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There are certain headlines that arrive in your life with all the warmth and compassion of a tax audit. “Research shows there is a specific age when your strength and fitness start to decline.” Fantastic. As if aging wasn't already doing enough public relations work on its own. I read that headline the same way people watch disaster movies. At first, there’s curiosity. Then concern. Then a quiet realization that the asteroid is heading directly toward your house. For years I believed physical decline was something that happened to other people. You know, mysterious older individuals who wore orthopedic shoes and made involuntary noises every time they sat down. Then one day I stood up from a couch and made a sound that could only be described as a wounded accordion. That's when I knew. The process had begun. Not dramatically. Not heroically. Not with a grand speech. Just a weird knee noise and fifteen minutes spent wondering why my lower back was angry. The Great B...