It’s my birthday!
Do you know what that means? I don’t have to go to work today! My company gives us our birthdays off, isn’t that great? So instead, I’m typing this up while drinking a latte with real dairy milk at the coffee shop behind my apartment.
Do you know what’s the best part about having your own site? You can say whatever the f*ck you want. When I first launched it, I was absolutely petrified to publish my thoughts. I thought someone would read it and think, “What’s her point? This isn’t relevant to me. Who the F does she think she is? This shit is weird.” Then I realized, that’s the absolute best part!
I write for a living. I have to go through millions of edits, tons of comments in the margins, and an obscene number of opinions before a single word goes live. Here, I can write whatever I want and no one can say a thing about it—except the time I talked about smoking weed and I got a phone call from my mom.
So today, I get to write about what I have planned for my birthday. Not because anyone will find it interesting, or because anyone will read it besides my parents, but because I am so happy it’s my birthday and I am genuinely excited to be twenty-seven. Doesn’t that sound like such an adult age to be?
The two goals I wanted to hit before 27
I’m sure you’ve heard the term SMART goals, at one time or another. I.e., goals should be specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, and bound to a specific timeframe.
Two months ago, I told my personal trainer (who I adore, BTW) I wanted to run a sub 5:15 minute mile and deadlift 200 pounds by May 6, 2016.
A few weeks ago, I entered a track meet at John Hopkins in Baltimore. It was my first meet in five years, and the second 1500 of my life. I clocked in at 4:43, which (according to Google), amounts to a 5:05 mile. One goal down, one to go.
My trainer never works on Fridays. Last week I reminded him, “But you’re working on May 6, right?” when he gave me a blank stare I finished, “You have to! It’s my birthday! We’re maxing out!”
Yesterday, when I waltzed into the gym after work, my trainer told me, “Kara, I’m maxing out with you. You hit 200, I’ll hit 500.” Game on, buddy.
How I’m spending my birthday (besides deadlifting)
Once I finish deadlifting (fingers crossed), I’m meeting Faith of An Edible Mosaic for lunch. I’ve never met her in person, so yay for new friends. Then I’ll probably swim, get my eyebrows done (because they need it, bad), and who knows—meet up with my friends later this evening.
Doesn’t that sound like a perfect day? Then tomorrow, I’m going to boozy brunch and getting wasted alllllll day.
This post has no point.
I told you before, there is no point to this post. I gave you that memo at the beginning, so it’s on you for making it this far.
There’s one final thing I love about my birthday. My college roommate, Katie, and I were born on the same day. Isn’t that the coolest thing ever? Everyone say happy birthday Katie!
I typed this post at 8AM this morning, and it’s now four in the afternoon. Thanks for all the texts, calls, and FB messages from everyone! Also, I just wanted to let you know I hit 205 on deadlifts, and my trainer hit 500 for the first time in his life!