OK, so posting to the blog has been less than regular.
Now there is another reason why posts will become more regular -- I need to track my progress on my newest (and some say most psychotic) adventure yet.
Growing up in Southern California, there were certain things I knew always happened at the same time, even though the rest of the country might or might not be aware of them. The last week of December, it just wasn't the 6:00 p.m. news unless they showed panic on the faces of float builders stuck in warehouses in Pasadena trying to get floats finished in time for the Rose parade come January 1st. (Not enough builders! Wrong seeds! Too cold! Rain! I missed those reports when I moved to Boise.) The Twilight Zone Marathon always happened on the Friday after Thanksgiving. You just knew that after serving turkey on Thursday, you were gonna see "To Serve Man" on Friday. No school and a full day of Rod Serling, I knew them by heart by the time I was 10. And speaking of marathons, the L.A. Marathon was always on the first Sunday of March (it wasn't this year, and I don't know why), so every few years or so, it landed on my birthday. I'd watch them for a bit, think about psychotic it must be to run through downtown L.A. at 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning, and move on with my life.
Now I'm 39, with two young kids, and not in the best physical shape I could be in, although I guess I could be far worse. Mackenzie is just five. I'm going to have to be around for awhile if I'm even thinking about sticking around long enough to be able to laugh at her when she stresses out about her kids!
Then the stars and moon aligned. In what I consider a sign, next year the L.A. Marathon falls on my birthday. My 40th birthday.
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