My birthday was on Monday.  Last year I celebrated by running a half marathon.  I wasn't able to manage that this year, since my ankle was still kind of mad at me from when I fell down.  I'm hoping to go out for a run tomorrow.

I've made it something of a tradition to get out and run on my birthday.  Maybe I'm in denial, but it really is nice to get out and do something on my birthday that I simply couldn't do when I was eighteen.  I will admit that since I was a pretty slothful eighteen year-old, that doesn't take much.

I couldn't run on Monday, but I could lift weights if I kept it to exercises that didn't involve standing.  I came up with the crazy idea that since I was turning 38, I should do 38 reps of everything.

Ow.

You would think I would be old enough to know better by now.