best part of my day.

I celebrated my birthday over the weekend, despite finishing off a double weekend of teaching I got to celebrate in my requested way once classes were over. An amazing dinner on Saturday night where I overstuffed myself on delicious foods and may or may not have had too much wine, then a quiet day Sunday spent with my family.

The older I get the more I realize my life isn't about stuff and things and what I get or what I've done. All the stuff in my house, all the medals I've racked up from running, the first place AG finishes, all my accomplishments and degrees and career... all pale in comparison to my family and friends. Thankfully I get to do some of my favorite things alongside my family and friends, like snow and water skiing, running, yoga, and taking adventures.

Since my dad was scheduled for surgery for his broken tibia (snow skiing accident a few weeks ago) early Monday morning.... well. That was more important to me than my birthday. It was a lovely and quiet birthday nonetheless, exactly what I had wanted. And most importantly my dad's surgery went well, and while I'm back at work today, all I want to do is go and sit at the hospital with him.

I guess getting older means you turn into a schmoopy old mess... at least for me. And I am old. Thirty-three in fact.

I'm hoping it's my magic year!

In other news I'm now starting to doubt whether I'll train hard for a spring half or not. I may push my goals back, I've had a few setbacks, including an injured knee (thinks to my stupidity in hot yoga), in running. Time will tell, at least my speedwork is on pace, so at least I have that. I'll decide in the next week or so which route I'll go.