Happy Birthday to me. I'm forty. So, I failed in the Hope I Die Before I Get Old competition, although I did make a valiant effort through my twenties and early thirties. Getting older doesn't really bother me, and with the triathlon under my belt I feel pretty good at the moment. I've signed up for the San Jose triathlon next weekend, although the thought of getting up at 4:30 am to be down there for a 7:00 am start is not appealing.
Tash gave me a killer birthday present, a photo album of my first 40 years, apparently she spent the last year collecting and printing photos. Now thats love! There are plans for the day, but I've been told I'll find out what they are in good time.
Labels: 40, Birthday