Mannnn, I thought that by 25 I would be married, have at least one Olympic gold medal and maybe a baby. By 19 I was an Olympian and was proposed to at 21, I thought I was on the right track. LOL I had a roommate who was 28 on the Pan Am Games team and couldn't understand why someone so "old" would still be running. Weren't they tired of running? Didn't they want to settle down? Didn't their old bones hurt? I was so serious too. I had everything planned out and written down. I made a comeback from being injured, Dean's List three times and a new boo who was perfect, all by 21. LOLLLLL That was my first and last proposal and Olympic Games to date. 13 years later, life didn't stop after 25, I still wear my sneakers and lace up my spikes, my bones didn't break off (ok, maybe a few) and that perfect boo was perfect for someone else (I guess), and no mini-me YET. I come from true love that isn't forced or faked. I saw it everyday for the first 18 years of my life. My Dad made it a little hard for guys out here. They don't make em like RBreezy anymore. Yes, I've had a few nightmares, but i'll never stop dreaming. Life keeps going, we ALLL get old. I feel great, working on myself everyday, still chasing my dreams and still having fun! Yes, I have plently of "what ifs" but right now I'm going to work my hardest on the "what is." It's safe to say that I'm being patient and keepin' it moving at the same time. Moral of the story is, life is what you make it and live it on your time. Ohhhh, and I totallllyyyy get why she was still running wit her old self!!! Yasssss!!! deadlines, shmeadlines #smile. Everything is still perfectly fine 13 years later. PS I've had some time to brush up on my domestic skills, whoever this guy is, he's gonna be one happy hubby. If not, I'm always going to be one happy gal with lots of laughs and some good home-cooked meals. Ya feel me:)