Tomorrow is my birthday. I am officially halfway through my thirties and honestly am happy with the way they have turned out. I miss my dad. It is hard to believe that the last time he sang happy birthday to me was 12 years ago. His beloved Steelers just won the Super Bowl. This is the time of year I miss him the most. i often wonder what he would think of the woman I have become. When he passed away, I was a 23 year old kid. However, when I start down this road, I remember that it doesn't matter who or what I have become. He would have been proud. I also know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would have been at every race I have ever run. In fact, he would probably have run them with me. He really was the best dad ever. He is the reason I have never lost my faith in men in general. If only they were all so good.
But on I go. My birthday also means snow. Period. It doesn't matter. I swear, I could go and live in the Bahamas and it would snow there on February 4. While I have the most wonderful boss in the world who is not making me come in if we get the snow we are supposed to get, what good does the day off do me if I can't go run??? And what better way to celebrate my birthday than to go for a run? I think I will do it anyway, even in a snow storm. Celebrate a 35 year old body that can do something it couldn't do at 25. Run for the first man I ever loved who can't run with me. Run for all those who can't...even if it's cold, even if it's snowing. That will make it the happiest birthday of all.
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