Crossing that half-way mark probably was nothing dramatic, like trying to beat the red light, but tell-tale signs of “successful” ageing were starting to show up.
Rippling muscles of the Incredible Hulk were giving way to flapping blubber of incredible bulk, especially around the waist. Once a 10-km jog at 5am seemed like a stroll in the park, but now panting started to set in after 2km – and that was, if the body was able to pick itself up at 7am.
Once I was able to sit up at the PC, work till 3am, went to sleep and get up again at 5am…..and still be fresh at work for the following 10 hours. Now if I work on the PC up to 10pm, my eyes would glue shut till the next morning, as though Loctite had been applied.
Aiyoh, what happened?