I turn forty this year. I realize now that I may never be an Olympic athlete. I always thought, even in my earlier thirties, that I might somehow amazingly become an Olympic level XX skier or something like that. Now I am having so much trouble with my shoulders (rotator cuff, I believe), that I can hardly lift Josh’s car seat. I’m letting go of my Olympic dreams. I guess some of your options decrease as you get older. I still want to climb a mountain someday. I still think that’s doable, if I can get this creaky old body operating smoothly again. My 99-year old grandfather still goes for a walk each day and still lives fairly independently.