It’s funny, as you get older, birthdays are things you want to try to forget, instead of celebrate. So different from when you are a kid.
I can’t believe it’s been 4 years since I raced 150 miles across the Atacama Desert – that was the 2nd coolest thing I have ever done (the first is being JJ’s mumsie). I am glad that I pushed myself and did that race – I think everyone should do something like that at least once in their lives.
As much as I love my life right now, a small part of me misses me as a badass. Maybe I’ll do ultramarathons again, maybe not. Who knows what the future may bring… As my birthday gift to myself, I am going to remember my time in Chile (you can read an earlier post about it here – looks like I need to scan in my blog posts from the race and put them up sometime…).
Life just seems to work out quite well – when I did the Atacama, it was the culmination of all my selfish years – years of doing whatever Boom and I wanted, whenever we wanted. And once we were good and ready, Baby J came along and now it is time for our selfless years – can’t be selfish now, and don’t want to be… I figure when I wake up at 445am to go running or go to bootcamp, that is my hour of selfishness for the day. and that is good enough for now.