I never said I didn't possess a flair for the dramatic.
On January 27, 2009, I wrote my first post. That was two years, five months and 26 days ago. When I last updated my blog on July 14, I realized that was my 99th entry.
Next up? The big 100.
What would I say? How would I commemorate this special occasion? Should I just treat it like any other post and wax poetic on the topic du jour?
I almost thought about assembling a retrospective of my own personal favorite posts in one entry. Kind of like "Cyndi Springford's Top Ten Rambles...Rants...Rebuilds and Runs". After all, don't some television shows do a "best of" to celebrate their 100th episode? So, I thought about it, but decided not to. It just seemed a little recycled (I have a thing for "r" words) and unimaginative.
Instead, I chose to share with you how I (and life in general, really) have changed since I first put my metaphorical pen to paper. In keeping with the true spirit of this blog, these observations of mine are in no particular order of importance:
- I guess the most obvious change is that I finally got my BQ in May of 2010. I can now say that I have run the Boston Marathon as a qualified runner. I had invested so much angst, anxiety, energy and time in that aspiration. It just goes to show that the expression, "it's not the kill; it's the thrill of the chase" is true, for me, at least. I still love to run and I will probably always run 1-2 marathons a year, but if I never do Boston again, it's okay with me. I intend to get better and better with every footstrike, but I'm not hard over on doing it again. Been there, done that. :-)
- I feel much better about myself. There has been a certain love/hate relationship with my body over the years and I'm more at peace with it now than I have ever been. Some of that may be due to aging, but it doesn't really matter how or why it happened. I love the body I was born with: the long, thick, naturally lustrous hair, my infectious laugh, calves that could kickstart a Harley...well. I could go on. And that's the best part.
- I think I'm starting to "get" what life is all about. At the age of 37, I was still experiencing growing pains of a sort. There were still painful parts of my personality that I hadn't acknowledged and made peace with. I had moments of anger, envy, frustration, and overwhelment that I wasn't sure how to handle. Now that I have a better understanding of what our emotions are and what they're meant to tell us, I can take it as face value and use my current mood to bring me to a more peaceful, serene and balanced state of well being.
- I am learning how to let go of things, whether they be of a material or nonphysical nature. This is a work in process, but I'm looking forward to figuring it out. I can visualize a clear, uncluttered environment a lot easier now than I ever could before. I am also giving myself permission to take as much time as is necessary. I am not imposing limits on myself. I am setting myself free from expectations.
- I have completed seven marathons and am currently training for my eighth. I am most focused on enjoying the training, taking it one day at a time, and looking forward to visiting a new city. Training for a marathon is a big commitment and it takes lots of time, but it doesn't have to be drudgery, nor should it be. No one is holding a gun to my head and making me do this. It's my choice. If I'm going to take on a 26.2 mile run, I might as well make it as fun and meaningful as I can.
- I'm staring down the barrel of turning 40. It doesn't seem to phase me at all. I don't know what 40 is supposed to look like. I've seen 40 year olds who look 25 while others look 55. It's really just a number. I can say that with a reasonable amount of sincerity. When I entered my 30's, I couldn't say it with a straight face. Instead of lamenting that I'm not a twenty (and soon to be thirty) something anymore, I'm celebrating a new decade. Did you know that women reach their sexual peak in their 40's? Just thought I'd throw that one in to see if you were still paying attention.
- And finally, the blog itself. I had one follower in January 2009. I now have 15. People in the United States, United Kingdom, Canada and Brazil have viewed my page. I created a folder in my inbox titled "positive feedback". Whenever someone sends me a note about how what I wrote resonated with them in a strong way, I save it. And there are days, where I really need to immerse myself in all that flattery and praise. It makes me feel good to know that people enjoy what and how I write. I take a lot of pride in that.
"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." -- Thornton Wilder