This is 40

I am not a fan of my 20s. Suffered through depression (without realizing it), an unsatisfying relationship, and struggled to find a career path that I could be happy with. My marriage ended the year I turned 30, so at least there was nowhere to go but up, right? Things got better not because they virtually had to, but because I made choices that put my life on a positive trajectory. I went to therapy, sought treatment for anxiety, depression, and ADD and begrudgingly accepted what a complete assclown I had been for the last 10 years. As a result, my 30s were pretty fucking awesome.  In my 30s, I b ecame a runner. I bought running shoes to guilt myself into using them, picked the hottest day in July, and literally just started running. I made it 3 minutes. Then the next time I went out I lasted 5 minutes. After a few weeks I started tracking miles instead of minutes. Cut to today and I've run 6 half marathons (PR of 1:53), and two marathons (PR of 4:28). In my 30s, I took up r...