I’m 51 years old today.
I don’t feel 51. Of course, I’ve never been 51 so I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like. Feels a lot like 50, actually. Can’t complain at all, though. I feel better at 51 than I did at 41.
In 2002, I was still sore from busting a couple ribs from a spill I took on a wet road while riding (motorcycles) with my brother one afternoon in June. I was also smoking two and half pack of Marlboro a day back then and weighed about 50 lbs more than I do now.
I still look pretty much the same; maybe a tad bit more gray in my hair and beard, maybe an extra laugh line or wrinkle here and there on my face. I use 1x cheater glasses to read these days and don’t hear that well, but still can’t complain.
It’s all good! 🙂