Tomorrow I am more than halfway to 50....

...and I realize the majority of my runner friends are already there. But for me, that blows. I am having a mid-20s crisis and for serious am going schizo-bonker crazy with it.

I have not been blogging much. Actually, I have not blogged at all since the marathon (and I owe all 10 of you loyal readers the "marathon update blog" - it's coming...after the thank you notes, that is). I do not see a purpose in blogging if you do not have something good to say. Blogs are a bit self-righteous, and I know I am guilty of it too, especially as I write this cynical entry. Bottom line - it is just your public diary, and google owns the rights to it.

Well, I do not have something good to say, but believe you me, I have something to say.

My blogs about how I started running, show that each time was because something not so great happened. I got cut from two high school teams...default, I joined cross-country. A tent dweller broke up with me...I trained for the half. My aunt passed away from cancer...I ran a marathon in her memory. All of these things were good ways to channel negative energy.

Two weeks ago today, I ran 10 miles because another guy blindsided me. I strained my hip flexor, and had Jack tell me to rest and ice it. I was pissed. Was the guy who I started dating for the sole purpose of a donation to cancer research worth the injury? I do not think so. (Sorry if you read this, but that donation is tax deductible). So, I dealt with the way most girls do - I called the guy and told him he was cold and heartless...and, I went on retail therapy rage insisting I needed a yellow dress, so I tried on seven. Normal I know, but that behavior is not me.

I know - I know...I am not an old maid, and if anyone dares call me that this weekend, I will kick you where it hurts. But, I don't need to be constantly reminded of my singledom. With wedding season in full swing, I am cursing my cognitive psychology professor for teaching me about bottom up processing because everywhere I look, I see a cute couple. They plan double dates, and this lovely fifth wheel is asked to join for a drink later if lucky. They have taken over my Esplanade loops now that the weather is warm. I think they would really learn what love is if they saw eachother's snot freeze on a winter run.

So maybe there is not much of a purpose to this blog, but to ask for an easy birthday present from everyone in the world around me. Please - for one weekend - do not behave in such a way that places so much emphasis on my "Single" status. I know there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, I am going to embrace it for all the free gluten-free drinks and cancer research donations it is worth.

So what will this cynic do to start her birthday weekend? Run four miles and see the Sex and the City movie at midnight.

And I'll be sporting the little yellow dress tomorrow thank you very much. Who knows? Maybe Johnny Depp will show up and buy me a Stoli-O and Soda...