Mastering the Lolla Cup. Jan '13.
My birthday totally snuck up on me this year. Like we just celebrated the new year and then I blinked and it was January 28th. Yep. Today is my 34th birthday. Go shorty...
Early last week I was talking to a friend at CrossFit and she asked what day of the week my birthday was on and I was like, It's either Monday or Tuesday. I didn't know! Granted, it was 5 o'clock in the morning but still. Every year before this one, like most people, I have excitedly anticipated my birthday. But this year the build-up to the day I was born totally slipped by me. But here it is! I am officially another year older.
Despite being born in one of the coldest months of the year, I've made it a tradition for the last decade or so to do a run all by myself on my birthday. Obviously last year's run was more of a waddle due to my rotund 33-weeks pregnant belly and now that Alice is here, it is a bit tough to get out for a solo run during the week unless I go well before dawn. So this year, I did my celebratory run the day before my birthday. Yesterday I laced up my shoes, put on an extra long-sleeve, popped in my ear buds and headed out the door. I logged 7 miles yesterday. And as my feet struck the pavement to the beats of Rihanna (don't judge) and my lungs burned and my legs ached as I pushed myself up and down the hills of Commonwealth Ave I felt so alive!
And I also felt so happy to be turning 34.
Little feet & Bee jammies.
And one more thing... Do you remember what happened on this day in 1986? This happened. I remember sitting in Mrs. Reese's class on my 7th birthday eating cupcakes my mom made for the class as we watched that shuttle take off. And then I remember my teacher crying and turning off the TV, trying to explain to us what had just happened. It's weird those little things you remember from when you were a kid. And then on my mom's birthday on Feb 1st, 2003, this happened! How crazy that my mom and I both have had space shuttle tragedies on our birthdays.