Savoring this year

As of today, I am entering the last year of my 20's. I have 365 more days before I enter the next age group, and 365 more days to savor the last year of being "young".

I'm not too concerned with being older, though. I don't feel like I need to hold on to my youth in any way, and I don't necessarily think I'm missing out on anything. The main issue with turning 30 next year is entering a new age group in races.

Alot of the local races Ted and I do are small-town races, with 20-50 participants. When the races are like this, the 20-29 age range for females is pretty thin. Most 20-29 year old females in these small towns are either pregnant, raising babies, hung over, still pleased with their youthful figures, or living off in the city. Because of this, I end up on the awards stage at alot of the races--with the only effort being that I managed to roll out of bed and show up.

The next age group up, however, is much more tough and competitive. I see alot of these women who could beat me to a pulp. They are strong, they are fast, and they are good runners.
And they intimidate me. And next year I'll be up against them, and I'll have to work hard if I want to earn a place on the awards stage at races again.

But I have a year for that. I loved my cake Ted got me---even though Giant referred to the cake as a "jogger"....