Are you still running??? This is a question I have started hearing more and more frequently as I get closer to my due date. For the most part this question doesn't bother me. Currently I am 34 weeks pregnant and, let's be honest, it's pretty uncommon to see a pregnant woman running around the streets anywhere you go. Most of the time people are pretty positive; I get encouraging comments and a lot of jokes (most of the jokes come from men, which just makes me smile). People look at me with awe, and in the case of Clint and my parents I can tell they are proud of me. (This makes my heart super happy!) However, occasionally this question brings a look of disdain or criticism. I know these people care about me a ton and they mean well but it is super hard to see them look at me, or tell me, that I am harming my baby. Now, I know I am much more emotional right now. I have a ton of estrogen in my system at the moment. But honestly, I have broken down to Clint on more than one occasion over this question and the critical looks I receive.
So, in response to this question, let me just explain myself a little bit. I love running SO much! It makes me super happy. Those close to me know how much running means to me. It gives me sanity and endorphins and passion in a way I just can't describe. After a good run I am literally bouncing off the walls. (Just ask Clint.) I have this huge grin on my face with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. I feel like I can take on the world, like I can do ANYTHING.
Now, as I explained in a previous post, running during pregnancy is hard and being only a few weeks away from my due date it keeps getting harder. (Try running with a bowling ball strapped around your middle.) BUT it is not hard in a way that is harmful to me or my baby. I have conditioned my body over the years. Last year alone I ran almost 1200 miles - right before I started my pregnancy! Of course my miles have decreased significantly as my pregnancy progresses and I have slowed down a ton but my body knows what it is doing. Running is not a new thing for me. (And in all fairness, I feel like I'm pretty good at listening to my body.) Not gonna lie, it can be hard to max out after 8 miles when, pre-pregnancy, my long runs were 10+ miles - at least once a week. I've gone from logging 30-40 miles in the course of a week to around 20 on a good week. However, I wouldn't trade this little girl for anything. I love her so much already. Pregnancy has been a wonderful experience and it is only temporary. Before long I'll be up to my previous mileage and I'll be stronger because of my baby girl.
Also, my doctor has approved all of my physical activity. In fact she has encouraged me to stay consistent with exercise. On my end, exercise tends to make labor/recovery easier and faster, plus it keeps me healthy, both physically and mentally, on so many levels. She is also getting so many benefits from my exercise habits. She is receiving more oxygen, labor will be less stressful on her, and, in general, she will be a healthier baby. And honestly, I think she loves running with me! She tends to move a lot more on days when I am active. (She's gone over 600 miles with me so far.) And while I may have a few braxton hicks while out running, I have not had any serious contractions at any point during my pregnancy. My doctor is really pleased with how well everything is going.
Lastly, I have several spiritual experiences during the course of the last eight months letting me know that I am okay and to trust my body and that if I do I will be able to run my whole pregnancy. The Lord truly understands how much running and my baby mean to me. He has blessed me in so many ways. I often find myself praying during solo runs, trying to express my gratitude to Him.
I have to make a huge shout out to my friends and family who keep encouraging me. (Especially Clint and my parents - pretty sure I have the best family ever.) Thank you for your positive words and for cheering me on. I know there are a lot of people who love me and worry about me and my baby girl but just know I am listening to my body and the doctors and the Lord, constantly.
So, am I still running? Yes, of course! And I plan to run until the end. :)
Friday, August 14, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Running while Pregnant
I love running so so much but running while pregnant is HARD. It hasn't been hard the whole time though. During my 1st trimester running was easy. I could push myself with normal workouts and my pace didn't change. I felt great while I was running - not so great otherwise from nausea.
As the weeks went on I encountered new trials when working out: lack of fuel made me feel sick, leg cramps would seize up my whole leg, even mild contractions if I didn't hydrate well. With each challenge I sought answers. I now eat something before almost every run - bananas are my favorite. I also load up on all of my electrolytes constantly - my go-tos are CalMag Fizz and salt pills. And I now run with a maternity belt for support. Not all of my methods are fool-proof but, for the most part, they work great.
The past month has been the hardest part so far. Some of my movements have become limited as my belly gets bigger, which is super frustrating when I've never been limited before. Relaxin in my body continues to increase making me feel sore after just a few miles. I used to only feel these aches after racing or my 15+ mile runs! Tackling hills is a constant challenge due to increased heart rate and aching legs - but I keep running them anyway. Some days I can only run two or three miles before I have to stop because my body just isn't up for it. The hardest part, though, has been watching my pace slow. I can't keep up with my friends anymore and I feel bad when they are constantly waiting on me. Although I am super grateful for their support and positive words. There are days when it is so discouraging to look at my time, or my miles.
This last week I have done some major contemplating as I've tried to change my attitude. I love my baby so much and quite honestly she is super tough to go through all of these workouts with me. We are making each other stronger. Plus I only have 14 weeks left and I can do ANYTHING for 14 weeks.
Yesterday, during my run, I finally hit my breakthrough. It's not about speed or even distance right now. It's just about getting out and RUNNING. Yes it is hard. I ache, my legs burn on the uphills, sometimes I have to walk for a minute and focus on breathing. BUT it is all worth it. I can do HARD THINGS. And in the end I will be stronger for it.
"If we quit every time we felt uncomfortable we wouldn't achieve anything."
So I'll keep running. I'll push through these challenges and discouragements. I'll endure the discomfort. My baby girl is worth it all. And in the end I will be stronger for it.
As the weeks went on I encountered new trials when working out: lack of fuel made me feel sick, leg cramps would seize up my whole leg, even mild contractions if I didn't hydrate well. With each challenge I sought answers. I now eat something before almost every run - bananas are my favorite. I also load up on all of my electrolytes constantly - my go-tos are CalMag Fizz and salt pills. And I now run with a maternity belt for support. Not all of my methods are fool-proof but, for the most part, they work great.
The past month has been the hardest part so far. Some of my movements have become limited as my belly gets bigger, which is super frustrating when I've never been limited before. Relaxin in my body continues to increase making me feel sore after just a few miles. I used to only feel these aches after racing or my 15+ mile runs! Tackling hills is a constant challenge due to increased heart rate and aching legs - but I keep running them anyway. Some days I can only run two or three miles before I have to stop because my body just isn't up for it. The hardest part, though, has been watching my pace slow. I can't keep up with my friends anymore and I feel bad when they are constantly waiting on me. Although I am super grateful for their support and positive words. There are days when it is so discouraging to look at my time, or my miles.
This last week I have done some major contemplating as I've tried to change my attitude. I love my baby so much and quite honestly she is super tough to go through all of these workouts with me. We are making each other stronger. Plus I only have 14 weeks left and I can do ANYTHING for 14 weeks.
Yesterday, during my run, I finally hit my breakthrough. It's not about speed or even distance right now. It's just about getting out and RUNNING. Yes it is hard. I ache, my legs burn on the uphills, sometimes I have to walk for a minute and focus on breathing. BUT it is all worth it. I can do HARD THINGS. And in the end I will be stronger for it.
"If we quit every time we felt uncomfortable we wouldn't achieve anything."
So I'll keep running. I'll push through these challenges and discouragements. I'll endure the discomfort. My baby girl is worth it all. And in the end I will be stronger for it.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Running
I haven't posted anything in a long time but I am in a very contemplative mood tonight and decided to write about running. This post is a brief glimpse of running for me. It doesn't even begin to capture all of the moments I've had with running but maybe I can catch a few moments so you can see a brief snapshot of what running is to me.
So why do I run? I know there are all of these obvious answers: it makes me feel good, it gives me endorphins, it keeps me healthy, it keeps me sane, etc, etc. But WHY? What does it feel like? Why is it so addicting? Why do I crave it after wearing my body out after a brutal speed workout? Why do I want to run more miles after just completing a long run?
It's the pounding of the ground under my feet as I make each step. I'm moving. It's not flying - I'm not that fast (yet). But everything is at a different speed. At some point my legs ache. They ask me to stop but they are so familiar with the rhythm that they keep moving. Everything moves around me. I'm closer to the ground without the obstruction of a vehicle. Everything is seen at a whole new perspective. The sky changes color. It's always shifting, even in the middle of the day. I always want to capture how the sky looks against the mountains or the trees. Always different colors, altered with the seasons. The scenery too. In the summer everything is bright and green. Lots of colors with dazzling sunlight and blazing heat that twists my stomach in knots. Fall brings new colors and a shift in temperature. Leaves crunch underfoot. When winter hits I always long for the heat of summer. But even in the dull grays and browns of winter there is beauty. The air is cold and crisp. It's refreshing - once I get warmed up. Sometimes I'm lucky to run in the magic of this cold season. A bright, ice-blue sky; a wonderland covered in frost and fog; or the pure, blinding white of new snow covering the ground.
