I think 44 is the worst age. You still want to be young and tell people you’re 35, but you know that you’re about to crest the hill towards 50. And although I firmly believe that 50 is the new 40, my body definitely tells me otherwise. When was the last time someone in his 30s talked about foot pain. Now, I’m faced with mounting evidence that I haven’t accomplished enough in my life. I attended Furman “It’s a beautiful campus!” University, in Greenville, South Carolina, one of the top liberal arts colleges in the South. In 1992, I was awarded the Bradshaw-Feaster Medal for General Excellence as the top male student in the graduating class. The guy that won the year after me is now the Prime Minister of Finland. Time to shift into high gear.