I can think no better way to usher in my 38th birthday than by running a half-marathon.
Woohoo! The wind in my hair. Legs hitting the pavement in a steady thump-thump. Butt rising and ker-plopping with each stride.
Coincidentally, I turn 38 this Thursday, October 13th and I’m registered to run a half-marathon on Sunday the 16th.
My friend, Abbie, and I agreed to run this half-marathon together. Not only did we agree to run it, we actually agreed on what running means. ...