The senses are addicting. To see and hear and smell and feel all of these beautiful things around me. But running is more than physical. It is also mental. We process so many emotions. Anger, sadness, frustration, bliss, wonder, love. All of the negative feelings subside after a time. Somehow they arise to the surface, despite all efforts to bury them. And then the wind takes it away with my words or the ground draws it out of my pounding steps. I find peace. The positive feelings are only amplified. Love for family and friends, how unique and special each one is; how to better serve those around me; how to live life better - fuller. And every moment is that much more intense.
And then there is everything else. Feeling my muscles tense before a hard run or being so strung up I can hardly wait to get out the door. Seeing the finish line and my family cheering and wanting to cry from a rush of emotions but as soon as I do I realize I can't breathe. Knowing I can do hard things.
The miles pass and it's not always blissful or enjoyable in the moment but it is beautiful and wild and amazing and hard. And it is worth every moment.
So why do I run? I know there are all of these obvious answers: it makes me feel good, it gives me endorphins, it keeps me healthy, it keeps me sane, etc, etc. But WHY? What does it feel like? Why is it so addicting? Why do I crave it after wearing my body out after a brutal speed workout? Why do I want to run more miles after just completing a long run?
It's the pounding of the ground under my feet as I make each step. I'm moving. It's not flying - I'm not that fast (yet). But everything is at a different speed. At some point my legs ache. They ask me to stop but they are so familiar with the rhythm that they keep moving. Everything moves around me. I'm closer to the ground without the obstruction of a vehicle. Everything is seen at a whole new perspective. The sky changes color. It's always shifting, even in the middle of the day. I always want to capture how the sky looks against the mountains or the trees. Always different colors, altered with the seasons. The scenery too. In the summer everything is bright and green. Lots of colors with dazzling sunlight and blazing heat that twists my stomach in knots. Fall brings new colors and a shift in temperature. Leaves crunch underfoot. When winter hits I always long for the heat of summer. But even in the dull grays and browns of winter there is beauty. The air is cold and crisp. It's refreshing - once I get warmed up. Sometimes I'm lucky to run in the magic of this cold season. A bright, ice-blue sky; a wonderland covered in frost and fog; or the pure, blinding white of new snow covering the ground.
The senses are addicting. To see and hear and smell and feel all of these beautiful things around me. But running is more than physical. It is also mental. We process so many emotions. Anger, sadness, frustration, bliss, wonder, love. All of the negative feelings subside after a time. Somehow they arise to the surface, despite all efforts to bury them. And then the wind takes it away with my words or the ground draws it out of my pounding steps. I find peace. The positive feelings are only amplified. Love for family and friends, how unique and special each one is; how to better serve those around me; how to live life better - fuller. And every moment is that much more intense.
And then there is everything else. Feeling my muscles tense before a hard run or being so strung up I can hardly wait to get out the door. Seeing the finish line and my family cheering and wanting to cry from a rush of emotions but as soon as I do I realize I can't breathe. Knowing I can do hard things.
The miles pass and it's not always blissful or enjoyable in the moment but it is beautiful and wild and amazing and hard. And it is worth every moment.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The Proposal
I know it has been forever since I actually posted something on my blog but here you go! I have finally met the love of my life, Clint Hortin. He is so amazing and he makes me so happy. We are officially engaged and here's the story!
Alright, well Clint told me we were going to look at rings. He came and picked me up and we went into Logan. On the drive he asked if we could go to second dam. And I said, "Sure...But I thought we were going to look at rings?"
He assured me we were but he just wanted to go for a walk first. I agreed and put my suspicions out of my mind. When we got to second dam I noticed he grabbed a bag out of his car. I didn't really think anything of it. Then as we started walking on the boardwalk along the water I got really really nervous. Clint kept pointing out all of the fish in the water (he has an eye for finding fish) and I wouldn't let go of his hand!! For some reason I thought if I had his hand he wouldn't propose - real logical, I know. Plus I didn't want to take my attention off of him, in case he all of a sudden ended up on one knee.
We made it to the end of the boardwalk - the whole time I was looking for people he knew. We were going to go across the bridges but then he pulled me over to this grassy area to look at a chain link fence...I was like, "There's nothing over here..."
He replied with something but I wasn't really paying attention. So after getting another wave of nerves I just latched onto him in a big bear hug. After a while I think he realized I wasn't about to let go. He started telling me how much he loved me and how much he wanted to be with me for eternity. He finally managed to pry me off of him, and I did reluctantly let go too. Then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was completely speechless. I finally said yes. I kept repeating, "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." It was really the only thing I could say. For like 20 minutes.
And that's the story! BTW the ring is absolutely gorgeous and he picked it out all his own! He knows me well!! It's simple and absolutely beautiful!
We are both so excited for this next step in life. Some have said that we've moved too fast but if it's right, it's right and there's no need to prolong things. We both love each other and we are both seeing things realistically. We know it's not happily ever after but we are excited to face the future together. <3
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Day Four - Juliet, Day Five - Heartbreak
Day Four and Five in one post, sorry. Emotions can be overwhelming and lately they are all sad topics in my writing. For Day Four I chose to write about Juliet. I simply love the story of Romeo and Juliet. I often put myself in her shoes, trying to imagine how hard loving Romeo must have been. Beautiful story, tragic ending.
A cool breeze blew across Juliet's face, tugging at the loose strands of her chocolate brown hair. Normally the night would have felt magical. Fireflies glowed softly amidst the shrubbery. The stars shown brighter than ever seemed possible. The wind rustled through the leaves, sounding like whispered voices in the distance. She hugged her shawl tighter around her and gazed down at the balcony. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears. At first she tried to blink them away but finally gave in and let them slide down her cheeks. She traced her fingers across the railing thinking back to the previous night.
Last night had been so perfect. So wonderful. She recalled Romeo climbing the thick vines, reciting words that made her heart race. Then he was beside her, brushing her hair from her face oh so tenderly...
She looked up at this deep brown eyes gazing intently upon her. Her heart fluttered nervously. A man had never looked at her so intensely before. He leaned closer until his lips met hers in a soft kiss...
That kiss had changed her whole world. She knew she had loved Romeo before, but the kiss deepened their love in a way she didn't thinkwas possible. It was impossible to forget and now they both knew they were destined to be together forever.
They had spent the rest of the night walking through the lovely gardens of exotic flowers. Romeo shared a whole new world with Juliet, a world of magic and wonder. They laughed and teased each other but sometimes grew serious as their passion for each other grew more and more intense.
Romeo had left at sunrise, vowing to return and be with her forever. However, unfortunate events had taken place. Romeo had been exiled. They were never to see each other again. She could feel her heart breaking and swelling at the same time. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. Nothing mattered except Romeo...And she couldn't have him...
Day Five isn't much happier. Heartbreak was the topic so I wrote about Kara Lee losing Johnny. This one is shorter. I honestly couldn't dwell on the subject for too long.
Kara Lee lay curled up on her bed. She hugged her pillow tight as tears streamed from her eyes. Her soft black hair fanned out henind her. A choked sob escaped her lips. She closed her hazel eyes tight and shook her head, trying to shake the pain from her mind.
Johnny had been her whole world. He was so frustrating and stubborn, but she loved him for everything. At first he had refused to acknowledge her but somehow she had broken his defenses and they had fallen in love. But now he had decided to be an idiot again! Breaking promises, missing dates. He had missed graduation tonight, after swearing he would be there. She she sent him away. Too many broken promises. She would get her hopes up every time, only to have them shattered when she never saw his face. He had apologized of course, but if he really cared wouldn't he be there?
She held her pillow tighter and glared with sorrow into the distance. For her own sanity she couldn't put herself through anymore pain but now her heart was breaking. It felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces. The grief was overwhelming. She didn't want to be healed, nothing to put her back together again, but it would be nice to be taken away from the pain, simply be numb.
A cool breeze blew across Juliet's face, tugging at the loose strands of her chocolate brown hair. Normally the night would have felt magical. Fireflies glowed softly amidst the shrubbery. The stars shown brighter than ever seemed possible. The wind rustled through the leaves, sounding like whispered voices in the distance. She hugged her shawl tighter around her and gazed down at the balcony. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears. At first she tried to blink them away but finally gave in and let them slide down her cheeks. She traced her fingers across the railing thinking back to the previous night.
Last night had been so perfect. So wonderful. She recalled Romeo climbing the thick vines, reciting words that made her heart race. Then he was beside her, brushing her hair from her face oh so tenderly...
