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I’m 47. There, I’ve said it. Yes, it’s a bit of a shock to not be 33 just in terms of who I see in the mirror, but the real shocker is accepting that my body behaves differently now. I mentioned this to a friend recently, and she was genuinely taken aback when I continued to talk about this difference: the difference between my body now and my body as a young woman. She was shocked because I wasn’t talking about the inevitable saggy decline that we’re expected to silently accept: the general droop, the loss of muscle mass, the perimenopausal fog, the weak bladder, or the past PBs spinning ever more out of our grasp. I wasn’t talking about that, because that’s not my experience. I am more fit now than…