I had a post queued up for today about the past forty years (no, really) but it's a little bit of a downer with the inevitable happy ending (no, not that kind, unless you're reading this blog without pants and I'm not the boss of you, am I?) so I decided that it's been five years since I did this sort of birthday post, so it's about time to bring it back.
This is what 40 looks like:
She's a gorgeous tank of a girl - we're similar that way. Then there's Brodie, the puppy who showed up with a broken jaw. He's had surgery to get it reset and is growing like gangbusters. Here he gives me the uh, let's break out of this thing and play face:
And finally sweet Owen who was so skittish and shut down that he almost didn't make it out of the shelter. But he's improving in leaps and bounds, as you can see in our post-race photo:
And the 5K? I was hoping to finish under 36 minutes, as I'm not a fast runner and haven't been seriously training any plain ol' running (I'm a weightlifting/intervals/run up hills type) but I managed to shave two minutes off my previous PR, and finished 31'.50.8. For the first time ever, I placed in the top 20%, instead of the top 80%.
And that's what 40 looks like.
Thanks for sticking around.