I have 70 hours left in my 20s.
I was g-chatting today with my friend, Sara. We went to high school together, and I remember sitting in freshman English class together and going to track practice together (for that hot second before we quit) like it was yesterday. But apparently 1997 was not yesterday, which is weird.
1999. Close enough. And yes, I did party like it was 1999. (Photo from my Sweet 16.)
Anyway, I’ve been joking for the past few weeks that I was going to go WILD AND CRAZY in my last few weeks of my 20s.
January ended up being really busy (and with its share of wine-fueled nights) and February is lookin’ pretty full, too, so this last week of my 20s was pretty tame.
It involved lots of sweat time, though. If you told 22-year-old me that I’d be happy to close out my 20s with two good runs, a strength session (whaa?) and a yoga class, she would have spit out her Bud Light.
But, alas, I am not 22 any more.
Tonight may be a quiet night at home with Bailey, some wine and catching up on email…but I’m ready to usher out my twenties and enter my thirties with some fun.
Tomorrow: hoping and praying I can run outside–9 miles on a treadmill would just blow. I don’t know how people can run 20 miles on a treadmill. Tomorrow night: drinks with friends!
Sunday: family birthday party in NJ
Thursday: leave for surprise birthday trip with friends!!!!
How do you like to celebrate your birthday? Most importantly, what’s your favorite birthday cake?
P.S. PMSing the weekend of a big birthday? Not recommended. ALL THE EMOTIONS.