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Tacoma Narrows Half Marathon
August 1, 2009
2:42:49 (2:42:28)

Seafair Torchlight Run 8k
July 25, 2009

Inaugural Rock 'N' Roll Half Marathon
June 27, 2009
2:39:41 (2:08:44)

Sound To Narrows 12k
June 13, 2009
1:11:19 (1:10:33)

Furry 5k
June 7, 2009
28:25 (27:28)

Tacoma City Half Marathon
May 3, 2009
2:05:52 (2:05:15)

The 12ks Of Christmas
December 14, 2008

Seattle Half Marathon
November 30, 2008
2:28:59 (2:25:52)

Winter Pineapple Classic 5k
November 16, 2008

Bank To Bay 10k
September 7, 2008
54:15 (53:47)

Furry 5k
June 8, 2008
32:51:9 (32:53:7)

Tacoma City Marathon
May 10, 2008
5:21:13 (5:19:58)

St. Patrick's Day Dash
March 16, 2008
30:31 (30:31)

Hood to Coast Relay
August 24-25, 2007
Leg 3 - 3.93 Miles - 34:43
Leg 15 - 7.25 Miles - 1:16:21
Leg 27 - 5.98 Miles - 1:03:28

Tacoma Narrows Bridge Run
July 15, 2007

Furry 5k
June 10, 2007

Capital City Half Marathon
May 20, 2007
2:22:21 (2:21:30)

St. Patrick's Day Dash
March 11, 2007
30:31 (30:34)

The 12ks Of Christmas
December 17, 2006
1:11:24 (1:10:41)

Jingle Bell Run 5k
December 10, 2006

Winter Pineapple Classic 5k
November 11, 2006

Bank To Bay 10k
September 10, 2006
56:26 (55:32)

Seafair Torchlight Run 8k
July 29, 2006

Furry 5k
June 11, 2006
30:22 (29:29)

ScubaJason [userpic]

Today is my birthday.

Now, before anyone says "Happy Birthday," I want it to be known that I don't like my birthday.

I don't want the attention. Or the recognition. Or a cupcake. Or the singing.

I simply do not want my birthday to be acknowledged.

No, it's not a "I'm getting older" thing. It's just that I don't like it.

For a few years, I've gone off and done things by myself because that's how I've chosen to celebrate. I went bungee jumping, a solo overnight backpacking trip, tried to climb a mountain, ran a relay (this might have actually been my first hidden birthday.)

I've been asked why before and usually try to brush it off, but this year a friend asked, and I answered her. I'm not exactly sure why I answered her but I did. And why am I even saying anything here about this now, after all of this time? I'm not sure about that either. Perhaps it's because that this person apparently isn’t a friend of mine anymore.

At my previous employer, it was really simple to hide your birthday - you simply never said anything, and you were good. But my new employer (it's been a year now!) they go all out about birthdays. There are announcements on a variety of platforms (daily attendance e-mail, a rewards website, sharepoint, department calendars, a monthly cupcake delivery, card, and a department celebration) that were proving extremely difficult to opt out of. I thought I did good job, but our new manager had his assistant add everyone's birthdays to the department calendar (I never got around to telling him I don't like the acknowledgement) so now one of my co-workers knows. (I think it bothers her that I not only don't celebrate, but that I don't want anyone to know about.)

(On a side note - it this was a religious thing, I think it would be easier to hide, but because it's not everyone demands an explanation.)

When I worked at BECU, I can remember two birthdays - the first one which must have been my first birthday there - my department decorated my desk with an underwater theme. I remember sharks and lots of plastic underwater figures (this was because I was a diver.) It didn't bother me then.

And the other one that I remember was when I turned 30 - I even had a party where I invited some friends, and something unusual for me, a couple of co-workers as well. Only one showed up.

I think the origins of my birthday feelings are with this co-worker. I'm going to call her Rockthrower in case she stumbles upon this.

We became friends via work and we both got to know each other pretty well. In fact, she's the one that actually convinced me to give running a try way back when (that, surprisingly, I kept up with and eventually became a runner even though I tried to fight this designation.)

I learned shortly afterwards that her husband enjoyed being physical (and not in a good way) with her and I saw the bruises along her neck. I wanted to save her but she wouldn't let me and ultimately quit her job and I haven't seen her since (I did talk to her one day after she messaged me through my website.)

So what does this have to do with my birthday? If I'm forced to make a connection, I think it's because that birthday was the last time I saw a good friend happy and I hate to think of her being any other way.

Maybe it's silly, or ridiculous, but it's how I feel.


<3 I hope Rockthrower is safe.

Me too.

I still think about her at times. That was a rough time in my life. Never encountered something like that before and it was the first time I learned to hate someone.