Yes, Diane, it is. Thanks for that lovely message just moments after the clock struck midnight. That phrase was repeated in that same tone the whole weekend. :)
But mostly it played on repeat while I was running a 5k race on my actual 25th birthday (made me realize why Lindsey always refuses to do the Peachtree Road Race 10k on her birthday). "It's yo birfday," and not only that, it's my 25th birthday! Am I really at a point in my life I thought I'd be when I had to write a Where Do You See Yourself In 10 Years essay in ELA class when I was 15. Well no, I'm not an actress or a maid (both tied for potential life careers at that point), and that's cool. But I was fit(ish) and running and way more healthy when I was 15 than I am now. Not cool. So after reflecting on my life and my running, all while hoping I don't pass out from dehydration from too much celebrating the night before combined with South Texas heat, I set my 5k-a-day goal and my year long goal (no catchy name for that one yet....working on it).
Then I won 3rd place in my age group, and Mom won 1st! Mom's the whole reason we did the run: "It's strange to travel somewhere and not have to run a race." We found this one in moments. Only 150ish people were there. Of these people, Mom was the only one in her age group, and I was one of three people in mine. We won because we showed up. Just show up. We were winners for wanting to wake up on a fine Saturday morning and go running. I wanted that feeling to happen again. Every day, in fact. Just do it, right?
Day.1.total.5k.time: 37 minutes with many unplanned burn out walks.
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