That's my age, today. And I'm somewhere in the neighborhood of 175 pounds. To be 100% honest there is zero chance of me stepping on the scale, as I had bbq ribs yesterday AND pizza and the number still does affect me - just not as much (and for not as long) as it used to. But 17X I am good with.
So. Let's talk about how awesome this body I've had for 42 years is.
- It has carried me up many mountain hikes, and then carried me safely back down.
- It has rowed me down rivers of beautiful fall foliage and across lakes all over the east coast.
- It has run countless 5Ks, 10Ks, 2 half marathons, and sprint and Olympic triathlons, and allowed me to completely enjoy the party that goes on during each race.
- It has transported me up the hill to visit the giant Buddha in Hong Kong.
- It has walked full days through all of the boroughs of New York, the landmarks in London, museums in Paris, the hills of San Francisco, up the Spanish Steps and all over the holy landmarks and gelaterias of Rome, and through the gleaming city streets of Chicago from dawn until 2AM.
- It has danced. Everywhere, and A LOT. Especially in my kitchen, these days.
- It has skied down and across so many snowy mountains.
- It has skipped through magical adventures at Disney World for days at a time.
- It has ridden a bike across the desert in New Mexico, up giant mountain passes, from town to town in Colorado, on rolling hills in Georgia, to work in multiple states, and all around Davis Island with very dear friends.
And for all that, my body deserves all the accolades I can possibly come up with, and I have nothing but gratitude for what it's done for me over the past 4 decades it could move on it's own. I want to continue being able to do all these things for the next 42 years. Happy birthday to this body, the house of my soul. :)
