I am celebrating having survived 37 years, I guess. I met a runner last time I was buying shoes who says he runs a mile for every year he’s been alive on his birthday. He’s about my age, and his birthday is in February/March (I don’t remember exactly). It’s hard enough for me to imagine running 37 miles today. I’ve never run more than 10 miles in one go. I might do a half-marathon someday, but I have very little interest in training for a marathon. And then to go beyond 26.2? To be an ultra-marathoner? That just takes up SO MUCH TIME. I have other things I want to spend my time doing.
Anyway, if I were following that guy’s model, I’d have to run 37 miles today. Today. In February. Sure, I’m in Oregon right now, and sure, it’s not as cold as it would be if I were in Annapolis, but no. No, thank you, I’m doing just fine. I’ll celebrate in another way.
Margaret
Happy Birthday from one state south of you right now!
Another approach
I nap one minute every day for each year. Kinda the same thing.
Happy birthday
Zannah
Thank you! Hm. Napping. I could do that. Especially today.
The Wombat
Happy belated birthday! If running is your thing (vs. napping, which I also strongly endorse), maybe you could just run those 37 miles at some point during your 37th year. Seems like a win.