She looked up at this deep brown eyes gazing intently upon her. Her heart fluttered nervously. A man had never looked at her so intensely before. He leaned closer until his lips met hers in a soft kiss...
That kiss had changed her whole world. She knew she had loved Romeo before, but the kiss deepened their love in a way she didn't thinkwas possible. It was impossible to forget and now they both knew they were destined to be together forever.
They had spent the rest of the night walking through the lovely gardens of exotic flowers. Romeo shared a whole new world with Juliet, a world of magic and wonder. They laughed and teased each other but sometimes grew serious as their passion for each other grew more and more intense.
Romeo had left at sunrise, vowing to return and be with her forever. However, unfortunate events had taken place. Romeo had been exiled. They were never to see each other again. She could feel her heart breaking and swelling at the same time. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. Nothing mattered except Romeo...And she couldn't have him...
Day Five isn't much happier. Heartbreak was the topic so I wrote about Kara Lee losing Johnny. This one is shorter. I honestly couldn't dwell on the subject for too long.
Kara Lee lay curled up on her bed. She hugged her pillow tight as tears streamed from her eyes. Her soft black hair fanned out henind her. A choked sob escaped her lips. She closed her hazel eyes tight and shook her head, trying to shake the pain from her mind.
Johnny had been her whole world. He was so frustrating and stubborn, but she loved him for everything. At first he had refused to acknowledge her but somehow she had broken his defenses and they had fallen in love. But now he had decided to be an idiot again! Breaking promises, missing dates. He had missed graduation tonight, after swearing he would be there. She she sent him away. Too many broken promises. She would get her hopes up every time, only to have them shattered when she never saw his face. He had apologized of course, but if he really cared wouldn't he be there?
She held her pillow tighter and glared with sorrow into the distance. For her own sanity she couldn't put herself through anymore pain but now her heart was breaking. It felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces. The grief was overwhelming. She didn't want to be healed, nothing to put her back together again, but it would be nice to be taken away from the pain, simply be numb.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Day Three - Regret
Emotion for the day is Regret. This one was a tough one for me, seeing as I don't regret anything I've done in my life. So I chose to use a couple of characters that I know like the back of my hand, makes sense because I created them. I realize I am posting a day late, but I had a late night last night and was too exhausted to post until this morning. Enjoy. :)
After a long day Johnny returned to his quarters. Quietly he sat down on his bed, earlier events running through his mind. An overwhelming sense of grief hit him like a blow to the chest. He grimaced at this unforeseen agony.
She was gone. And it was his fault. He tried to push the thought from his mind, but found it impossible. Her face appeared in his mind, clear as a picture. Soft black hair fell around her face, hazel eyes shining as bring as the sun...He could even hear her tingling laughter in his ears.
A yell of frustration exploded from his mouth. He grabbed his pillow and chucked in across the room. Unsatisfied he grabbed the next closest object: he dagger. This too he threw across the room. With amazing accuracy he hit a tapestry of a dragon square between the eyes. It still wasn't enough. The regret was torture and so overwhelming. How could he just miss the one night that was so important? He had been too concerned with himself, not just tonight but for the past several weeks. Missing one night was one thing, but several? It was inexcusable. How could he have been so stupid?!
A mix of fury and agony flashed in his eyes. He needed to take his mind off the pain. He stood up and slapped the bedpost with as much force as he could muster, digging his nails into the wood. The pain numbed his mind for a second. He choked back a strangled sob. Next her swung at the few possessions he owned. A picture frame fell to the stone floor and shattered. The sound of breaking glass seemed to snap Johnny back to his senses for a moment. Tenderly he knelt down and retrieved the photograph amidst the jagged edges. Kara Lee gazed back at him with so much love in her eyes he could feel the crack in his heart grow deeper.
Without another word he hurried from the room, photograph still in hand.
After a long day Johnny returned to his quarters. Quietly he sat down on his bed, earlier events running through his mind. An overwhelming sense of grief hit him like a blow to the chest. He grimaced at this unforeseen agony.
She was gone. And it was his fault. He tried to push the thought from his mind, but found it impossible. Her face appeared in his mind, clear as a picture. Soft black hair fell around her face, hazel eyes shining as bring as the sun...He could even hear her tingling laughter in his ears.
A yell of frustration exploded from his mouth. He grabbed his pillow and chucked in across the room. Unsatisfied he grabbed the next closest object: he dagger. This too he threw across the room. With amazing accuracy he hit a tapestry of a dragon square between the eyes. It still wasn't enough. The regret was torture and so overwhelming. How could he just miss the one night that was so important? He had been too concerned with himself, not just tonight but for the past several weeks. Missing one night was one thing, but several? It was inexcusable. How could he have been so stupid?!
A mix of fury and agony flashed in his eyes. He needed to take his mind off the pain. He stood up and slapped the bedpost with as much force as he could muster, digging his nails into the wood. The pain numbed his mind for a second. He choked back a strangled sob. Next her swung at the few possessions he owned. A picture frame fell to the stone floor and shattered. The sound of breaking glass seemed to snap Johnny back to his senses for a moment. Tenderly he knelt down and retrieved the photograph amidst the jagged edges. Kara Lee gazed back at him with so much love in her eyes he could feel the crack in his heart grow deeper.
Without another word he hurried from the room, photograph still in hand.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Day Two - Joy
I decided I needed to give myself options so I didn't spend forever just thinking about writing. Three-hundred and sixty-five posts is an awful lot so if any of you have suggestions throw them out there. It would be fun to get prompts from people. Feel free to challenge me!
For the moment I wrote down several emotions and folded them up. Emotion of the day: Joy. Here's the excerpt for the day:
Sara's eyes flew open. It was her birthday today! Her bright hazel eyes glanced anxiously around her sunlit room. She was not five years old! A huge grin spread across her face. She scrambled out of bed, ran to her bedroom door, and yanked it open. "Mommy, Mommy!" she hollered as she raced down the hallway, pink nightgown flowing with her.
In her parents' bedroom her mother rolled over at her daughter's approach. "Mommy, it's my birthday!" Sara exclaimed.
Her mother gave Sara a sleepy smile. "It is, sweetheart."
"I'm five years old now!" Sara began climbing onto her mother's plush bed. She plopped down and stared at her mother, her expression still one of giddy excitement.
"Yes you are, sweetie." Her mother sat up. "And do you feel older?"
After a moment's thought Sara replied, "I do!" She crawled over towards her mother and gave her a big hug. "Mommy can we have cake now?" she asked.
Laughing, her mother returned the hug. "We have to wait for Daddy to get home tonight." She kissed the top of Sara's head. "But I canlet you open one present."
Sara pulled away, her grin even bigger than before. "Okay!"
Haha aren't kids so cute?
For the moment I wrote down several emotions and folded them up. Emotion of the day: Joy. Here's the excerpt for the day:
Sara's eyes flew open. It was her birthday today! Her bright hazel eyes glanced anxiously around her sunlit room. She was not five years old! A huge grin spread across her face. She scrambled out of bed, ran to her bedroom door, and yanked it open. "Mommy, Mommy!" she hollered as she raced down the hallway, pink nightgown flowing with her.
In her parents' bedroom her mother rolled over at her daughter's approach. "Mommy, it's my birthday!" Sara exclaimed.
Her mother gave Sara a sleepy smile. "It is, sweetheart."
"I'm five years old now!" Sara began climbing onto her mother's plush bed. She plopped down and stared at her mother, her expression still one of giddy excitement.
"Yes you are, sweetie." Her mother sat up. "And do you feel older?"
After a moment's thought Sara replied, "I do!" She crawled over towards her mother and gave her a big hug. "Mommy can we have cake now?" she asked.
Laughing, her mother returned the hug. "We have to wait for Daddy to get home tonight." She kissed the top of Sara's head. "But I canlet you open one present."
Sara pulled away, her grin even bigger than before. "Okay!"
Haha aren't kids so cute?
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A Year of Writing
Last night I was inspired to improve my writing skills. Everyone knows I am completely in love with books. I could spend HOURS in a book store and easily spend at least $100 without feeling guilty. As some of you may know I started writing a book clear back in high school. I finished it once, but it needed a LOT of plot revisions so I've been working on it ever since. Last night I decided to dig it up once again and glance through it. Wow! Can I just say that I forgot how much I love my characters? The writing was amateur but I fell in love with my story once again. I really believe it has potential! Of course my writing still needs some work. So I decided to make myself a goal: A year of writing. Every day I write something and post it. Hopefully I get some good feedback. It's definitely going to take time and dedication but I can do it. :)
Here's the first post:
A sharp pain jabbed into Amanda's side with every stride she took.
