A whole year. Again.

My 30th has certainly been a year.

I started eating meat again. All of it.
I ran 4 half marathons and many other shorter distance races.
I became a regular at the hash.
I dated. A lot. And was disappointed. A lot.
I passed my 4th year at work.
I made many new, wonderful friends.
I cheered for an Iron Man. I met many Iron Men. Some at bars.
I watched great friends get engaged and married.
I realized that oatmeal is the best breakfast.
I hurt my heart several times.
I cried, threw up, fell down.
I paddled myself around in a kayak. Twice.
I went biking on trails. And for many miles.
I drank like a freshman in college.
I experienced some things I had never before.
I was called a cougar. Inappropriately and more than once.

Gosh, 31 is nearly here. So excited to see the maturity that comes with this next age.