When I was 28

Tomorrow I turn 29. I am not overly sentimental about it, but 28 has been a good year.

This time last year, I had only completed my first day of Luke's training and was convinced that I would never run more than 10 consecutive minutes. The summer was spent slowly building up to 30 full mintes of continuous running and by the fall we were adding a mile a week. In December, I completed the White Rock Half Marathon and thought I would run forever. But in January I decided the retention of my tonsils needed to take a back seat to the ability to breathe and had them ripped out...which was a minor set back. By the time I decided to start running again, I felt like I was starting from zero. Obviously, many adventures were had over the past year, but becoming a runner has been one of the more rewarding.

So tomorrow starts a new era. The time of 29. My last good year...kidding. This coming year has so much potential. I am determined to lose 40 more pounds. I am committed to sticking to my running program. And I will finish the New York City marathon.

Oddly enough, I moved this time a year ago into a highrise apartment with a killer view and luxurious amenities. This past weekend I moved again, this time into a quaint condo with hardwood floors and a questionable neighborhood. I guess my home is half as nice, but my goals are twice as big. Don't really know where that thought is going...just an observation.

Look for an entry this time next year that says something about crossing the finish line in Central Park (and possibly a description of my new apartment under a bridge and a plea for donations for my efforts to swim the English Channel).

Timmy

Day Left - 143

Total Distance Run - 59.09