If so, then I'm silly.
This is the day that has been my target for the last seven months. Marked on the calendar. Circled in red.
So yes, today I will be silly.
I will be silly. And giddy. And excited. And nervous. And elated.
I will let people spoil me. And if they don't, I'll spoil myself.
Tomorrow starts my second half-century, and I'm ready to take it on.
I still have a little bit of work to do. There's still that dogged five pounds that I still need to lose. I've lost some of my conditioning over the winter, and I need to get it back. I need to get my distance up to half-marathon standards at a pace that won't get me picked up by the train for stragglers.
But I can start on that tomorrow.
Today, I turn 50...and I love it!