People would probably line up to punch me in the face if I said "Happy Monday," but that's really how I wanted to start off this post today. Because I am deliriously happy.

I turned 25 on Saturday, and had what I'll honestly say is one of the best birthdays I've had in a long time. I spent the day on a nice, comfortable run, taking care of things around my apartment, chatting with friends and family who took time out of their lives to offer me a birthday wish, visiting with my brother, getting a loooooong-over due haircut, and giving myself a mani — honestly, one of my favorite things to do in life.

This is probably a pretty boring day to many. But it was a very appropriate, peaceful, and gratifying day for me, and I found myself feeling really grateful that these things — running, enjoying my independence, my own space, the time and ability to treat myself — are part of my typical Saturday at age 25.

It's my birthday & I'll #selfie if I want to.
My birthday dinner was a blast. A few good girlfriends {and my friend Danny, oops} 

The boy at the girls table
and I ventured out into the wind and the rain for sushi at a spot I love. I meant to get a group shot of all my lovely dining companions, but there was also wine at the table so I forgot a lot of things.

Next a bunch of us headed to a bar to finish off the night with a couple of drinks

Forever hating everyone who neglected to warn me of the shininess. Also confused about the shininess because I've
had perpetually dry skin for 25 years now. Is this what turning 25 does to my face?
But we called it an early night...

Because on Sunday, those two and I were up bright rainy and early, and I ran my first race.

I started running three months ago. At that point, I literally could not run one mile. I could not run one half mile without having to stop and walk and clutch my chest. And I've just run my first 5K*.

Ooh, girl, that hair, that red face, you look so fine.
It feels amazing, I have to say. My time was my personal best, and after a few things that happened lately I really wasn't sure how I'd do with this race. But I did it, I did the absolute best I could, I felt great afterwards and I am so, so ready to do it again.

The runner I am today is a far cry from the runner I was on December 26 — the day of my first run. I cannot wait to see what kind of runner I'll be three months from now!


*Those of you following me on instagram know this already, but for those that don't and who were waiting on bated breath, this was the "surprise" I was talking about for the last week or so. Like I said, you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But the thing is, I had been registered for a June race which would have been #1, until I bit the bullet and moved up First Race Day to this weekend. I didn't want to make a big thing of the race until I'd run it because I didn't know how I'd do, but I was so pumped for it I couldn't keep totally quiet. And yeah, I'm still really pumped about it. Sorry in advance.

Running my first race was the first thing I did as a 25-year-old. That, combined with how peaceful, sweet, and happy my birthday was, has definitely tempered the freak-out I was having over this milestone birthday. 25 is off to an absolutely wonderful start. Feel's like this year's gonna be good to me.  :)

Enough about me. How was your weekend?


  1. So glad that you had a great 25th birthday. I actually don't remember that one. It clearly wasn't memorable, but 26 was. Go figure.

  2. Congrats on the race girl!! that's awesome! And I'm so happy you had a great birthday!


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