Yesterday, I turned 37.
There was much fanfare and to-doing up in these parts.
OK, maybe not so much. I got to hang out with family, I played Pub Trivia, it was a riot. Then I went to bed by 11. I am old.
I did do my annual Run My Age. Ha, no, not 37 miles...I am only 26.2 miles worth of crazy.
And my sweet little guys got me flowers. What more could a running mom ask for?