Okay, it's not my birthday yet. March 14th is my birthday. Pi Day. Einstein's birthday. All that good stuff. Last year, I turned twenty-one. I celebrated by racking up 21,000 vertical feet on the Boulder Skyline. Not this year, though. I have big plans, but not big goals. I plan to have fun. And climb as many mountains as I can in the daylight (I have a new found fear of mountain lions).
To most, a birthday is just a date. You might get some presents, some nice cards, a few posts on your Facebook wall, and you might even treat yo' self to some cake. Or a whole cake. But a birthday is a big deal to me... In fact, ask Tyler what we did for his birthday.
We woke up at four, skinned a couple laps at Keystone, climbed in Eldo canyon, and then ran up Bear. THEN, I proposed to him. Birthdays are SO COOL and they deserve BIG THINGS. So I'm dedicating a week to mine, and when I have a whole week to be masochistic... well, all I'm sayin' is that's a lot more time than twenty-four hours.