I began writing about random things in life about a decade ago.

I was 29, about to roll over the odometer to 30, and decided to write about it in a local magazine publication fluff piece. Now here I am, just turning 40 years old.
Over ten years after I wrote satire. It's been a decade of sucking air, making mistakes, creating perfect humans, searching, wondering, figuring, plotting, changing, and running ultra marathons.
Running 50 miles on my 40th. That’s the biggest one so far.