Inhale....Exhale...Amanda thought calmly. Although the ache didn't go away immediately the breathing exercise seemed to help. She glanced down at her watch. Pace: 8:45. A smile briefly flashed across her face. She was right on track. Just a few more blocks and the ten miles would be up.
An upbeat rhythm played in her ears, motivating her to keep up her pace. She was vaguely aware of sweat trickling down her bow and wiped it away with the back of her hand. Although her breathing was slightly labored she felt strong. Her feet sprang lightly off the city sidewalks and her muscles felt strong, powerful. A scent of automobiles and tar hang heavy in the air. Her quick blue eyes scanned the massive buildings towering abover her. It was beautiful.
As she rounded the corner she located her penthouse a block away. Eyes narrowed in determination. The final stretch. A surge of adrenaline spread through her body. She lengthened her stride, putting her entire heart into every step. The wind caught a few loose strands of her light brown hair. It pressed against her, cooling off the sweat from her body.
This is why she ran. It felt as if she were flying.
Here's the first post:
A sharp pain jabbed into Amanda's side with every stride she took.
Inhale....Exhale...Amanda thought calmly. Although the ache didn't go away immediately the breathing exercise seemed to help. She glanced down at her watch. Pace: 8:45. A smile briefly flashed across her face. She was right on track. Just a few more blocks and the ten miles would be up.
An upbeat rhythm played in her ears, motivating her to keep up her pace. She was vaguely aware of sweat trickling down her bow and wiped it away with the back of her hand. Although her breathing was slightly labored she felt strong. Her feet sprang lightly off the city sidewalks and her muscles felt strong, powerful. A scent of automobiles and tar hang heavy in the air. Her quick blue eyes scanned the massive buildings towering abover her. It was beautiful.
As she rounded the corner she located her penthouse a block away. Eyes narrowed in determination. The final stretch. A surge of adrenaline spread through her body. She lengthened her stride, putting her entire heart into every step. The wind caught a few loose strands of her light brown hair. It pressed against her, cooling off the sweat from her body.
This is why she ran. It felt as if she were flying.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Infatuation vs. Love
Alright, for all of you who are about to read this post please understand that I am neither infatuated nor in love! I was merely curious about the difference between the two. Here's what I found out:
When does infatuation end and love begin? Surely there is a difference between the two words. Or are they really similiar enough to be interchangeable?
Definition:
Infatuation -
1. A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion of attraction
2. An object of extravagant, short-lived passion
According to this definition infatuation is foolish, maybe even blind. So maybe all love starts out as an infatuation. We meet someone and get caught up in the moment of being in love. He or she can do nothing wrong in our eyes. They appear perfect. Of course to any sensible, level-headed person this seems pretty foolish. We all know no one is perfect. Mostly this is the physical aspect of the relationship. We want to hold them or be held or kiss. We wouldn't take our hands off them if we had a choice. However the romantic rush is short-lived, as stated above, and once this stage has ended either things end or they progress. They never stand still. Both persons are continuing to move in one direction or the other. So if the infatuation is really love then the relationship will continue, regardless of flaws or fights. And if not then the passion will die with the relationship.
Definition:
Love -
1. A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
2. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection
Synonyms: tenderness, fondness, warmth, passion, adoration
Now seeing the definition of love we see it is not an object nor foolish as the definition of infatuation stated. Instead love is a feeling towards something or someone. Love is more than just a passion, it is tender and affectionate, and a personal attachment - meaning we have invested our time and interest. Love is not just about the physical but about the mental as well. With love the person understands and accepts the other person for who he or she is. If this is the case then when the infatuation wears off in a sincere relationship love is left behind. Both persons are beginning to understand the other. For better or for worse. Secrets start coming out. You yearn to share your entire life with this one person, regardless of your past mistakes. You are no longer an independent person, but rather depending on each other for support.
So when does the line of infatuation end and love begin? When we can notice someone's flaws and imperfections and still want to be with them, knowing fair well that things won't be easy? Maybe when we honestly realize our life would seem pointless without them because our lives have somehow become intertwined with theirs. When we share their emotions and forget what everyone else looks like. Nothing matters but making he or she happy.
If infatuation is foolish and extravagant then maybe love is calm and comforting. An unexplained feeling of awe and devotion that leaves you breathless. Almost as if there is physical pain simply by being separated. A longing so deep you would merely be content just sitting next to them...
What can I say, I'm a romantic. :) And I think way too much!
When does infatuation end and love begin? Surely there is a difference between the two words. Or are they really similiar enough to be interchangeable?
Definition:
Infatuation -
1. A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion of attraction
2. An object of extravagant, short-lived passion
According to this definition infatuation is foolish, maybe even blind. So maybe all love starts out as an infatuation. We meet someone and get caught up in the moment of being in love. He or she can do nothing wrong in our eyes. They appear perfect. Of course to any sensible, level-headed person this seems pretty foolish. We all know no one is perfect. Mostly this is the physical aspect of the relationship. We want to hold them or be held or kiss. We wouldn't take our hands off them if we had a choice. However the romantic rush is short-lived, as stated above, and once this stage has ended either things end or they progress. They never stand still. Both persons are continuing to move in one direction or the other. So if the infatuation is really love then the relationship will continue, regardless of flaws or fights. And if not then the passion will die with the relationship.
Definition:
Love -
1. A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
2. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection
Synonyms: tenderness, fondness, warmth, passion, adoration
Now seeing the definition of love we see it is not an object nor foolish as the definition of infatuation stated. Instead love is a feeling towards something or someone. Love is more than just a passion, it is tender and affectionate, and a personal attachment - meaning we have invested our time and interest. Love is not just about the physical but about the mental as well. With love the person understands and accepts the other person for who he or she is. If this is the case then when the infatuation wears off in a sincere relationship love is left behind. Both persons are beginning to understand the other. For better or for worse. Secrets start coming out. You yearn to share your entire life with this one person, regardless of your past mistakes. You are no longer an independent person, but rather depending on each other for support.
So when does the line of infatuation end and love begin? When we can notice someone's flaws and imperfections and still want to be with them, knowing fair well that things won't be easy? Maybe when we honestly realize our life would seem pointless without them because our lives have somehow become intertwined with theirs. When we share their emotions and forget what everyone else looks like. Nothing matters but making he or she happy.
If infatuation is foolish and extravagant then maybe love is calm and comforting. An unexplained feeling of awe and devotion that leaves you breathless. Almost as if there is physical pain simply by being separated. A longing so deep you would merely be content just sitting next to them...
What can I say, I'm a romantic. :) And I think way too much!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tucson Marathon
I did it again! I now have my second marathon under my belt and boy was it just as crazy as my first. However, despite everything, I can proudly say that I love running! I did things a little differently this time around. Some were good, some were bad, but I defintely learned from my experience! Here's how the race went:
We started on Mount Lemon (or at least I believe it was Mount Lemon...). The ride up was miserable to put it bluntly. All runners were transported on buses. I ended up on a yellow school bus - I just missed getting on a nice tour bus. :P And of course the window by my seat will not stay up to save it's life! With every bump it would slip farther and farther open and when you are driving to the top of a mountain there are bound to be several bumps in the road. For a while I would just push it up every time it slipped. It would stay for a few minutes before falling once more. Then it just stopped staying up all together...Unless I held it there. Talk about ridiculous! I was so frustrated! A gentleman behind me offered to hold it up for a little while. I graciously obligued. I swear the trip up took 30-45 minutes too.
The beginning of the race was mostly downhill. It was great! I was going at a good pace, full of energy. After running down the mountain we entered the highway at mile 9 - Oro Valley Road, I believe. This was the boring part. Don't get me wrong, the mountains down in Tucson are really pretty. They seem to just spring up from the valley! The rest is all desert though; cactus and sagebrush. Plus at this point we started fighting a headwind of 20 mph. Talk about degrading! I was going strong through mile 15. I slowed down a little after that, but I was still going to come in before 4'30". Then mile 20 hit me. I just didn't want to run anymore! I was doing great energy wise. I'd kept my carbs and electrolytes up, but mentally? I just wanted it to be over! My hips killed, the wind was frustrating, I had lung burn... It was definitely "the Wall." At mile 23 we FINALLY left the highway - see why I was bored??? Unfortunately the last three miles were more uphill than downhill. I couldn't seem to find my momentum. Sometimes it hurt less to run, other times I just didn't care. I wanted the race to be over. I was so excited to see the finish line! Unfortunately there was a sharp turn right before it and it was all on sand so I couldn't even get a good sprint in. Oh well. I finished! It felt so good when they put that medallion around my neck. :) Final time 4'45" - slower than I wanted, but next time I will be better prepared.
