I will be awakening at 4 AM, to get some birthday miles in.
Why? Well, because my husband is cooking me dinner after work, so I can't run then.
And birthday miles count as FatAss Miles in the "King of the Miles" contest. So, although the miles won't be much, I want to run them.
SO I am heading out, on my 46th birthday, to run in the dark. Maybe Scooter the dog, around the corner will join me.
Nah. He'll still be asleep.
About a month ago, I had a startled thought.
What the hell does that mean? Indeed, I am. 46 years old, I am there. Halfway to my 80's.
I am in the best shape of my life. I can kick the ass of Kim the 20 year old, and certainly the 30 year old.
Thank heavens I started down my weight loss journey in my late thirties.
I ran my first marathon in 2004, and my first trail run, and then ultra, in 2005. I was hooked.
I had pretty much the standard mid life crisis and gained back a bunch of the weight I had previously lost.
Then I got over that, and finally got serious about losing weight and training. And gaining confidence. And that was 2010, and then results were delivered in 2011.
And now, 2012? Wow, this is the year. Dream race on tap. 6 months to train. 6 months to get in the best shape of my life. Happy birthday, indeed. I am ready for it!