A Special Mile Marker: 33

The greatest cake in the free world.

Well, today is the day that often gets worse and worse rap as we get older. No, not yearly physical day, but my birthday. I don’t want to get all Hallmarkish here or pretend I have some huge kegger to get to in the middle of northern Montana. Yet, I do think it my duty to say just a few words about why I’m finding this year special to me.

9 years ago, my sister died from ovarian and cervical cancer. The time from her diagnosis to passing was 6 months. She was 33 years old. As I approached this notch on the belt, I couldn’t help to think about how young my sister was when she died. At my own 33, their is so much left to be done, so many adventures to be had with my loved ones and friends, so many more races to run.

So, I’m going to go against the grain for my birthday:

I’m 33. I’m still young. I am happy its my birthday. And I’m going to celebrate it like I mean it. Sake bomb anyone?

About Ironvan

From couch potato to Ironman triathlete in 2 years.

Posted on December 6, 2010, in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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