Last month I turned 60 I have a fairly standard roster of age-related complaints, including the compulsion to complain; a dodgy lower back (herniated L1), a BMI of 29, tinnitus, high blood pressure and cholesterol, a big, gnarly fungal toenail and upper body strength that would shame a chicken. It’s not a pretty picture, so I don’t look at it very often. Come June 11th this year, I’ll still be an overweight, paunchy 60-year-old geezer. But I’ll be an overweight, paunchy 60-year-old who has just completed the Wicklow 200. And believe me, there’s a difference. The clue is in the…