Almost every summer, I would try to find a U-pick blackberry/some-berry farm nearby. In Texas. I had these wonderful memories of doing this as a kid, I think somewhere outside of Brenham (sidenote: someone send me Blue Bell). One year of my semi-adult life I was able to find a place to pick blackberries. I picked a bunch and it was awesome. But every other year, my search was futile. (more…)
Monday night, I wanted to see my best friend Hannah. So… we just called (who are we kidding? texted) each other and made plans to see each other. She came over, brought The Weatherman, and we all hate-watched The Bachelorette over one-too-many cocktails. (JK. Never too many cocktails).
I tell you what. This whole Living in the Same City as Your Best Friend thing is the best.
Today is my 25th birthday. It feels very weird to actually be 25.
Like, when I was younger, I had a lot of ideas about what it meant to be a 25-year-old. Things that all people accomplish by the time they’re 25. More specifically, all the things I would have accomplished by the time I was 25. And approximately two of them have happened. Give or take.
So here’s my actual first quarter-century by the numbers.
Yesterday I ran my first ever half-marathon. (This is Hannah, btdubs. I just run. Kate is the cray cray one who does yoga in a hot hot room. (I don’t actually think you’re crazy, Kate. Except maybe a little bit.))
I did that! It rained some. There were more hills than I was expecting or hoping for. I wasn’t the fastest, but I sure as heck wasn’t the slowest. (My friend Cathy, on the other hand, finished 6th in our age group! Wow!) I didn’t stop running the whole time, except to drink water, which is more than good enough for me. And you know what? Except for about a mile, somewhere around mile 5 or 6, I enjoyed it all. (more…)