Turning 25

I turned 25 last month.

It's time for my quarter-life crisis. What if I want to be a zoologist instead of work in TV? What if I want to drive a Ferrari instead of an SUV? What if I want to live in Italy instead of Indiana?

Yeah... none of that. I hardly noticed when the clock rolled over and I was suddenly 25 years old. Meh. I can rent a car now (cue the sarcasitic "woooo").

But what was awesome about turning 25, is that a bunch of people came over to help me celebrate with poker, flip cup, and beer pong.

Half the crew, gearing up for another round of Flip Cup

Plus! I received a lot of awesome triathlon-related gifts!

Ryan wrapped his presents in Christmas paper...

What could it be?


A Garmin Forerunner 305!


I was very excited to take it out for a test-run. I wore it while Ryan and I walked Maggie around the block. I "oooed" and "ahhed" at it's fanciness.

As I mentioned in my last race report, it was absolutely instrumental in helping me stay under 11 minute-miles during the run-portion of my triathlon.

I love you, Garmin. Let's never part.

But with new-found heart rate knowledge came a lot of heartache (okay... that was totally over dramatic, but I had to give you a little tease so you'll come back for more, right?!)

Stay tuned for the story of my beating heart...