Pigtails Flying turned two years old yesterday. Which just goes to show: I am such a bad mother that I forgot my [devil] child’s birthday. Nevertheless! I am here today to wish my online running journal “Happy Birthday!” Also, it’s a great excuse to eat a massive cupcake. (I must write this blog post quickly as the sugar crash is sure to ensue shortly.) If you’d told me this time last year that I would spend a large chunk of 2009 writing about not-running, I would have sent you to bed early without dessert. But this year, I know that anything can happen in running as in life; I only hope I am ready to adequately reflect on and write about it for you all.
Toddler PF has accumulated 573 posts since I birthed her, and 2,533 comments (some of which are mine in response to you all; is that stacking the decks?). During PF’s first month on WordPress, it received just under 1,000 hits; this month I may get 4,000. Still rinkydinky when you think about blogs like PostSecret or Pioneer Woman Cooks, but I don’t care. I’m just glad you all let me muse on about running, and indulge me when I’m feeling metaphorical, or cranky, or sad.
I already ate my birthday present, but I still want to celebrate with you all. I’m giving away cupcakes and CDs of my famous alphabetized playlists! I’ll randomly select two winners for each prize from among everyone who posts a comment on my blog before midnight on Sunday, January 31st. Thank you to all of you–commenters and lurkers alike–for continuing to read me daily or sporadically. I’ll have red wine later.