There are several things I learned from the marathon:
Pros:
- I ate really well - lots of veggies, not too many carbs (sushi the night before was perfect!)
- I researched what I was suppose to eat.
- I didn't feel sick the entire marathon! (probably because I ate well)
- I paced myself fairly well up until the end.
- The wall didn't hit me until mile 20 (it was mile 17 on the last marathon)
- I trained using a lot of stairs and hills - helped strengthen my quads and gave me more endurance.
Cons:
- I didn't keep to my training schedule! I didn't run Saturdays and there were very few weeks I actually ran all of the other days I was suppose to. Next time it will be better, especially now that I am learning how to budget my time.
- I wasn't prepared to be cold. Solution: long-sleeved shirt and possibly spandex pants, and look at the weather forcast
- I didn't mentally prepare for the wall. I'm sure if I actually ran the entire race I could cut some time off.
Goals:
- Strengthen hip-flexors
- Defeat "the Wall"
- Stick to my training schedule
- Run more stairs and hills to increase time
- Be prepared for weather
Although I was slightly disappointed in the results of the race I feel really good that I accomplished the 26.2 miles once again. It was hard at the end knowing that no one would be waiting for me, but I guess that is what happens when you move far from home. :) I definitely did NOT like the fact that I had to get back in my car and drive five hours. I'm sure I was very amusing to anyone who watched me attempt to get in and out of Beauty (my car) every time I stopped. Haha I was always yelping in pain. The good news: it only took me three days to recover, although I haven't ran since then. :)
My big goal is to run the Boston Marathon someday. That means I need to cut an hour off my time. Probably won't happen in 2010 but maybe around 2012? We'll see. :) Not sure what the next marathon will be but I will keep you updated!
Keep runnin' strong!
We started on Mount Lemon (or at least I believe it was Mount Lemon...). The ride up was miserable to put it bluntly. All runners were transported on buses. I ended up on a yellow school bus - I just missed getting on a nice tour bus. :P And of course the window by my seat will not stay up to save it's life! With every bump it would slip farther and farther open and when you are driving to the top of a mountain there are bound to be several bumps in the road. For a while I would just push it up every time it slipped. It would stay for a few minutes before falling once more. Then it just stopped staying up all together...Unless I held it there. Talk about ridiculous! I was so frustrated! A gentleman behind me offered to hold it up for a little while. I graciously obligued. I swear the trip up took 30-45 minutes too.
The beginning of the race was mostly downhill. It was great! I was going at a good pace, full of energy. After running down the mountain we entered the highway at mile 9 - Oro Valley Road, I believe. This was the boring part. Don't get me wrong, the mountains down in Tucson are really pretty. They seem to just spring up from the valley! The rest is all desert though; cactus and sagebrush. Plus at this point we started fighting a headwind of 20 mph. Talk about degrading! I was going strong through mile 15. I slowed down a little after that, but I was still going to come in before 4'30". Then mile 20 hit me. I just didn't want to run anymore! I was doing great energy wise. I'd kept my carbs and electrolytes up, but mentally? I just wanted it to be over! My hips killed, the wind was frustrating, I had lung burn... It was definitely "the Wall." At mile 23 we FINALLY left the highway - see why I was bored??? Unfortunately the last three miles were more uphill than downhill. I couldn't seem to find my momentum. Sometimes it hurt less to run, other times I just didn't care. I wanted the race to be over. I was so excited to see the finish line! Unfortunately there was a sharp turn right before it and it was all on sand so I couldn't even get a good sprint in. Oh well. I finished! It felt so good when they put that medallion around my neck. :) Final time 4'45" - slower than I wanted, but next time I will be better prepared.
There are several things I learned from the marathon:
Pros:
- I ate really well - lots of veggies, not too many carbs (sushi the night before was perfect!)
- I researched what I was suppose to eat.
- I didn't feel sick the entire marathon! (probably because I ate well)
- I paced myself fairly well up until the end.
- The wall didn't hit me until mile 20 (it was mile 17 on the last marathon)
- I trained using a lot of stairs and hills - helped strengthen my quads and gave me more endurance.
Cons:
- I didn't keep to my training schedule! I didn't run Saturdays and there were very few weeks I actually ran all of the other days I was suppose to. Next time it will be better, especially now that I am learning how to budget my time.
- I wasn't prepared to be cold. Solution: long-sleeved shirt and possibly spandex pants, and look at the weather forcast
- I didn't mentally prepare for the wall. I'm sure if I actually ran the entire race I could cut some time off.
Goals:
- Strengthen hip-flexors
- Defeat "the Wall"
- Stick to my training schedule
- Run more stairs and hills to increase time
- Be prepared for weather
Although I was slightly disappointed in the results of the race I feel really good that I accomplished the 26.2 miles once again. It was hard at the end knowing that no one would be waiting for me, but I guess that is what happens when you move far from home. :) I definitely did NOT like the fact that I had to get back in my car and drive five hours. I'm sure I was very amusing to anyone who watched me attempt to get in and out of Beauty (my car) every time I stopped. Haha I was always yelping in pain. The good news: it only took me three days to recover, although I haven't ran since then. :)
My big goal is to run the Boston Marathon someday. That means I need to cut an hour off my time. Probably won't happen in 2010 but maybe around 2012? We'll see. :) Not sure what the next marathon will be but I will keep you updated!
Keep runnin' strong!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
New Places
I am now a resident of Arizona! I moved down to Winslow - you know, "Standin' on the Corner..." - two and a half weeks ago. It took me a few days to get over the homesickness, but now I honestly love it here! I've been making friends: Joseph, Mary Catherine, Ashley, Janae (just to name a few). Basically I'm always with the Ricks family down here. :) My friends have been showing me all the amazing things to do around the area. Did you know there is a giant Jack Rabbit that you can ride? Yeah, they make fun of it in the movie Cars. Isn't it cute? I love animals. ^^
I've also been cliff jumping at Clear Creek, driven an amazing Jaguar convertible, ran a 10k, eaten at the Rootbeer Stand, and visited the Little Painted Desert. (See Below)
This picture doesn't give the bird's mohawk justice...
Last weekend I also visited Tucson for the first time! It was pretty incredible. Joseph showed me around the city. (Much bigger than Winslow BTW!) First we went to the zoo! Did I mention I love animals??? Haha.
This picture doesn't give the bird's mohawk justice...
The otters were definitely one of my favorites!
And at night the city looks incredible.
These are all of my adventures for the moment, but I'm sure there will be more to come!
Monday, April 20, 2009
SLC Marathon
As most everyone knows I have been training for the Salt Lake City Marathon for the past three months. Training has been a rewarding experience, although the process as a whole been a rollercoaster ride. Hehe. I started out on treadmills, now I hate them more than ever. Seriously, I would rather run in a blizzard than one of those blasted machines. Needless to say I do most of my running outside, despite the elements. I've learned to run in rain, snow, and my absolute favorite SUN! There was a week that I actually ran on a track, without music. Although I had no choice, I was in the middle of the pacific ocean and running ON water was not exactly an option. :) Near the end of my training I discovered I love to run with people, whether they are running alongside me or riding a bike (as Megan did). My total progress was this: I started out running at about 5.0 mph. Not bad, sometimes it was slower. Now my pace is about 6.1 or 6.2 mph and this is for several miles! Woot yeah!
Alright, enough with the training details and onto the main event! I spent the night with Megan's grandparents - LaVerne and Chet - and woke up early to get ready for the race. I parked Stevie (my car) at the Gateway and caught Trax up to U of U. My legs felt ready for action. I actually jogged a couple of paces. My whole body was quivering in anticipation. The ride was long, but after 45 minutes we finally reached Legacy Bridge at the top of U of U's campus. There were tons of people milling around waiting for the race to start. Most people were involved in the half marathon. We all congregated on the road. I saw Kyle Jennings from high school. He was running the half marathon so we talked until the race started. The start was kind of amusing. The announcer counted down, then there was a gun shot and everyone started to move forward. Although it was more of a shuffle than anything else. It didn't take us long to break up. The start was all downhill. Tons of people were passing me but I kept my steady pace, knowing I would need to conserve my energy. The morning air was cool and crisp. My music pounded in my ears. I had so much adrenaline! Every once in a while my emotions would get the best of me and I would start to choke up, but I soon discovered that I couldn't cry and breath at the same time. Haha.
At every mile along the course it said which mile you had finished and the amount of time you had been running. Every couple of miles there were rest stations with bathrooms (port o' potties) and people holding out water or gatorade. At my first rest stop I tried to run and drink at the same time... Yeah, didn't work out. I spilled a bunch. That's when I learned you walk when you are trying to drink something.
