At approximately 8:41 a.m. this morning, I turned 23 years old.
Holy cow—talk about old!
Ballet days throwback. My grandparents included this photo in the above birthday card–aren’t they sweet?
It seems like yesterday I was playing high school basketball, then hanging out at CampHoho going to college. Where has the time gone?
In all honest, though, 22 treated me very well.
I rang in my second year of official adulthood with plenty of homemade cupcakes and Pinot Grigio.
What?! Who doesn’t like pondering grammar?
I had so much fun fully embracing the sweetness of senior spring—after completing my Honors project, of course.
I survived my first wine tour.
I volunteered at the Syracuse 70.3 Ironman—and watched MB kick some serious butt!
I partied through ran the Boilermaker 15-K with Sara.
I spent lots of quality time with my family during Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I officially started training with Full Throttle Endurance.
I trigeeked out and met Craig Alexander.
Twenty-two was pretty sweet, but 23, I’m ready for you—let’s do it!