My birthday came, and I wasn’t a year older. I’ve already been a year older for the last 9+ months.
That is one of the oddities that comes with having a USCF racing license. Your racing age changes on January 1st, not on your birthday. Since being asked your age is most common in the racing context, in your head your racing age becomes your actual age. That’s how it works for me at least.
So when I’m asked my age in another setting — say the doctor’s office — I automatically respond with my racing age.
There’s a benefit to this. When my birthday comes, there’s no shock about suddenly being a ‘year older’. The downside is that I’m a ‘year older’ 9 months earlier than I need to be. Of course in actuality no one becomes a year older in an instant.
This season I got the ‘how old are you again?’ question quite a few times. Regardless of how fast I go, there’s no denying the gray hair once I take my helmet off. Once I was accused of having ‘old guy legs’. I think it was meant as a compliment.
The real shock this year was realizing that some of the guys in the race were about the same age as my son who just entered college last month. I decided that as long as I could beat them I was OK with that.