or “How I turned 30.”
My last run as a 29 year old involved waking up at 4:35am on Monday to run 6 miles with some running group people.
When I got home I realized what my note to Dan (written in the dark, on paper that had apparently already been used) looked like.
While my dream birthday would involve running-- and preferably trail running-- my actual birthday, last Tuesday, involved working, and starting early. I treated myself to a lunch time birthday cupcake. No coffee buttercream frosting, but this one was some kind of mocha/caramel combo.
I worked some more. I took a break for a 35-minute late afternoon bike ride in the sweltering heat and high winds, showered, then worked for a couple more hours.
This arrived on my doorstep
We ordered Thai take-out and thanks to Dan’s handy-work, the contents of that big box later became this:
Then I called it a night and set my alarm to meet different running friends to run 5ish miles at 5ish the next morning.