Today is my 38th birthday. What better time to reflect on the past year.
I had a party at my house for my 37th birthday and performed with my band. I thought I was looking pretty good and had lost a few kilos over Christmas. I looked back at the photos today and my initial reaction is one of disgust.
I’ve stewed on that for a couple of hours now, then I went and got the clothes that I wore (that are packed in bags I’m sending to Vinnies) and tried them on…
Then I checked my Wii Fit which I got as a present for my birthday last year. I weighed in at 139.8. Today, 91.5. Just 48.3kg in 365 days…
So how did I celebrate my birthday? Like this:
That’s right – 10km run to start the day. And it felt fantastic. I cannot believe how much I love running. My trainer isn’t a fan because she says it bores her but I love the time out on the road. I can think if I want or I can just run.
And as a final thought on my birthday: I’ve realised that I no longer want my age to define me. I want to be defined by what I achieve each day. By the kindness I show to others. By the moments that I set, work towards and meet my goals (small or great). Time passes no matter what, so why not have something great to show for it?