The first year, my sister surprised me at the finish line, my cheer-squad wore birthday hats, and I met Kristina.
first race back post-surgery, and the idea of running it for the fifth time as my first half back felt like it would be perfect closure on a tough year.
|People kept tagging me on posts about the medals this year - A1A is known for its medals - and I would immediately publicly wallow about missing out on THE BEST MEDAL EVER.|
Since then, I haven't felt like finding a half marathon. I've enjoyed running at my own pace and without a plan. I decided if no race really excited me, then I wouldn't run one. On Monday evening, I did an easy two miler and reflected on the fact that I just didn't want to push beyond two miles, and because there wasn't a plan to follow that said I had to, I didn't go farther. I felt at peace with that decision.
Then, everything changed.
I texted Matt early Tuesday afternoon to find out if I had to take February 15 off of work for our plans. He responded with quite a surprise: the plans were being rescheduled and my birthday weekend was open once more.
My reaction was very mature and sedate:
I am going to train for a half marathon! I am going to run my favorite race! I am going to celebrate my birthday in my favorite way!
I. Can't. Wait!