Today I am closer to thirty than twenty. I am officially 26!
So, it turns out I did not survive the zombie apocalypse! Guys. I made it two miles and on the third John and I were killed together by a pack of unrelenting zombies. Translation, we started off with three flags and the “zombies” (they weren’t real… don’t worry) had to take them from us. It was a great way to start my birthday off. A 68 degree New York november. No complaints.
Pre-race smiles with my personal cheerleader, Beth.
Following our death, John and I paused to take a picture in the location it all went down.
In no way are presents everything. I would have been fine with the hilarious cards I received. But they went above and beyond and centered gifts around my new love of running and yoga. I also got a few new makeup brushes. Beautiful. And! Tickets to see Book of Mormon.
I can already tell that 26 has started off on an amazing note. Minus dying before the day even really started.