This week has been full of introspection for me... you see, this is my final week of being 34 years old. Yep, my birthday is this week, and for whatever reason, turning 35 has me a bit wigged out.

I find myself thinking back on my accomplishments... cheesy, I know, but it's true. Still, I'm fairly proud of what I've gotten done in 35(ish) years. I have two college degrees- one undergrad, one graduate. I have two incredible kidlets and a good husband. I have a good job that serves my community in a positive way. I've managed to take myself from morbidly obese to fit without medical intervention. I've done a half mary. Rode 150 miles on a bike.

None of it is anything to be ashamed of. And yet, I feel like there is still SO much left to accomplish. Full marathons to run. Triathlons to attempt. Traveling to do. And knowing me, I will do all of it and thensome. Life is too short to sit back and watch it pass you by- every day that you do NOTHING is a day wasted- and you get no do-overs. Nope... can't live that way. That's just how I roll.

Speaking of how I roll, I had a kick ass run this morning. Coach called it a 'progression run'... meaning that I got progressively faster through my 4 miles. My splits (times) for each mile were: 13`17; 12`20; 10`48; 9`39. 9'39?!?! WOO! Not too bad for a slow and (not as) fat runner! This run definitely made me feel better about my birthday. I might be getting older, but I'm also getting stronger. And that, my friends, is what aging should be like.