The course was really hilly. I remember looking at the elevation chart once and realizing I would encounter a few hills, but I guess it didn't fully sink in. Most of the hills were within the first 10 miles. I didn't stop to walk any of them! Except for the one at the very end. Thankfully the sky stayed overcast for until about 10am and even when the sky did clear up there was always a breeze.
I was feeling pretty good around mile 10. My pace was the same and I still had energy. Mile 16 was when everything hit me. I was tired. A couple miles earlier I had started to feel the wear, but this was definitely the Wall. I struggled. My mind was thinking, 10 more miles. Somehow I found my rhythm again, although I was all-too-aware of hot spots on my feet. Then at mile 18 it just hurt. My legs didn't want to go any further. I had 8 miles to go and all I wanted to do was sleep. I would glance longingly at the grass. I could see myself asleep in my car on my way back to Tremonton. It was hard. I stopped to walk for longer periods of time, but my legs hurt all the same. I ate some jelly beans and forced some gatorade and water down, but nothing helped. Food was the furthest thing from my mind. Even the gatorade was starting to make me feel nauseous. I remember thinking I was crazy! Part of me even thought that I would never run a marathon again. (Although I knew I could never completely make that promise.) One thing was certain, I would not give up!!! I took out my headphones, no longer amused by my selection of music. Every step hurt. My face became stoic although my mind was raging a huge battle against itself. I was counting down the miles, looking anxiously ahead for the next sign. One of the few things that kept me amused was the photographers. I started posing for the cameras, doing anything to keep my mind off the battle. I felt like I walked a lot, although it was probably less than two miles in total.
Finally I came to the last two miles of the race. There was a blasted hill. Despite my aching feet I knew I had to finish strong. I was determined to run the rest of the way once I got to the top of the hill. I walked the whole way up, exhausted beyond belief, but when I hit the top I ran. I forced my stride to lengthen. One last stretch, I thought. My eyes were focused on the Gateway straight ahead. I knew I would have to take three more turns before I could see the finish line. I passed the temple. My breathing was labored, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't start up again. That last mile honestly seemed to take forever, but finally I rounded the corners. I could see the people. I started looking around almost overcome with emotion then I saw the finish line. Without thinking I sprinted straight ahead. I could hear everyone. I knew my family was cheering me on. I swore I heard my name but I couldn't focus on anything. It took every last ounce of energy to sprint towards that finish line. I passed a handful of people. Finally I was across. After slowing so rapidly I thought I was going to pass out. Thankfully I kept walking, trying to suck precious oxygen into my lungs. Someone handed me a medal. My mind must have been somewhat numb. I think I had to force myself to smile. I had done it. I finished in 4 hours and 42 minutes. Under my goal of 5 hours too!
The marathon was a great experience. I could hardly walk after sitting down for a few minutes. Everything hurt from my waist down, but the pain was worth it. My family was beaming and it didn't take too long for me to start beaming as well. Now I've started planning for the next one. I think it will be Top of Utah in September. I'm crazy. I knew after one I would do another. The feeling is very addicting. Even now I long to run out in the sunshine, despite my stiff muscles. :) I think I am still on an emotional high...
My family and roommates were all so amazing through all of this. I know how proud they are of their marathon runner and I hope they realize how much they did for me. Life really is a marathon and although there are times when we want to quit it is worth every minute of suffering once you cross that finish line. Thanks everyone for your support!
Alright, enough with the training details and onto the main event! I spent the night with Megan's grandparents - LaVerne and Chet - and woke up early to get ready for the race. I parked Stevie (my car) at the Gateway and caught Trax up to U of U. My legs felt ready for action. I actually jogged a couple of paces. My whole body was quivering in anticipation. The ride was long, but after 45 minutes we finally reached Legacy Bridge at the top of U of U's campus. There were tons of people milling around waiting for the race to start. Most people were involved in the half marathon. We all congregated on the road. I saw Kyle Jennings from high school. He was running the half marathon so we talked until the race started. The start was kind of amusing. The announcer counted down, then there was a gun shot and everyone started to move forward. Although it was more of a shuffle than anything else. It didn't take us long to break up. The start was all downhill. Tons of people were passing me but I kept my steady pace, knowing I would need to conserve my energy. The morning air was cool and crisp. My music pounded in my ears. I had so much adrenaline! Every once in a while my emotions would get the best of me and I would start to choke up, but I soon discovered that I couldn't cry and breath at the same time. Haha.
At every mile along the course it said which mile you had finished and the amount of time you had been running. Every couple of miles there were rest stations with bathrooms (port o' potties) and people holding out water or gatorade. At my first rest stop I tried to run and drink at the same time... Yeah, didn't work out. I spilled a bunch. That's when I learned you walk when you are trying to drink something.
The course was really hilly. I remember looking at the elevation chart once and realizing I would encounter a few hills, but I guess it didn't fully sink in. Most of the hills were within the first 10 miles. I didn't stop to walk any of them! Except for the one at the very end. Thankfully the sky stayed overcast for until about 10am and even when the sky did clear up there was always a breeze.
I was feeling pretty good around mile 10. My pace was the same and I still had energy. Mile 16 was when everything hit me. I was tired. A couple miles earlier I had started to feel the wear, but this was definitely the Wall. I struggled. My mind was thinking, 10 more miles. Somehow I found my rhythm again, although I was all-too-aware of hot spots on my feet. Then at mile 18 it just hurt. My legs didn't want to go any further. I had 8 miles to go and all I wanted to do was sleep. I would glance longingly at the grass. I could see myself asleep in my car on my way back to Tremonton. It was hard. I stopped to walk for longer periods of time, but my legs hurt all the same. I ate some jelly beans and forced some gatorade and water down, but nothing helped. Food was the furthest thing from my mind. Even the gatorade was starting to make me feel nauseous. I remember thinking I was crazy! Part of me even thought that I would never run a marathon again. (Although I knew I could never completely make that promise.) One thing was certain, I would not give up!!! I took out my headphones, no longer amused by my selection of music. Every step hurt. My face became stoic although my mind was raging a huge battle against itself. I was counting down the miles, looking anxiously ahead for the next sign. One of the few things that kept me amused was the photographers. I started posing for the cameras, doing anything to keep my mind off the battle. I felt like I walked a lot, although it was probably less than two miles in total.
Finally I came to the last two miles of the race. There was a blasted hill. Despite my aching feet I knew I had to finish strong. I was determined to run the rest of the way once I got to the top of the hill. I walked the whole way up, exhausted beyond belief, but when I hit the top I ran. I forced my stride to lengthen. One last stretch, I thought. My eyes were focused on the Gateway straight ahead. I knew I would have to take three more turns before I could see the finish line. I passed the temple. My breathing was labored, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't start up again. That last mile honestly seemed to take forever, but finally I rounded the corners. I could see the people. I started looking around almost overcome with emotion then I saw the finish line. Without thinking I sprinted straight ahead. I could hear everyone. I knew my family was cheering me on. I swore I heard my name but I couldn't focus on anything. It took every last ounce of energy to sprint towards that finish line. I passed a handful of people. Finally I was across. After slowing so rapidly I thought I was going to pass out. Thankfully I kept walking, trying to suck precious oxygen into my lungs. Someone handed me a medal. My mind must have been somewhat numb. I think I had to force myself to smile. I had done it. I finished in 4 hours and 42 minutes. Under my goal of 5 hours too!
The marathon was a great experience. I could hardly walk after sitting down for a few minutes. Everything hurt from my waist down, but the pain was worth it. My family was beaming and it didn't take too long for me to start beaming as well. Now I've started planning for the next one. I think it will be Top of Utah in September. I'm crazy. I knew after one I would do another. The feeling is very addicting. Even now I long to run out in the sunshine, despite my stiff muscles. :) I think I am still on an emotional high...
My family and roommates were all so amazing through all of this. I know how proud they are of their marathon runner and I hope they realize how much they did for me. Life really is a marathon and although there are times when we want to quit it is worth every minute of suffering once you cross that finish line. Thanks everyone for your support!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Running through Swamps!
HAHA! I LOVE this story! So tonight I went running with my good friend Brad. Much to our surprise we have never been running together before, but we had a blast! So we set out at a good pace at least 6.0 miles per hour, probably a little more. Our goal was to run eight miles. Really, not terribly difficult. We are both distance runners. :) Here's the thing Brad is seriously awesome. I think I would consider him one of my best friends. He isn't dramatic, I try not to be dramatic, but I can completely be myself around him. (Don't worry, we are just friends, nothing more.) Anyway, so around mile three we were running down 1800 North and it lead to a dead end. We were about a block away from 1000 West, but their was a flooded field blocking our path. Being the awesome pair we are we decided to brave the swamp and cross it.
