One year when watching the New York City Marathon in Central Park, an elite runner collapsed in front of my husband (then boyfriend) and me just short of the 25-mile mark. We had made our way through the crowds over to the east side to watch the conclusion of the race–not the tape line finish, or the jubilant entry to the park, but the last uphill slog the runners have...
There’s so much noise around turning 50. Does one deny being a half-century old? Embrace the achievement? Fight like the devil to turn back the clock? Without question, this age instigates a new chapter with bigger stakes and a growing sense of urgency. Given our youth-obsessed culture and my own compulsion to stay young, I wondered how honestly I could write about this milestone. Fifty on Fifty is my experiment.
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