A year ago, I turned 50 and celebrated by, among other things, jumping out of a plane.  At the time, I said it seemed like a good way to celebrate every decade and that I was good until 60.  That feeling lasted about a week before I realized that once a year was a much better idea.  So, the plan as I turned 51 this past week was to jump again.  It was an ambitious plan, as I scheduled it for Saturday afternoon following my 12-mile marathon training run.  It was made more ambitious by the fact that this past week was my most tiring work week in over a year with about five hours of sleep a night for five straight nights.  My thought was simply that, if I was going to burn the candle at both ends to get this all in, I couldn’t wait until it was much later into my training when rest would be even more essential.  And of course, it was my birthday!  (In case you forgot.)  Well, as I’ve written before . . . man plans, God laughs.