Berfday = birthday.
I'm 27 years young today. I had someone ask if it was my 29th birthday followed directly after by someone asking me if I was 23. I feel like these balance out. Apparently my age is hard to peg. So far I have had someone bring me an entire plate (12" wide x 18"l) of caramel. Someone save me from myself! I'm in troubbble.
The good news is that I am BACK. I am back in the running game. I ran a whopping TEN MILES this weekend. Let me just say that again--TEN MILES!! Holy. Crap. It hurt so much. So very very much. But it was awesome. I am very happy to finally be in the double-digits. I earned those miles and my muscles continue to remind me of the accomplishment throughout the last few days. They are quite sore, but in a good way. No injuries! HOORAH!
The walking like a gimp is a badge of honor. I wear it with pride. I'm hoping to run 4-5 miles today or tomorrow. It depends on my birthday activities. I'll let you know how it goes!
Have a great Monday!