31 and counting.....

Notice the disproportionately large head....and the scary mustache.

If only :-)

No not 31 days left to the marathon but 31 years and counting alive! Time really does start to go faster as you get older. The years just tend to blur together. Needless to say it really doesn't bother me to be 31 except for the reality that life is a lot of work. Part me longs for the days when I was doing my PhD and things were much simpler :-)

I certainly don't "feel" 31 or whatever, 31 is supposed to feel like. Last night at track, the turnout was sparse again after the crushing winter and the gloomy, rainy/chilly weather we were having yesterday. Thankfully, Hudson made his return as promised in April. As customary, the first Tuesday of everything month we do the Shawgo mile (in honor of Ryan Shawgo....don't worry he isn't dead or anything). The workout is a fast with splits of 800m/1mile/1200m/800m/400m = 4809m.
Thank goodness Hudson showed up (no offense Jill) as he pushed me to actually make it into a workout. My mile was rather unimpressive at 5:39 but it was windy and chilly, so won't be too sad about it. I did manage to throw down a 74 second 400 meters, which is my fastest in a while. This marked my last "real" track workout before Boston, as next Tuesday's will certainly be on the lighter side.

Today has been a good day so far with lots of messages for my birthday, a few calls and even a photo or two to make me smile/laugh/cry. Mixed emotions about missing another birthday not at home with my family but such is life I suppose. Maybe next year!