Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Day 61: 100-38-31

What's with the title of numbers, you ask?
Hmmm, are the numbers ...
  • The combination to my high school locker? Like I'd remember that.
  • My measurements? The first number should CLEARLY indicate otherwise.
  • Perhaps winning lotto numbers ... which by the way will turn out to be cursed and cause me nothing but grief. (Shout out to all you LOST fans on that one.)
So, what ARE these numbers??

3/2 marked day 61 of my running streak and I'm proud to say I'm still streaking right along. In fact, as of 3/2, I've run 100 miles this year. It's not as impressive as it sounds when you do the math, but I'm pretty confident I would not have run 100 miles thus far had I not committed to this streak. Just goes to show you even a little bit at a time does eventually get you somewhere. And, kinda cool that this distance milestone landed on my birthday. Which brings me to the next number ...

Today was my 38th birthday, or, as I more commonly describe it, my 9th anniversary of my 29th birthday. I decided I wasn't having any more birthdays after that. How did I spend it you may ask? Well, eating for one. I enjoyed lots of food throughout the work day (thanks to my co-workers), including Krispy Kreme donuts, red velvet cupcakes, and chips and homemade salsa. Good thing I believe celebratory calories don't count. I took a break from all that eating to ... well ... eat some more, when a dear friend took me out to lunch for my big day. Feeling strangely full from the morning "grazing" I opted for a salad for lunch. As the lunch was coming to a close, I realized I couldn't find the card my friend gave me earlier. (I hadn't even opened it yet.) Turns out the card was accidentally collected with the menus, later discovered by a waitress who set it aside, where it was later stolen by a customer who pillaged the gift card and trashed the rest. She did so not knowing she was being recorded by cameras in the restaurant. They say it's the thought that counts. As in I thought I could experience a theft-free day today. Oh well. It makes for a good story. Upon completion of my work day, I hit the gym to get in my run. NOTE: While celebratory calories may not count, they do affect celebratory workouts. The aforementioned diet is not running streak friendly. Just FYI. So, after a side-splitting run, my day was concluded with side-splitting laughter over sushi with 3 of my favorite people in the world. Love you girls! Thanks for celebrating with me.

And perhaps the best number of all ... 31 is the number of years I've been a Christian. On my 7th birthday I entered into a relationship with Jesus Christ, the Son of God and the best friend I've ever had, the Author and Perfecter of my faith, and my Lord and Savior. And in 31 years, I've never regretted it once. Just as my friends and I laughed and shared stories of memories together, so I reflect back on 31 years as a Christian. Mr. Toad ain't got nothing on this Wild Ride! But I'm strapped in and ready for every twist and turn still to come.

1 comment:

  1. I have a cool friend who is very creative. Years ago she shared with me her system for counting years beyond 29. She just adds a letter. Happy 29I! I'll be 29I this year too. it's gonna be a good year :)