Friday, January 16, 2009

FORTY DAYS OF FORTY


Good news--my birthday did not include a single doctor's visit.

Bad news--I'm still forty.

Good news--It's better than the alternative.

So what did I do on my birthday? I got up at 2:45 a.m.; drove an hour to Haiku, Maui; rode another hour up Haleakala; watched the sun rise over the crater; rode a bike 29 miles back to Haiku.

It seemed like a good idea right up until the part where I had to get up at 2:45 a.m.


Seriously? It was a lot of fun. Which might have something to do with the bike ride being almost completely downhill. Oh, and for anyone who might be considering this in the future? They're not kidding when they say it's cold on top of Haleakala. And I don't mean cold for Maui--I mean cold, period.

Now I'm in the midst of my Forty Days of Forty.

This concept was introduced to me by my friend, Laura (great name) whose husband took it upon himself to make sure each day for forty days before her birthday was something special. (As he told me, don't get too excited. Yes, one day he gave her a horse. But another day, he gave her a pancake. The classic "It's the thought that counts.")

I, selfish creature that I am, did not want to start my forty days before my birthday, as that would have necessitated sharing it with the month of Christmas and New Year's Eve. So I'm doing the forty days after.

I am currently on day 7. So far, so good. No more Maui, but I have my friends. It's a fair trade.

Yesterday's treat fell somewhere between a horse and a pancake. While talking to Katie on the phone in the morning, we decided to go to lunch. Why not? It's my forty days, after all.

And if I can spread that concept around, the world will be a little better place.

At least for forty days.

(Ask me how I feel about my age on Day Forty-One.)

4 comments:

Becca Fitzpatrick said...

You are so awesome! I'll do the thirty day of thirty when I turn thirty :)

laura said...

And I'll try awfully hard not to think about the fact that you aren't thirty yet!

Katie said...

Need a pancake? I'm your girl. At least four different kinds ready to make, plus chocolate and vanilla waffles if you need a little something extra!

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday . . . nope I'm not going to make it to forty, but I suspect you'll survive.

Forty days--that's better than my husband's traditional birthmonth!

Patty