Why I'm Walking Like an 85 Year Old on My 35th Birthday

Because my birthday happened to fall on a dreaded Long Run Tuesday.

Here's my 11 mile route today:

Ouch. I came home, drank a gallon of water, almost threw up, and laid on the floor while Pedro watched Wonder Pets (does that completely annoy anyone else?). My legs tightened up to the point that I cannot walk normally. Lovely, eh? I seem to be asking myself every Tuesday why it is exactly that I am doing this race. I don't really have a good answer.

Other than that it's been a good day. I went out to lunch with Guapo. My dad had knee surgery and came out of it ok. There's a yummy key lime pie waiting for me in the fridge.

Ok, I just opened my gifts. Guapo gave me a spa getaway for one night this weekend. (Yippee!)

I'm pretty sure I can use a nice long massage right about now (see above). Awesome.

I feel so grateful lately for my life and for my family (I find reading books on WWII helps a lot in this department). I amazed at what some people go through in this world with illnesses, tragedies, and unhappiness. I don't know how I've gotten so lucky so far in my life-but I really am grateful for all I have. I've got great kids, a husband that I love, good health, loving parents and in-laws, and everything that I need. Life is good.

Here's to 35 years!