Today is my birthday! I do not give a rat’s rear end about it. Oh sure, I’ll celebrate with my family later this evening. I have earned it with all the hard work I have been putting in. The family time will be what I really celebrate and look forward to. I also look forward to hearing from long time friends.
I usually do not care about my birthday. In fact there have been some I did not even acknowledge like my 40th. It came and went. I find it helps me keep a competitive edge not acknowledging it. So I will allow my family to celebrate it, especially my daughters. While the number of my age has changed at the end of the day I am only one day older than yesterday.
Father Time is undefeated. While I do not feel my age I know someday this is a battle I will lose. However if Father Time thinks I’m going quietly he is severely underestimating me. It reminds me of the poem by Dylan Thomas.
Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
As you saw in the workouts I have sharing, sprinting and strength training I will do all I can to fight. I will lift, run, sprint, push, pull, jump, claw, scratch. Whatever I have to do I will. Father Time is in for a battle. Rage!