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Things To Do Before I Turn 50

  (also known as my "TA-DA" list as opposed to a "to do" list) It was my 49th birthday a few days ago and this got me thinking. Any birthday that ends with a zero always feels a bit like milestone or a landmark and, when I hit the big "five-o" in 2022, I don't want huge parties or celebrations but I would like to have ticked a few things off my low-effort bucket list.   I see these things as a way to improve my mental and physical health, plus a few slightly off-the-wall experiences that would make for great memories.  Start running again and include the following: Lead a C25K group again  Participate in parkrun EVERY week where possible  < ongoing (now parkrun Run Director too) Visit local landmarks whilst running  Train for a long race - building up from 5k > 10k > 10 miles > half marathon, with a couple of longer trail races mixed in  Lose a lot bit of weight Post more on Instagram or give the blog a bit of a reboot < ongoing Look at

Realisation

Last night the realisation hit me that my babies are not babies any more.  It full on smacked me in the face, not once, but twice.

We made a last minute decision to go to bingo (freebie Thursday) and as we were waiting for the taxi I gave Rachel (for new or non-regular readers, she's my daughter) a quick ring to see if she was going too.  She was just waiting for her friend to pick her up and said she would meet us there.

During one of the breaks in bingo she said,
"I've decided what you can get me for my birthday." 
(She's 20 next week.  EEK!)
"Can you get me some B&Q vouchers?  I want to paint the living room and the kitchen.  I can't afford to move so I might as well start decorating."

the night of 21.04.11
There.  Right there.  WHAM!  A grown-up present request.

A little bit later we went to a pub for a drink.  And a dance.  We had actually gone in search of karaoke but it was not to be.  I felt a bit "old" but shook off the self-consciousness with a couple more glasses of lager and strutted my stuff.  Suddenly "The One And Only" blasted out over the speakers.

There.  Right there.  WHAM!  The song that was  #1 in the charts when Rachel was born.  

And that's what she is - she's my one and only... my first born.  I'm not sad.  I'm proud of the way my babies are growing-up.  They are a measure of my success.  I'm just getting a bit reflective when one of them is about to be not-a-teenager-any-more.