You don't turn 60 every day.
So let’s get this party started. 🥳
Not that party.
That was yesterday.
I mean the next one—the one where I train hard and become fabulous.
In the pool.
On land.
And, for reasons entirely unbeknownst to me, I woke just after 4 am this morning.
So I got up.
Made coffee.
Put a load of washing on.
And started contemplating my next move.
Bold plans for the day.
I’m doing it.