Our first hurdle was a wire fence with barb wire along the top. Brad made it over first - he's a lot taller than me so he just had to step over it. Then it was my turn. He held down the wire for me and I stepped over with my left leg, picked up my right leg and I was caught. I know, it was ridiculous! Thankfully it took me all of two seconds to fix. We laughed and the continued onto the bigger obstacle. A vast marsh.
At first the going was easy. Brad lead the way as we hoped from one dry patch to the next. Occasionally our feet would come across a little water, but nothing too bad. Until we reached the middle. By this point our feet were only half dry, but we were way to far to turn back now. We trudged on, actually it was more like hopping, laughing and talking the whole time. Our shoes and socks ended up getting soaked. The water was unavoidable, however we finally made it to the end of the mire. That did not conclude our quest though. Before we could get back onto solid ground we had to cross yet another fence. This one was higher than the first and very unstable. Brad suggested I use him to help me get over, but I couldn't get my footing right at all. So then he said he would lift me up so I could stand on the barb wire then jump over. It wasn't too difficult. I even landed on my feet. Hehe. It didn't take Brad long at all to get up and over, but he did end up falling. :) Although he jumped right back to his feet. Then we were off and running again. Haha! It was so much fun!
We did finish our eight miles. It felt nice, although I was tired by the end. That makes thirteen total today - I ran five this afternoon. I figure it is my last week to really push myself then it's three weeks until the marathon! I am so excited! And it looks like I may have found a running partner too. Yay!
As for other news I just got back from a week long cruise to the Mexican Riviera. It was soooo much fun! Hopefully I can get pictures up soon. My dad is the family photographer so he took most of the pics.
It's good to be back! I'm sure I'll have more stories soon!
Our first hurdle was a wire fence with barb wire along the top. Brad made it over first - he's a lot taller than me so he just had to step over it. Then it was my turn. He held down the wire for me and I stepped over with my left leg, picked up my right leg and I was caught. I know, it was ridiculous! Thankfully it took me all of two seconds to fix. We laughed and the continued onto the bigger obstacle. A vast marsh.
At first the going was easy. Brad lead the way as we hoped from one dry patch to the next. Occasionally our feet would come across a little water, but nothing too bad. Until we reached the middle. By this point our feet were only half dry, but we were way to far to turn back now. We trudged on, actually it was more like hopping, laughing and talking the whole time. Our shoes and socks ended up getting soaked. The water was unavoidable, however we finally made it to the end of the mire. That did not conclude our quest though. Before we could get back onto solid ground we had to cross yet another fence. This one was higher than the first and very unstable. Brad suggested I use him to help me get over, but I couldn't get my footing right at all. So then he said he would lift me up so I could stand on the barb wire then jump over. It wasn't too difficult. I even landed on my feet. Hehe. It didn't take Brad long at all to get up and over, but he did end up falling. :) Although he jumped right back to his feet. Then we were off and running again. Haha! It was so much fun!
We did finish our eight miles. It felt nice, although I was tired by the end. That makes thirteen total today - I ran five this afternoon. I figure it is my last week to really push myself then it's three weeks until the marathon! I am so excited! And it looks like I may have found a running partner too. Yay!
As for other news I just got back from a week long cruise to the Mexican Riviera. It was soooo much fun! Hopefully I can get pictures up soon. My dad is the family photographer so he took most of the pics.
It's good to be back! I'm sure I'll have more stories soon!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Bad Day
Today was honestly the worst day I have had in so long! First off I have been alone in my apartment since Friday. It is Spring Break for USU so all of my roommates left. I figured no big deal, right? I would just be alone for a few days, but I would be working and getting stuff done. Wrong! I have slowly been going insane on these long, lonely days. So today I woke up to get ready for school. I was teaching down at Mountain Crest for a high school science class today. I got ready and attempted to do my hair. That was the first thing that went wrong. I just got my hair cut and I am experimenting with a new style that I love, but of course my hair wouldn't cooperate. I gave up quickly because I didn't have time to try anything new anyway. Then I tried to get something together for lunch and honestly, nothing sounded appealing. I knew if I didn't take something I would regret it so I suffered for a hot pocket. At 7a.m. I walked out the door into a white blizzard. I knew it had been snowing from last night so I looked anxiously at my car. Yeah, a foot of snow was covering it! Gah! I thought, alright, it's alright, I don't have to be at school until 7:47a.m. (Who puts that for a starting time?) Well, there I am wading through a foot of snow on the ground and I am in heels. It took me ten minutes to clear off my car. Finally I make it out of my parking lot. Well, I knew I needed to get out to Hyrum the quickest way possible and me, being not very bright this morning, decided to drive down a steep hill. I almost killed myself! I couldn't control my car and I couldn't brake. Thankfully I did manage to stay fairly straight, although I did run the stop sign. No damage done. Thank goodness! I was a little shaken up. I took the rest of the drive slow. I didn't make it out to Mountain Crest and park until 8a.m. So I am late, but I figured it was to be expected. Teaching was easy. No lesson plan had been left for me so my classes watched a movie about killer whales. The movie was really good the first time I watched it, but I had to watch it three times. I finished one book and started another, but I was going crazy. I longed to have a conversation with someone, or at least sleep. Oh well. I survived the day. When I walked out to my car again I discovered another foot of snow had deposited itself on my vehicle. At this point all I wanted to do was go home and get warm, even if I wasn't going to be around anyone. I spent another ten minutes sweeping my car clean then another ten as I waited for anyone to let me out of the parking lot. No one would let me in! I was so frustrated. Finally, I made it home. The rest of the day hasn't been too bad. I did get my hair to cooperate with me. At least tomorrow and Wednesday won't be so bad. On a positive note I got my temple recommend renewed yesterday. I am way excited! I hope I can go to the temple on Wednesday! Woot! That's the update. I leave for my cruise on Friday so no one will here from me until I get back. Don't worry, I'll post lots of pictures. :D 'Till then!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Rascal Flatts in Concert!
The event of the week was my first concert EVER! Of course I have always gone to band and orchestra concerts, but never a rock concert - even though Rascal Flatts is a country band. The concert was amazing though! My friend Jessica and I got tickets and after having dinner at Apollo Burger we headed to the Energy Solutions Arena on Trax. We were pretty excited. It didn't take long to reach our destination. We stepped off the light-rail into an atmosphere of excitement. People were milling around outside, taking pictures or trying to get into the building. A radio station was broadcasting outside and some girls were attempting to sing-along with a Rascal Flatts - they didn't sound so great... Jessica and I hurried inside where they scanned our tickets. It didn't take us long to find our seats - Section 21, Row 20, Seats 7 & 8. Not too bad. I was hoping for the floor, but oh well. Then we decided to wander around. I was ecstatic, I really wanted some souvenoir to remember the concert by. Of course the line for merchandise was long, but we decided it would be better to buy something before the concert rather than afterwards. Everything was so expensive though! I wanted a sweatshirt, but it was $50. Instead I got a strawhat. It looks really cute though.
Once Jessica Simpson was done performing the stage crew came out to get ready for RASCAL FLATTS! The stage was set up with the band at the back and then platforms all around the floor. Techies came out and climbed up and down from the lights to the stage on long rope ladders. It looked pretty cool, although I would probably be terrified. It took the crew about 15 minutes to get everything set up. Jessica and I just goofed around with our cameras. I was giddy with excitement.
It was so amazing! Everyone started screaming and cheering and singing all at once. I was surprised how good they sounded. Seriously, they sounded just like their albums. The guitar riffs and drumset were ridiculously good. They even had someone playing the electric violin. I sang along to almost everything, although there were a few songs I didn't know that well. :) The sound balance seemed a lot better for Rascal Flatts, even though everything was still so loud! Again, the concert was awesome. They did a little improv thing in the middle, while things were getting set up, about girls walking around in mini skirts and high heels. And they gave the advice to not get offended if you choose to wear that get-up because every male is going to look at you. It was pretty funny.
Jessica and I had so much fun at the concert. She told me she didn't know if it was more fun to watch the concert or to watch me. Haha. It was worth every penny and I recommend them to anyone. They are so great! "Good night, y'all!"
