How true. I started running marathons in my forties. Everybody I knew told me I was crazy, that I was too old or that I wasn’t in good enough shape, that I would hurt myself and regret the endeavor.

That’s not what happened at all. I lived in the moment, I listened to my body, and I enjoyed the hell out of myself. At 47, I ran a 3:15:31, fast enough to qualify for Boston — and I didn’t even feel in a great amount of pain afterward.

Also in my forties, I mastered another language, just for the fun and pleasure of it. Again, by living in the moment and enjoying myself.

The only regrets I would ever have would be deciding I’m too old to enjoy life.