Or, how a runner perceives turning 34. That's right, internet - yesterday was my birthday. And yes, I am totally posting this so that I get comments wishing me a happy birthday, so GET ON IT.
You know how there are people that you find out it's their birthday and you say, "What? I didn't know it was your birthday! Why didn't you say anything?" and they act all shy and say they didn't want a fuss?
That's not me.
It was a really good day. My dad and stepmom sent me my usual Amazon gift certificate, which I immediately spent on running-related stuff. Currently winging their way to me are a Spirit of the Marathon DVD, Performance Nutrition for Runners, Brain Training for Runners, and The Runner's Guide to the Meaning of Life. All stuff that I have been quietly coveting, but have not gotten around to buying for myself, so in other words, perfect presents! My brother and sister in law sent me a new pair of tights, and my coworkers chipped in on a gift card for Running Wild, the local running store. Score!
And, for the times that I am not running, my mom and stepdad got me an array of pretty velvet-y clothing, including a skirt in a size XS, which must have been purchased in a fit of optimism. Steve and Jack gave me a gorgeous necklace, bracelet, and earrings in black and copper-colored pearls.
After I opened my jewelry, Jack was upset because he didn't actually help pick out my presents. Steve gave him some cash and told my mom that, wherever they went during the day, to have Jack choose a gift for me. Jack and Nancy went to the grocery store, and Jack picked out a cannister of different colors and shapes of sprinkles so that he and I can decorate cookies together. Very cool gift from my little guy... and it made me realize that I should involve him in choosing Steve's Christmas presents.
The button to leave your birthday comments is right down there, guys. Get on it.