Today was a balmy 40 degrees, and for the first time in months I felt inspired to lace up my running shoes. I stuck in my earbuds and hit the dirt, planning on a quick two mile jaunt. The first mile felt the way it always did, slow and waiting for all those lovely endorphin's to kick in. The second mile, which is usually where I kick it up and start feeling good was not really so good feeling. I got a stitch in my side and a pain in my knee. I was out of breath and had super cold ears. As I struggled home I realized what had happened to me to make this so difficult These shaky legs of mine are now out of their 20's.
Last Tuesday was my 30th birthday, something I was kind of dreading. Who wants to be out of their youthful days and be all old and wrinkly? But I truly didn't have a melt down or feel sad, just went on the same as always. Except with wrinkles, but those have been creeping up on me for a while. And just look at my little entourage, so excited to eat some cake! And so excited to see if I can blow out that many candles.
Here I am 10 years ago, at my 20th birthday party. I had quite the entourage then, too. One of the guys was missing a tooth, the other I don't even remember his name, and the one in the corner, in blue, is my handsome husband. I think we had gone on 2 dates by then. Maybe 3? And he still has that shirt!
Time has gone by so quickly since then, it wasn't possible for me to look forward and see what the next 10 years had in store. Marrying Seth, having 3 children, always being around cows. And I've loved it. My 20's treated me so great that I have no reason not to suppose that things won't be just as great in the future. No, even better, I think.