|My Official Race Shirt|
Finish Time: 0:42:11
I decided a long time ago that, while I may dye my hair, I won't lie about my age. Every year is hard-earned; the good and bad experiences should be embraced. So, today is my 42nd birthday--the funniest of all the numbers, according to Douglas Adams.
|Not this girl.|
Mister turned out to be a pretty good coach, in that I hated and loved him at the same time. He would set limits to our walking time. He would set goals. He checked my form.* He coached my breathing (which seems to be what needs the most work right now). I growled and groaned at him, and he still prodded and pushed.** Ultimately I was very grateful for his companionship, faith in me, and drive to help me be a stronger person. It's one of the reasons why I'm glad I married him, among other things.*** I'd really like to run with him again if he's game.
|Birthday Bondiband & bling!|
Happy Birthday to me! May the coming year continue to be filled with infinite improbilities!
* Totally not a euphemism in this case.
** Still not a euphemism.
*** There's your euphemism.