One day a year

Bringing home the road trash from my morning run.

One day a year you get to be self centered and do what ever you want.  That's on your birthday.  So I've had 71 selfish days in my life and counting. Yes, this morning, picking up trash on the road is what I wanted to do today.  Helping with the house work a bit was also what I wanted to do.  I didn't want Michael to have to do it all.  He's not one to leave it for another day, either.  It's nice to be able to put yourself first and not feel any guilt. 

It impressed me to see a young gal running on the trail this morning.  Most of the people are getting up there in years that I see each day, but she was a cute young thing, pumping out the miles.  The reason I am impressed by young people getting fit is that they aren't waiting for the doctor to say, "Your going to die soon if you don't start taking care of yourself".

 It is harder to project into your future when you are a young 20 year old and foresee all the ills you might end up with if you eat that Paula Deene food and become that couch potato. The young usually feel that they are immortal or at least indestructible and none of that bad stuff is going to happen to them.

But, it does if they don't watch what they put into their bodies and let their muscles waste away and smoke those cigarettes.  Then one day they hear the bad news from the doctor and can't go back and have do overs.  Sure, anything you do healthy from then on will help, but it doesn't erase all the abuse you did completely. 

So it is the youth who are doing it right the first time that I really admire.

So I am selfishly dragging Michael out to the movies and a nice place for dinner today.  He says he hates going to the movies but he does like to treat me on my birthday or our anniversary or Valentines Day.  Especially a long one. I can do it today and feel no pang of guilt what so ever.  That's what birthdays are for.