My birthday was this past Tuesday, and it was big one. In such occasions things can turn OSOM or go horribly wrong, so I decided to play it safe and keep it low key, just in case. But I definitely had to get a run in on my b-day. As I am confined to the trails and it had been raining all day and night Monday, I thought it was going to be impossibly muddy and slippery. Not So!!! It was the perfect run, it was mushy and deserted. Deserted… in Central Park. What else could a girl want on her day? I was so happy I even hooted a little bit.
Me: Aren’t you being blasphemous?
My friend T: NO, God WANTS YOU to wear your Jenny dress!
Me (while crossing Greene St with a red light): IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. IT’S OK!!!
Everyone at the restaurant, INCLUDING all the other patrons I didn’t know, when they came out with a candle on the dessert: Happy birthdaaaaay to youuuuu, haaaaappy birthday to you, happy birthday
Obviously, I had an amazing time. I am oh so happy for all the people in my life that turn those days that you sometimes dread into the perfect fantasy world I live on the other 364 days of the year.
But, I woke up Wednesday in a ridiculously good mood. You know those? Like singing out loud in the street and smiling craziness? Had two cupcakes for breakfast, because that’s what you do…right?
picked an outfit and out I went to celebrate the world. Or let the world keep celebrating me. See? My b-day sometimes turns into a b-week. Or b-month if I can push it…
The problem is that I looked like I was about to drop dead any minute. I was a little hangover…(flashbacks…)
Got to the park. It was just raw speed and focused power. I had no clue what had gotten into me. I did some very very fast 5 miles in the trails. No music, no stops, no water, no thoughts. I was like meditation, life flying, not one thought about anything. All feeling. I did feel my knee jerking, but it was not as intense as everything else that was going on. I had just turned 35 and burned all of it in those 5 miles. All gone. It feels amazing to be able to leave all your baggage behind and get a fresh start. Like a rebirth. It was just magical. Then I floated home.