My birthday was earlier this week, and I turned... 38. Thirty eight. Thirty-freaking-eight. I think most people around my age would agree that we all feel like we're still somewhere between 28-32 on the inside. I'm probably in the best shape of my life and in a really happy place, so I don't mind it too much really; it's just seeing it spelled out or saying it out loud feels strange...
By a happy coincidence, a girls night out plan came together that night. There aren't many things that are better than margaritas, lots of full belly laughs and being one of the last tables to leave a restaurant with a group of friends. I was reminded at dinner that they actually read this blog and, I must admit, it felt a bit weird! HI FRIENDS! Haha. I suppose that when I started this thing, my aim was to become more connected to my Oiselle and running tweeps, as well as keeping my oh-so-far-away family up to date. Sure, I let my friends know about it; but, for whatever reason, I just assumed they'd stop reading at some point. I've always enjoyed writing: rhetoric was one of my best subjects in high school and the first major I declared in college, before switching to a more 'practical' major of communications. It made me realize that I'm rather enjoying the writing for writing's sake, as it's rather therapeutic. I guess it's a nice side effect that someone else might connect with me or enjoy reading what I write.
Besides having a fun dinner with friends, a lovely dinner with my husband, moolah from my MIL and mom, I went on a major Oiselle shopping spree and pestered all my Twitter friends with a mini fashion show.
BTW, how beautiful are these two ladies? Love.
Moving on... Thankfully my long run this week (from the Train Like a Mother plan) was 'only' eight miles and I was able to get it done while at the Y yesterday. Ahhh, I'm gonna sleep in tomorrow! On that note, I wish you a happy weekend and here's a favorite long run song: "Addiction" by Medina.