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It is February.  I love February.  It is the month I was born and if you know me or have been following my blog for the past year, you know how much I enjoy my birthday.

I was born February 2, 1972.  I love saying it, 2272.  Go ahead, say it out loud.  It's fun right.

Not only is it my birthday, but it is also my moms.  I was born on her 24th birthday and I think that is really cool.  This year, I will be 41.

My mom and I have been together for almost every birthday.  This year, sadly, we will not be together, but it is only a couple weeks before I see her.  It will still be February.

Now, I am not big on receiving presents, I much rather give.  It bothers me to know that people have spent money on me.  All I really want is to be together with my family and friends and, of course, eat cake.  I love birthday cake and/or cupcakes!

What I really love about my birthday is celebrating my accomplishments of the past year, learning from my mistakes, and looking forward to what the new year is going to bring.

This past year was big.  I ran my first and second half marathons.  I trained hard, lost 19 pounds and got a new outlook on life.

This year, I plan to run my first full marathon, which will require me to still train hard and I suspect I may drop a couple more pounds.  Not sure if my outlook on life can get any better, but you never know.

I don't really fear getting older like I think most people do.  If you think about it the alternative is not good.  I say embrace your birthday and enjoy being alive, besides, no one said you have to act your age.  Very few people get my age right when they meet me.  Not exactly sure why, could be the way I look or my attitude, maybe a little of both.

Kids keep you young too.  Mr. RWM and I started a little late.  In fact, I had my son at 33.  I was nine when my mom was 33.  I am lucky to be able to run around and play with them, it makes me feel like a kid again and it helps me remember to have fun and live in that moment.  Not that I need that much reminding.

Amen to that!

I am a true believer that calories do not count on your birthday and that every moment of the day should be spent with the people you love most.  No presents necessary, just conversation, laughs, hugs and kisses.  Oh and cake, did I mention the cake?

Do you love your birthday or do you ignore it?  How do you usually celebrate?  Do you love cake?  Do you fear getting older?  Do you lie about your age?

Run Strong, Think Big ~ Nicole