressors with the kids getting older.

But I also just ran my first half marathon last year, and I'm thinking about training for a full on the next couple of years (helps that I see all these generic freaks of nature absolutely dusting me in their sixties).

I'm thinking about writing a novel. Will it be any good? I don't know, and I don't care much. It's something fun I could accomplish.

Now that my kids are older, the wife and I are free to spend a little more time together, we're reconnecting after a decade and change of thinking about almost nothing but the kids.

I'm reading more, putting together a list of classics I want to tackle. Listening to different music (sorry Kurt, we've been together a long time, but I want to branch out a little). I'm looking around for new hobbies, trying to get a little more out of life.

I'm not stupid, I get that I'm on the slightly younger side of Gen X and there's a whole decade of new species of hell getting ready for me, but I still really believe that the best is yet to come. What's the alternative, roll over and wait to die?

Am I naive? Is anybody else still taking life by the horns or what?