I have long believed June 5 was the greatest day of all. Forget Christmas. Forget Valentine’s. June 5 is all about me. One hundred per cent me. And well, I kind of love me 😀 so obviously I love this day and I always will regardless of the new age that approaches.
Thirty five for those keeping track!
But the thing is, this year I had to share my birthday with another super special day: National Running Day. (Held on the first Wednesday of June.) I’m no stranger to sharing my birthday; with my brothers’ birthdays 3 and 10 days apart from mine, we’ve shared our celebrations for as long as I can remember, and I’ve always loved it that way. And so, when I discovered National Running Day would this year land on my birthday, I didn’t cry about it, I didn’t gripe about it, I didn’t shun it. Quite the opposite. I lovingly embraced it.
- 5 a.m. BG before: 6.9
- Temp. basal: none
- Carbs: granola bar (18 grams) no bolus
- Distance: 5 km
- Time: 29:01
- Average pace: 5:44 min/km
- 5:50 a.m. BG after: 10.2
- Temp. basal: +50 per cent
Today was a near perfect day. There was running. There was strength training, including gruelling sets of 35 pushups (instead of birthday bumps :D). There was free Starbucks. There was walking and laughing and loving with my boys. And yep, there was DQ ice cream cake too… a 25-year tradition started after I was diagnosed with diabetes; one of the only good things to come of this disease!
Are you an embracer or an avoider of birthdays?