The 26th Year

Well good morning!

How are ya?

I’m exhausted once again. It’s safe to say the 25th year went out with a bang.

Today is my actual birthday, but really, who’s going to go out and celebrate their birthday on a Monday (whomp whomp)? I prefer the weekend for such things.Drinks were had. Dancing was done. Good music was listened to.We even made it to the stage in front of the crowd! Gotta show off our moves…

And possibly freak out the band with our groupie-like tendencies.

The only downer of the night was when the bar closed. And it closed during a downpour. The downpour of all downpours.

White shorts in a downpour are no bueno.

And also, when trying to hail a cab in horrific rain, to take your platform heels off while navigating  puddles that have formed across all the roads.

Yes. It was that bad.

Late night frozen pizza made us all feel better.

The next day I was tired, but got myself together because there were a few blogger ladies to meet up with:Holly, Megan, Lo and I all met up in Old Town for some summer night shenanigans.

It involved more dancing, free drinks, and way too many tater tots. Pretty sure Megan was responsible for getting the entire bar to sing “Happy Birthday” to me.  I love to hate her. 

I also promptly texted Megan on Sunday morning to thank her for that “low key” evening. Yeah…

Most people relax on their birthday, but because it was my birthday weekend and I do what I want, time was made for running.

Finally. Life sort of got in the way last week. As did the heat. And the whole “scrambling to take care of things because our power was out all of Friday”. Clearly we didn’t let this get in the way of our weekend plans, but it did disturb my normal routine.

Whatever. I may have been not feeling so hot from a long couple of nights out, but it was 80 degrees and there was no way it wasn’t going to be taken advantage of.

My planned route was altered to end somewhere on the lakefront. Public water fountains are sometimes necessary- as gross as they sound. 

After 3.6 miles, it was time to quit. It was a little disappointing (I really wanted to pass 4) and I was still almost 2 miles away from home. Oops. Overestimated my abilities on that one. It was a long walk back.

But it left me with some good thinking time.

To be honest, I really didn’t spent too much time thinking about my birthday. Mostly because I try to avoid that whole annoying “birthday blues” thing that sometimes creeps up. And I’m not quite ready to admit that I’m starting to slowly work my way into that “late 20′s” age segment.

However, instead of celebrating the whole “turning 26″ thing, I’m probably going to be celebrating how great 25 was. This last year has been good to me. I finally made the move from the ‘burbs to the city and could not love my neighborhood any more than I already do. Found myself a few more really good friends. Took one of my first vacations with some girlfriends. To Vegas. Twice. Ran a half marathon. Then ran another one. Met some boys. Had a few epic nights with some of my favorite girls. Celebrated weddings of some of my best friends. Danced my butt off. Over and over and over again.

So yeah. 25 was a good  year. And I’m sad to see it go.

But I am not worried. Because the trend seems to be that it only gets better.

26 is gonna be awesome. Holla’.

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