|2 Years old, playing with my tractors|
Wearing some CRAZY huge diaper
Seriously though, my day thus far has been great. I woke up early and went out for a great run. Evil man Pfitz had me scheduled for a 13 miler, but I slightly ran out of time so I cut it to 8 miles. I think that 8 miles just might be my favorite distance to run during training. It is short enough that I can do it in an hour but long enough that it still wows the people who know that I run at work. (Isn't that what running is all about? Looking just a little weird to friends and coworkers?) Though I was stopped at seemingly EVERY stoplight, I still managed 7:47 pace across all 8 miles.
When I got back from my run, I was greeted by what seemed like a billion Facebook “happy birthday!” posts. Which, reminded me of this picture that I saw a loooong time ago. It is no more true than it is hilarious:
I did notice one post that stuck out like an aid station on a 20 mile run. While I appreciate EVERY post, I have to admit that getting birthday wishes
Once I showered and got dressed (was checking Facebook and emails naked) I opened my gifts from my wife and son. My son made me a fun homemade book and my wife gave me a ride on a hot air balloon (and no, that is not a new karma sutra position). Hot air ballooning is really popular in Phoenix and I’ve always wanted to try it. The HUGE thing is that my wife is deathly afraid of heights. She's said that there is no way in hell that she'd go up in one but bit the bullet for me turning 30. Stay tuned for details!
I honestly didn’t think that turning 30 was going to bother me. I would celebrate joining a new age bracket at races and be done with it. However, I have to admit that knowing that I am closer to 40 than I am to 20 does weigh on me a bit. But, I suppose as I am a fan of saying - getting older is better than the alternative: being dead. I think I'll be fine as long as I don't get an AARP card in the mail. Although, the discounts at Denny's would be nice.
|Another at age 2|
In what seems like an age 4 bunny suit
PITTSBURGH!!! (I have no idea why I'm wearing that)
You can certainly tie that back to running. I’m never going to be Ryan Hall fast, but I can certainly push the limits to how Adam fast I can be. I had a goal to Boston Qualify by the time I was 30. I didn’t get there by that time, but I will eventually. If not, that is fine too. I’ll enjoy the ride and make the best out of where I am at any given moment. After all, isn't that what a grown up 30 year old would do? He certainly wouldn't continue to post about poop, would he?
You may now proceed to comment and wish me a happy birthday. Go on. . . . you feel obligated now that I’ve dedicated an entire post to the occasion. You know you do!
The fam (with my brother in law) this past weekend. 30 years old. Oyy!