tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post6996233404339715289..comments2023-10-21T07:13:39.906-04:00Comments on All Stace, All the Time: Painful reminders that I'm NOT 18 anymore...StaceyC4http://www.blogger.com/profile/01580337266163999623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-30145288794865973132011-08-13T22:40:29.176-04:002011-08-13T22:40:29.176-04:00Whoever said life begins at 40 was obviously 39 or...Whoever said life begins at 40 was obviously 39 or less, things haven't been going well for me since that particular birthday....I'm 42 in 9 months, that's supposed to be the ultimate answer to life the universe and everything--what the h e double toothpicks does that mean anyway??Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16237029327710993810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758033543840446585.post-73509773991495331682011-08-10T16:04:15.353-04:002011-08-10T16:04:15.353-04:00I have a split story, too. Stretched and did spli...I have a split story, too. Stretched and did splits every day beginning in my early 20s (for Tae Kwon Do). But when I was 30 (and nursing Zachary - could be the reason), I went to do a split. Heard this popping sound and almost fainted. Had to do physical therapy (at home, thankfully) for 4 or 5 months after that. Haven't tried a split since! I admire you for doing it!Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11718610105096238250noreply@blogger.com