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December 4, 2021

    The other day my coworkers and I were talking about bucket lists and things we want to do and/or accomplish in life. The conversation got me thinking about my own bucket list and how I haven't had an official one since high school, and so I promised Stacey I would re-make mine. Fifty or so items down and I thought it would be fun to have a blog some day, which reminded me - I had one back in the day. After an hour of searching I finally came across this embarrassing gem of blog. Nearly seven years later, I guess it's time for an update.

    Since I last wrote I have:
  • Graduated high school and from ICC
  • Attended and Graduated from CSS with two bachelors, one is Psychology and one in Exercise Physiology
  • Quit skiing
  • Raced 8 half marathons, 3 marathons, a couple ski marathons, and 4 triathlons
  • I moved to Texas and then New York
  • Traveled to Europe alone at 18
  • Fallen in love and had my heart broken
  • Adopted Kissa, and then adopted Gato with my boyfriend
  • Started grad school
  • Somewhat converted a van that I now live in
  • Survived a global pandemic (so far)
  • Married my parents
  • and so much more
    This coming year (2022), I have so many goals and crazy adventures that I want to accomplish and might as well take you along for the ride. 

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