Kneefees, saving birds and 36

You know how it goes. Some days I feel fit and strong, and some days I feel like a busted can of biscuits. Today is a busted can of biscuits day for me. It probably doesn't help when you put on compression socks and feel like they give you a muffin top above your calf. So, maybe today isn't a busted can of biscuits day, but a split overstuffed sausage casing day. That's what it feels like when I try to put on compression socks. Like I'm trying to stuff a sausage link with the wrong equipment. Or, maybe like trying to wear something that's too small and tight just so you can get some kind of relief from the soreness and tiredness you feel because you're old and inconsistent and you don't like to eat clean. I tried to take a pic, but I'm not so great at selfies...or kneefees. Whatever.

We saw a baby bird in the middle of the road on our run today. His parents were going nuts, and we just wanted to get him out of the road. So, we put him in the grass on one side. Only when we got back, he was back in the road. We decided he was trying to get to the other side. We put him in the grass over there and wished him luck. Poor thing. I'm glad we didn't come back around to find a birdie pancake, and I hope he's safe now.

I'm tired. 

I turned 36 last week. People say life begins at 40, and as I'm running and struggling in this Georgia heat and humidity, I wonder, does that mean your 30's are a slow death march for your youth? Are you slowly giving up the part of life when you didn't know what you were doing, but you could pretty much do anything you want because you were young and strong and recovered like a child? So, by 36, I should pretty much be in the throws of decay slowly reaching zombie status right before I give up the ghost of youth and embrace that big 40. I don't like in between numbers. It's my undiagnosed OCD. 36 is such a boring number. I didn't like 14, or 20, or 33. 35 was cool. Oh, well. I'm actually looking forward to 40 so the number can be divisible by 5 again. Because I'm weird.

I'm hungry. I should eat something healthy. Probably just gonna be a PB&J because I'm tired and making real food is hard.