Feeling Jung

fifty. When I was 15, I thought 50 was old. When I was 20, I thought 50 was old. When I was 25, I thought 50 was old. When I was 30, I thought 50 was oldish. When I was 35, I thought 50 wasn't too old. When I was 40, I thought 50 wasn't old at all. When I was 45, I thought 50 would be quite an honor to celebrate. One's age doesn't define who you are, what you can do, what you stand for, and what you want to do with your life. As you all know, I always find a way to keep life interesting and moving along. So, as I was nearing my 50th birthday, I thought I might consider a new opportunity and took a principal position in Fargo. As if moving to Fargo in June and starting my new position in July were not enough of a challenge, I decided to begin training for a trail race.  Last year, I became injured when training for a race that Greg and his brother were going to run and I was so disappointed. However, I found the silver lining and realized that running a 50K the year I tu