When I first started this writing space and was trying on different names
for what ultimately became Midlife Run, I struggled. Solidly in my forties,
the idea of attaching the word “midlife” to anything seemed like an
unwelcome, uncomfortable stretch reserved for the after-fifty set. But I
settled into the name, comforted by the knowledge that I was on the “early
side” of midlife. Not so any more. Last month we dropped our youngest at
college thus marking the beginning of the “empty nester years” and today,
as I start to write this, I turn fifty. I am solidly, undeniably, in
midlife.
