Now, my cake was no comparison to Little's birthday cake this year. However, the older one gets, the less cake one requires. It's probably due to a non-existent metabolism.
This cake is from some of my co-workers. I have the same birthday as a co-worker. I assure you it was a misprint. It should say "Sexy Lady," referring to her. (See above reference to metabolism.)
(And now that I look at the picture, I really shouldn't have covered my name up. You know my name. Go ahead and sign me up for the home. I'll be the one eating the checkers.)
Additionally, Little and Husband made me a funfetti cake with funfetti icing. She ended up convincing me to put a candle on the cake. But somehow, she got to blow out the candle. What? Wait. So it's not my birthday? I'm now convinced that I am still 30.
In an effort to boost my metabolism, I am determined to do a 5K this spring/summer. I have decided if I announce it, then maybe I will be accountable and actually do it. As for right now, I am running a 12 minute mile on the treadmill, which is about the equivalent of walking at a speed of 2.5 mph on pavement. I have a long way to go. At about 2 1/2 miles, it's all I can do to finish. But I do finish, despite how good I look being a quitter.
(Settle down. 5Ks are so ten years ago. These days everyone wants to do a marathon or a half-marathon, which those runners use their fancy lingo and just call a "half." Maybe a should look for a half-5K.)
About this whole 5K thing, the way I am choosing to see it is signing up to do one, actually starting one, and finishing one beats the alternative.
You can remind me of this when I finish last in my age group with a time of 74:36 minutes.
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