The week of 32

On Tuesday I turned 32. Birthdays aren't a major thing to me but I do stop to reflect a little about my life to date. I feel pretty good about where things are at for me in my life. Since this blog is primarily dedicated to running I will stick to where I am physically for this entry.

An easy number to start with is 10. I go back 10 years to when I was 22. I was a senior in college with about 2 months left until graduation. My birthday always fell at midterms for spring quarter. I was probably in the best shape of my life at that time. It didn't hurt that I had 2 hours a day, every day to workout. I spent time in "The Pit" which was the no frills weight room in the basement of the old gym. There was a brand new nautilus center in the Shoemaker which we used sometimes but for serious workouts it was always the pit. My running at the time, which was mostly without planning, took place on the track in Varsity Village or inside the Armory. I went from a 140 pound freshman to a 175 pound senior and could bench press 225 by the time I graduated (2 years later maxed out at 255). I was in great shape then. To be honest I am catching up. I am actually a little lighter now but that is because I don't carry as much muscle.

Varsity Village (then)


the Armory



Another number is 40. No, not looking ahead to 40 years old. 40 pounds that I have dropped since I started running at age 29. No more Dorritos for breakfast. I still eat a lot but now it is much better choices and I burn calories fast.

There are so many numbers that I can reflect on and have thought about. Memories of family and friends. Good times and bad. It always makes me feel like I don't do a very good job of keeping in touch because, well, I don't. But I do think about the people who are important to me a lot. Thanks to all of you for contributing to 32 great years!