I, Chadrock, turned forty (40) two weeks ago. No surprise if we went to school together, because most of you have experienced it already. I was unfortunate enough then, but fortunate enough now (some might say) to be one of the youngest in the class of 1990.
To "prepare" for what many consider "over the hill" or some dark number that means you have reached some point where everything begins to fall apart, I have done quite a bit in the last six months. Not everything was a "test" or athletic in nature, but I was quoted on an elevator one day at work. In response to a question that I'll post later, I replied "I'm training to turn forty." Following that, everyone heard "You're going to turn forty anyway."
The next few stories shall be accounts of the events leading up to my fortieth birthday. Perhaps in an effort to prove four-zero is simply a number; maybe to ensure that I got there in the best way; or likely just because I wanted to do stuff that made me happy and turning forty was a fabulous excuse after the fact - I feel like I've done a lot in the last six months.
Stay Tuned! (I promise not to leave you hanging for months again!)
