Feeling young

So I had another birthday. I'm 27 now. All week I've been thinking that, man, 27 sounds kind of old; then I woke up yesterday realizing I was 27 and I felt really young all day. This is partially because no matter how old I am, Brett is still older; one of many perks to marrying someone 4 1/2 years older than you. That and I'm still the youngest on both sides of the family. Except for my sister in law Cori who is really named Cheri and was born on my birthday in 1983. We're a single entity person.(If you don't get that, don't worry; inside joke)

Now, on to everything I got spoiled with this year.
Number one on my list is this! I've been wanting one ever since I discovered they existed. I made a goal a few weeks ago, I want to get back into running and my fun new watch is helping me. Last night I ended my birthday by jogging for 3 miles without stopping. According to my watch my heart rate was on average 170 while my peak was 187. I'm obviously still alive, but it was a close one. I'm going to continue killing myself like that two or three times a week until it gets easier, then I'll bump it up to 4 miles. I really want to get back into running. So that's my baby step to getting back in shape. Thirteen pounds to go!!!

Among my presents was the new printer my parent in laws got me(love it!), a couple of awesome new pans from my mom, several fitness shirts(long-sleeved) from Brett and this: Which is only very slightly better than this gem from 2005:

Brett likes his little jokes. (loath Sponge Bob, and no warm fuzzys for BSU either after like 6 years of dealing with them.)


Look! I fixed it! Ironically enough, that's the shirt I'm wearing. What can I say, it's really comfy. I ate the cake, too.

My birthday was fun. My father in law took me out for lunch, then we went grocery shopping, and the kids got to play with their cousins while daddy studied for his test. I wish Brett and I had gotten to go out on a date, but a little naughty bird spilled the beans and he just might be surprising me with a date(sans kids) Friday night! I smell Chinese.