You Say It's My Birthday?

Last year, I turned "Forty-licious!" 

I am a routine girl. 
Every holiday season, I set eating records. Pies, cakes, booze, cookies, and chocolates. 
Every January 12th, I step on the scales and say things like "Welp, how the heck did that happen?" or "Scales must be broken...again!"
I really don't care about the scales. I care about my ability to still beat my children in a footrace. 
The only running I've been doing, is to the fridge. 
Every January 13th, I start training for a race. Yes, I have to train for a 5k. Shut up. Every year, when I say I have to start training, a certain someone in my life says "Really. You have to stop saying that. No one trains for a 5k!" 
Whatevs. 
I'm training for a 5k.
Today is my birthday. 
My husband and kids will bring me breakfast in bed. 
My friends will give me naughty joke gifts. 
My family will phone in their birthday jokes from all over the country.
I will soak every second of them in.
I'll tuck my kiddos in tonight.
I will kiss their foreheads.
I will trash talk my little darlings. 
I will tell them that their 41 year old mama is going to race them down Ridgeway Avenue, beat their fannies and shout, "WHO'S YO' MAMA?!?" Because, that's the kind of classy mama I am.
Tonight, I will watch Nike commercials and get myself all pumped up. 
Tomorrow, I TRAIN.

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