I always do this. Because I just love milestones. They are an awesome opportunity for reflection. And it's always fun to look back on posts like this. I enjoyed reading my post from my 27th birthday.
In honor of my 28 years on this incredible Earth, I've decided to honor the numbers of my life.
One - the number of children I want to have, one day.
Two - the number of cups of coffee I had this morning.
Three - the number of dogs I'd like to have.
Four - the number of drinks I had for my birthday yesterday. Two glasses of wine and two Jameson and Gingers.
Five - the number of hours I used to commute one way (for almost 8 months) to see Travis while we were dating long distance.
Six - the number of countries I've visited and or/lived in outside the United States.
Seven - the number of professional certifications I have in my field of fitness and nutrition
Eight - the number of kisses Elliott has given me already this morning.
Nine - the number of times I've had to fish his toy out from under the couch already this morning.
Ten - the total number of shorts I just got rid of because they don't fit anymore. Damn these thunder thighs.
Eleven - the number of dresses I tried on in one store that didn't fit.
Twelve - the hour in which I always try to fall asleep by.
Thirteen - hours I used to drive from Oregon to California when I was younger to visit my family.
Fourteen - hundred dollars I spent on my first car, an old, red Volkswagen Jetta. She had awesome Hawaiian flower seat covers.
Fifteen - hundred dollars I spent shipping my Subaru from Oregon to Pennsylvania. I bought the car in Oregon because I wanted to plan a road trip across the country. I bought a plane ticket instead and shipped the car.
Sixteen - The number of Lululemon bras I own.
Seventeen - how old I was when I I moved out of the house, out on my own.
Eighteen - the number addresses I've had in my lifetime. I move a lot.
Nineteen - CrossFit gyms I've dropped in to/trained at.
Twenty - minutes I like to soak in an Epsom salt bath after hard days of training.
Twenty One - the year I started running. I gave up smoking cigarettes and decided I needed to get my
shit life together. I could barely run for a minute without stopping and wheezing.
Twenty Two - how old I was when I got married the first time.
Twenty Three - how old I was when I started CrossFit.
Twenty Four - times a day I think about how handsome my fiancé is.
Twenty Five - the number of races I've run, from 5k's to Half Marathons.
Twenty Six - how old I was when I competed as an Individual at CrossFit Regionals.
Twenty Seven - pounds I've put on my clean and jerk in one year.
Twenty Eight - days I've been resting my shoulder. Hoping for a speedy recovery.