ready or not, here i come

I miss being the age when I thought I would have my shit together by the time I was the age I am now. (At least I'm kinda close-ish). Another birthday has come and gone; I'm officially twenty three.  

My birthday weekend was wonderful. It was also Chloe's first birthday, for those of you wondering. She celebrated by tossing the puppy chow for the real deal. Hey oh! 

Friday night, Cole and I got all dressed up (sort of) and went on a birthday date. I ordered a cucumber strawberry limeade instead of a cocktail... Not sure if that makes me seem old or young. 

Saturday, we drove down to Davis, Okla., (halfway between OKC & my homeland of Denton, Texas) and had lunch with my parents and brother at Smokin' Joe's Rib Ranch. It was pretty darn tasty, plus they had cool t-shirts, (for those of you that don't know, I have a slight obsession with collecting random t-shirts.) it was a W in my book. We then went to the Chickasaw Cultural Center (I may have gotten "Just Around the River Bend" and "Colors of the Wind" from Pocahontas stuck in everyone's head). My only regret is that it was too cold and rainy to take pictures of the pretty building and the life-size Chickasaw Village. On our way out of town, we grabbed some Arbuckle Mountain Fried Pies (hi, hello, delicious); I highly recommend the pecan and blackberry. Mad props to Brooke Clay and Chickasaw Country for helping me plan the day's activities!

Saturday night, we hit the town with some friends: played some pool, had some drinks, sang some karaoke.... It was a swell time. I even came out 100% hangover free - that's quite an accomplishment for my aged body. The celebration continued into Sunday when Cole and I went on a double date with my dear friend, co-worker, and previous roommate Chasity and her boyfriend Justin. We had a delicious lunch at Yucatan Taco Stand in Bricktown (I highly recommend it!), fed the ducks some candy, took some pretty adorable pictures on the River Walk, and saw Gangster Squad (Ryan G., you never disappoint). Big thanks to Cole for putting up with my picture taking obsession, and also for the b-e-a-utiful Tiffany's necklace! I'm feeling pretty darn spoiled right about now.

What's next for this 23-year-old? Its time to get real, ya'll. One of the worst parts about getting older is that you have to work twice as hard and eat twice as healthy to be half as in shape as you used to be. Ugh! Long gone are the days of living off of beer, fun dip and cheez-its. I'm not satisfied with my current workout routine; I've hit a major plateau. Its time for a change. My parent's got me a Nike+ Fuel Band for my birthday, so I'm hoping that setting a daily goal and being able to easily track my progress throughout the day will help me push myself more and more. 

My long term goal is to go from running 5ks to running 10ks. I plan on running the Remember the 10 Run in April. I have over 12 weeks to get ready, but you and I both know I need all the time I can get, especially when I'm doubling my usual distance. Ready or not, here I come...? Wish me luck!! I'm gonna need it. In addition, to battle the boredom and repetitiveness of running, I'm going to try out Yoga. I plan on starting with some Hot Yoga & Sweet Sweet Abs classes later this week... My adventures as a yoga newbie will be covered at a later date.... stay tuned. 

I have to say, 22 was a wonderful age. An age of growing, changing and starting a whole new chapter of life. I truly grew to love myself and to love the life I am blessed with. Maybe I have my shit together after all.... Here's to 23, ya'll! 

1 comment

Cindy Sharp said...

I hate to tell you this, but I once asked Nanny what she wanted to be when she grew up...thinking that she surely had her shit together at 90 something. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I never got there."

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