Birthday Insanity

Birthdays can make you do crazy things.  First birthdays are  usually expected  to include some sort of cake smashing…whether or not the  cake actually makes it to the birthday child’s mouth is another story! Fifth, Tenth and Thirteenth birthdays are generally considered milestone years for younger kids.  And then of course there are the all-important 16th and 21st birthdays.  I’m sure “crazy” doesn’t even begin to describe some of those 🙂

Birthday Cupcake With Lit Candle

After I got married and started having children, the focus on birthdays naturally shifted to theirs rather than mine.  Except for the year my twin daughters turned 3…and I was about to turn 29.  I realize many people go through some sort of “30” crisis, but because I am an over-achiever, I started mine at the ripe old age of 28.

It was just after my girls’ birthday, I was 7 months pregnant with my son, and I couldn’t image how his due date was still so far away because I felt ginormous!  You know those promises you make to yourself when you’re pregnant and can only dream about the day you will be able to see your toes again and walk without waddling, let alone doing any sort of actual physical activity?  Yep, I was having another one of those days and the “promises” I kept making to myself were getting bigger and bolder!before after - postcard

Before babies, I was not exercising or eating right and I had the waistline to prove it! After the girls were born, I had turned to Weight Watchers and some Jillian Michaels DVDs to drop the pounds.  I was so happy with the result!  Looking good, feeling good….man, I had it all!  For, maybe, 3 months.  Then?  Pregnant.  Sound familiar? Maybe it wasn’t a pregnancy that rerouted your goals.  Maybe it was a new job or lost job, a marriage or a divorce, a move or other life change.  Regardless, I knew it was going to be a long road back postpartum.  So I started thinking about where to start when the time was right…

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Runners had always confused me.  It seemed easy enough, but I truly wanted to understand what made them want to “just” run all the time.  I even took a running class in college as part of a PE requirement (yes, I’m serious) because I thought I would learn a magical secret to make me love running! Want to know what I learned?  That I didn’t love running.  At least not then.  It wasn’t the right time for me.  But I’m so thankful for that experience because it reminds me how far I’ve come since that winter semester 14 years ago.

So naturally, at 7 months pregnant with the aforementioned running class as my only running/training experience to date, I decided I wanted to run a half marathon. And so my “29 crisis” began…

What’s the craziest promise you ever made to yourself? Did you follow through?

What is something you tried multiple times before finding an appreciation for it?

Have you ever had a “birthday crisis”?  I’d love to hear about it!

Share your thoughts!