I am now in my 40th ride around the sun. Technically my birthday was a few days ago, but I’m in the middle of the A to Z blog challenge, and didn’t want to bombard my readers with two posts in one day, so I’m posting on a challenge day off. I spent my birthday weekend indulging in a stay in the Lumber Baron Inn and doing all the things in Denver I never do anymore, since Boulder has me firmly in its gentle grasp.
I’m feeling fantastic in this, the last year of my thirties. Last year was everything I could have wanted, and I have no reason to believe that this year won’t be every bit as wonderful. To celebrate, I’d like to highlight what made my last year so enjoyable.
I spent more time with my existing friends, getting to know them better, enjoying a lot of laughs with them, and plying them with cheap, boxed wine to get them through the rough times.
I reconnected with an old friend I hadn’t seen in 18 years.
I met a lot of people during my seven months of dating, some interesting and some I never care to see again, but I made a new friend out of it all.
My old man, Trotsky Bear, who is 11 this year, got a 100% perfect bill of health from the vet on his most recent checkup, though he did get three wobbly teeth pulled and now has the goofiest grin ever.
A business (and fun!) trip to Portland, OR for a technical writers conference
Three camping weekends (Rocky Mountain National Park, Buffalo Creek, and South Park National Heritage Area)
Six extended weekend getaways (writing retreat in Colorado Springs, CO, a wedding in Telluride, CO, Thanksgiving in Kansas City, KS, a romantic farm in Glen Rose, TX, the hot springs in Glenwood Springs, CO, and a cross-Texas road trip to Big Bend National Park and Terlingua Ghost Town, TX)
Several short trips to Dallas
One big domestic road trip (from Boulder to Boise and back)
I started Orange Theory Fitness and joined a few running clubs. I am now in the best shape of my life, soon to run a half-marathon for the first (and I swear, only) time.
I got to live in a wonderfully quirky old house.
39? Bring it on!