It's weird, but even though I am a flipster (flip side o' 50), everyone I hang around with is much younger and they don't seem to realize that I am relatively ancient...or they're just nice (I do have some nice friends; I'm discerning).
You might know I'm in the plus-sized range from my rants on plus-sized clothing. I realize other people aren't, and that many older people jog and workout regularly. I'm not in that group though I tell myself I'll try harder.
I'll bet I've been invited to at least six 5K races (yes...as a participant, not an observer) for a variety of organizations, but mostly diseases such as breast cancer. In spite of my enthusiasm for supporting any cause, I don't think I can do a 5K, or any of the other consonants - with the exception, perhaps of P. I believe I could do a bang-up job of peeing for cancer.
Every time I excuse myself to use the restroom, from this day forward, I want you to remember that I am supporting cancer research, the development of effective treatments and the obliteration of the disease each and every time I pee.
[This is a re-post from 2014...still no 5K in sight.]