Midlife Crisis?

greg24bailey

So I am wondering if I am going through a midlife crisis, other than the fact that I have been trying MFP for a year and a half now and I am yo-yoing with my weight (down 45 pounds in April of 2010 and currently down 19 from my original starting weight). Since we found out my wife was pregnant, we both have not eaten the best that we did before the pregnancy.

I am about to turn 40 in less than 30 days so in the past two months, I bought a new Trek Bodega Hybrid Bike (always used to buy cheap $99 ones from Wal-Mart or some store like that) about three weeks ago. I ran Warrior Dash in Ohio last weekend in 48 minutes - that was AWESOME other than the hills. On Monday, I signed up for my first triathlon sprint which is Sunday, June 26, 2011 (two weeks away, and I just swam today for the first time in a year and a half). I am registered for the Air Force Half Marathon in September. I have a 5K race tomorrow. I have been looking at tough-mudders, muddy-buddys, Spartan Race's, mudathlons, additional triathlons all in the hopes of completing this before my wife gives birth to our second child the first week of August.

Also in the past several months, my usual morning workout routine has become boring (must be the nice weather) and too routine consists mostly of cardio, and VERY little strength training if any. So when I get out on the bike I am having a blast seeing the scenic routes that have been all aroudn me for the past twelve years and I just now got to it. I prefer competitions now because I hold myself accountable and will actually do these rather than a boring work-out, although I don't really care to win or place, just finish. And did I mention that I look like a sta-puft marshmallow out there when I compete - I'm 5'9" and weight 290 pounds.

What the hell is going on in my head???

I cannot run a 5K without walking, I can usually run about five to eight minutes before I need to walk because my heart rate is too high or I can't breathe. I love biking now, because I actually have a good bike that the chain won't break or I won't strip the gears on hills.

lindsaylove07

If this is the worst kind of midlife crisis you have, I would consider yourself lucky! Working out more, competing more, I don't really see the major malfunction here

littttlelaurra

If thats all your mid life crisis ever consists of consider yourself lucky, I am 42 and began having symptoms of midlife crisis about age 36 and started wearing low cut tops again instead of my up to the neck church lady shirts and wearing make up again and going out to concerts of bands I use to see in the 80s lol. sighs, 40 was horrible, I didnt expect any big deal no change for me, its no big thing , wrong the week before my birthday I just laid in bed depressed like wtf 40 wasnt something huge and magical supose to happen by that number, where did I miss the party, did I hit the off ramp before I got to the destination? what the heck happened to my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... panic, depression set in, like omg was a waste the first 40 yrs of my life had been, then I put in better perspective it was really only 20 that were in my control since a little less than half that is spent at home with parents. So the next 20 better rock , guess we dont take time for granted, we want to fit more into it that we want to do, that we like to do and that will make our lives count for something that we personally designed in it instead of mindlessly wandering through it or taking a pre destined course before we had a chance to really know who we even were. I think of midlife as more an awakening a rebirth into the real you for the first time in your life, apparently my mom says you go through another one at your 60s lol a 3/4 life crisis wholly **** lol.

RoadDog

Out on a ride with the guys last year. Sitting in a roadside park, herfing on a fat cigar. Guy pulls up. Brand new Corvette. About my age. Parks next to our bikes. Gets out. Starts to head for the "little boy's room". Looks at us with disdain as he passes, pauses, turns back towards his new Vette, points his key fob at it and the alarm beeps. Looks at us again. Smug. Starts to walk away. My buddy, Donnie, yells, "Hey!" Guy turns and looks at Donnie. Donnie says "Nice ****."

We all cracked up. Guys sphincter was so tight that he kinda waddled to the bathroom.

Came back out, head down, didn't say a word as he started up his "new penis" and exited.

greg24bailey

I'm not complaining, I really guess what I'm asking - is this what a mid-life crisis is? And I just signed up for another 5K race (since my original post) the weekend before I turn 40. Thank you all for your responses.