Decisions, Decisions

It's October! In case you missed the memo, that means 2015 is officially winding down and it's time to look ahead to 2016.

Specifically, I'm looking ahead to February! Next year I turn the big 3-0, and I'm actually really excited. I know stereotypically women are supposed to feel like thirty is the beginning of the end, but I'm joyfully anticipating my new age group. I don't see the end of my 20s as a deadline of some sort, so saying goodbye to 29 isn't giving me anxiety or bringing up any regrets.

WRONG.

Here's my dilemma. The Fort Lauderdale A1A Marathon is during my birthday weekend again this year. It's a long weekend thanks to President's Day, and the race itself is on Valentine's Day. Originally, I wanted to spend my birthday at home. Our kitchen should be done by then (hopefully) and I thought having a party or big dinner with friends would be a fun way to celebrate.

A1A's 2016 medal...I want, I want!

Then I saw the medals. And I reread my recap from last year's race. And now I'm totally torn.

At the finish line last year! This really was the perfect birthday.

Obviously this is the best kind of problem to have, because no matter what I choose to do, I'm going to have a fabulous weekend celebrating thirty. But that doesn't mean the decision's easy make!

At least I have some time to think it over, right?!

What are you looking forward to in 2016? Or is it still too early for you to think about?
How do you like to celebrate milestone birthdays?

ABK

Just the Facts

I ran exactly zero miles last week.

I'm frustrated by my foot. When I take my pills, my stomach is too ravaged to run. When I don't take them, the pain creeps back and is just as devastating.

My interest level in completing my full in five weeks has dwindled to almost non-existent.

I'm seriously considering running the half instead, and pushing a full to December...more time to heal and rest.

I'm reading my blog list, but am too busy to leave meaningful comments, so I've been incommunicado.

My failure to complete my long run last weekend because of the baseball game from hell has basically sapped me of all motivation. That mental whammy went pretty deep.

Today was the first day I woke up and had even a little urge to run.

I'm worried I won't have time for a real taper because of the two long runs I've missed.

I'm trying to stay positive, but right now I feel like I'm in survival mode.

Keep on chugging, friends. I'm not sure what my plan is as of right now, but I'm seriously weighing my options and trying to be realistic.

ABK