Since I am ME I would probably know. This morning, I gave myself a dose of good health.
"GA!" You say, "That is boring! How about a new pair of shoes or a cute purse? What did you do? Drink one of those crazy Green Monsters or your Overnight Oats?"
Nope...what I did this morning was push myself.
"No!!!" you say, "Why on earth would you want to do that on your birthday? You could have slept in, cuddled with the doggies and then been late to work because you
What happened was the voices inside my head told me, to take it easy this morning because it was my birthday. I could have rolled over and slapped the alarm a couple more times but...the fact that I was another year older made me get up and out the door. I was tired, I really was. Last night Halo Reach came out at midnight and of course P had to go get it and play it which woke me up and/or kept me from sleeping well. So after I walked the doggies, I set out to run. As much as Annie Lennox told me 'One more time for the womenkind' and Cowboy Troy enticed me to 'play chicken with the train,' the voices kept telling me, "It's your birthday, you can stop at 3 miles. It's like a gift to yourself." I knew better. I knew the best gift I could give myself was to push on to my 4.5 miles on my 38th birthday. Even when the voice told me it was ok to stop and walk (which it usually is) for a bit, I felt a deeper need to power through, to prove to myself that even though I was 38 years old and I had too much pizza the night before, I could do this. I could round the bend a the top of the hill and keep going. I could run past the STOP sign that was usually the end of the run for me. I COULD GO ALL THE WAY!
And I did.
Happy birthday to me!