When did the midlife crisis become so sweaty? As my late 30s do a disappearing act, I thought it would be the time to cut loose with inappropriate cars, clothes and scalp carpet. Instead, the majority of my nearest and dearest have taken to exercise, and I don’t mean walking the dog via the pub. I mean serious, athlete-level training regimens and born-again fitness zeal. I now know more marathon runners, yoga practitioners and gym bunnies than at any other time in my life.
Posted on Tuesday, 25 May 2010
