Yesterday was my birthday. This is what I looked like:
Is that what the new 40s look like? I really never thought that would be me this close to 40. This was the first time I ever raced on my birthday, and I had a moment, standing there by the finish: this, is, I guess, what my life is like now. Birthday race and tutu and all.
I don’t regret one single step that’s brought me here.
Age Update: one day in and it seems like 38s might be about me eating myself stoopid (and eating all my gifts) and being too heavy to run appropriately . Will keep you posted.
Race report, plus a MILLION pictures SOON.