I’ve been exercising as usual but not posting much on account of it being my 50th birthday in the last few days. I’ve been gutsing on cake and gorging on various takeaway foods as is tradition (on my birthday anyway!). My colleagues gave me some lovely gifts and a very tall cake and made me feel special. Fam were a bit hit and miss. I do feel a little different in a way that’s hard to describe. You can be in denial about getting older as much as you like, but something about hitting a half century hits different. This is going to sound a bit silly, but it almost feels like a very faint shadow over me that others can’t really see, but I know is there. I’m still the same positive, happy and determined me, but there’s just this… thing. I’m not doing too well at describing it, but it’s an odd feeling, that’s for sure.