By the time we made it back to our seats Jessica Simpson had already started her opening act. To my surprise she was really good. She had a great voice and I wouldn't mind having some of her music. I think country suits her well. I couldn't believe how loud the band was, though. I couldn't really make out the lyrics to some of the songs, but it could be because I didn't know the songs. Regardless, it was a good opening. It was really weird seeing a celebrity live. :)
Once Jessica Simpson was done performing the stage crew came out to get ready for RASCAL FLATTS! The stage was set up with the band at the back and then platforms all around the floor. Techies came out and climbed up and down from the lights to the stage on long rope ladders. It looked pretty cool, although I would probably be terrified. It took the crew about 15 minutes to get everything set up. Jessica and I just goofed around with our cameras. I was giddy with excitement.
Finally everthing went dark and an image of huge redwood trees showed on the screens in the back. After waiting for a while - in all reality it was probably only 30 seconds - I started getting anxious. I looked all around the arena, trying to figure out when everything was going to start when a shooting star started falling on the screen. I was so fascinated as it came closer and closer, until suddenly it exploded on stage! I must have jumped a mile high. Then everything was revealed and there was Rascal Flatts!
It was so amazing! Everyone started screaming and cheering and singing all at once. I was surprised how good they sounded. Seriously, they sounded just like their albums. The guitar riffs and drumset were ridiculously good. They even had someone playing the electric violin. I sang along to almost everything, although there were a few songs I didn't know that well. :) The sound balance seemed a lot better for Rascal Flatts, even though everything was still so loud! Again, the concert was awesome. They did a little improv thing in the middle, while things were getting set up, about girls walking around in mini skirts and high heels. And they gave the advice to not get offended if you choose to wear that get-up because every male is going to look at you. It was pretty funny.
I noticed they were always changing guitars. They were all so gorgeous. I remember one was an electric guitar in brilliant blue with a silver pick guard. Another was warm yellow and red. But enough about the guitars. At the end Rascal Flatts said thank you to everyone and introduced those playing in their band. A lot of people must have thought the concert was over because people started heading out. Jessica and I stuck around. I didn't know if anything else was going to happen. Everyone was cheering as loud as they could. Then, all of a sudden, the lights on the stage came back on and Rascal Flatts were back out singing! Confetti exploded from the stage and balloons fell from the ceiling. Everyone started screaming again. After a couple more songs they said goodnight.
Jessica and I had so much fun at the concert. She told me she didn't know if it was more fun to watch the concert or to watch me. Haha. It was worth every penny and I recommend them to anyone. They are so great! "Good night, y'all!" Thursday, February 19, 2009
Resolutions and Love?
Alright, so I'm not really in love. I'm not even dating anyone, but I figured it would be a good title for New Year's and Valentine's Day. :) Let's start with New Year's. I made one resolution and I've thought about others, although I haven't come up with anything. Anyway, my resolution is to run a marathon! I'm so excited! I officially registered for the Salt Lake City Marathon on April 18th. I've been running consistently since the beginning of the year. I found a 16 week training plan about 4 weeks ago. It's got me training pretty hard, right now I am on week 8. Half way there! Sometimes it is hard to get out and go running, especially if it is poor weather and I'm forced to run on a treadmill. :P However, my muscles are growing stronger and stronger. Starting next week I won't run anything less than 5 miles. I never run more than two days in a row and my long runs are always Saturday, to help prep me for the big day. It is so amazing to run. Some days I feel like I could go on running forever.
Now for Valentine's Day. Mostly I just hung out with my roommate Megan. The night before we decided to go on a crazy "roadtrip" starting in Logan and making our way North. We always took the back roads and at first we really didn't know what we were doing, but slowly our trip had a purpose. If we ever saw something interesting - like an old car, or a bell - we would park then jump out of the car and take some pictures. Then we would always take a picture by the "Welcome to (insert random town here)" signs. It was awesome! I'll post pics soon. :) We ended up in Trenton and Clifton, even all the way up to Swan Lake and Downey! So crazy! Some towns didn't have a sign, but we tried to take a picture to remember the town by. All-in-all we spent over three hours driving around. I can't wait to do it again!
Right now my day consists of me subbing somewhere in Cache Valley. I'll sub K-12 and let me tell you, some of those kids are crazy! I always learn something. I'm definitely learning where my boundaries are and how I want to handle my own classroom. It's a pretty relaxing job. More than half the time I get paid to read a book. I usually end up finishing a book a day. It's great! This week I have been subbing for a 7th grade science class, but they already have a student teacher so I really don't have to do ANYTHING. It's actually kind of nice. I don't feel too unproductive cause I am making money. Today I found myself longing for my own classroom though. Hopefully that happens soon. :)
Well, that's my life for the moment. I have made a goal to post something weekly so it won't be so long inbetween posts again. Later!
Now for Valentine's Day. Mostly I just hung out with my roommate Megan. The night before we decided to go on a crazy "roadtrip" starting in Logan and making our way North. We always took the back roads and at first we really didn't know what we were doing, but slowly our trip had a purpose. If we ever saw something interesting - like an old car, or a bell - we would park then jump out of the car and take some pictures. Then we would always take a picture by the "Welcome to (insert random town here)" signs. It was awesome! I'll post pics soon. :) We ended up in Trenton and Clifton, even all the way up to Swan Lake and Downey! So crazy! Some towns didn't have a sign, but we tried to take a picture to remember the town by. All-in-all we spent over three hours driving around. I can't wait to do it again!
Right now my day consists of me subbing somewhere in Cache Valley. I'll sub K-12 and let me tell you, some of those kids are crazy! I always learn something. I'm definitely learning where my boundaries are and how I want to handle my own classroom. It's a pretty relaxing job. More than half the time I get paid to read a book. I usually end up finishing a book a day. It's great! This week I have been subbing for a 7th grade science class, but they already have a student teacher so I really don't have to do ANYTHING. It's actually kind of nice. I don't feel too unproductive cause I am making money. Today I found myself longing for my own classroom though. Hopefully that happens soon. :)
Well, that's my life for the moment. I have made a goal to post something weekly so it won't be so long inbetween posts again. Later!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
First Times
I love doing something for the first time. There is something amazing about trying something new. You gain a new memory, a new experience.
So I realize I have lived in Logan for almost five years. At Utah State University there are several traditions that the students love to do. We have "True Aggie Night" where you kiss on the "A" by Old Main. You can become an "Ultimate Aggie" by riding the bull in front of the Spectrum naked. Of course you have the sporting events along with our awesome fans. Then there is sledding down Old Main Hill. The hill is pretty steep with trees dotting the hill. There are always several injuries every year; anything from cuts, to broken bones, and even a few deaths. Yikes! Whenever there is snow you can always find people on the hill. However, I had never sled down Old Main Hill until last Saturday. (I know, it's pretty sad, but now I can say I've done it.)
The experience was incredible. We hiked up the hill in our snow gear then I watched Dan sled down the hill. He seemed to zip down the hill, almost reaching the road then throwing his hands up in the air to give a loud whoop! I nervously looked at Chris. He told me to get going. I sat down in the faded red sled, anticipating my descent. I tilted forward, tucked my legs onto the sled, then pushed off. I was racing down the hill. The wind and snow stung my face. I hit a little jump which sent my sled spinning. For a second I was frantic. I tried to steer, but I really didn't know how. After going in circles a couple of times I just let myself coast the rest of the way, going backwards. I didn't make it nearly as far as Dan, but I was beaming. My cheeks felt warm inspite of the cold and adrenaline bubbled inside me. We kept sledding. Most of the time I went down in circles, not really straight. I almost ran into a tree as I was headed down backwards. One time I was doing really well, at least I was going forward. I went over a big jump - I got enough air to lift me out of the sled - but when I came down I landed hard on my tailbone. I groaned and quickly bailed. I sent myself rolling then I lay in the snow, completely sprawled out. After a few moments I staggered to my feet, a little sore.
The rest of the trip was a lot of fun. Our last run Dan and I went down together. This time I was in front. We actually went straight! At this point the snow had picked up again. Tiny snowflakes pelted my face as we raced downwards. I couldn't hardly open my eyes! We managed to make it all the way to the road. Snowflakes still clung to my eyelashes and my face was wet. We laughed. It was an incredible time. I managed to not injure myself too bad. Haha.
Now I have one thing checked off my list of things to do, but I still need some more ideas. Does anyone know of any good winter activities or things you have to do at USU?
So I realize I have lived in Logan for almost five years. At Utah State University there are several traditions that the students love to do. We have "True Aggie Night" where you kiss on the "A" by Old Main. You can become an "Ultimate Aggie" by riding the bull in front of the Spectrum naked. Of course you have the sporting events along with our awesome fans. Then there is sledding down Old Main Hill. The hill is pretty steep with trees dotting the hill. There are always several injuries every year; anything from cuts, to broken bones, and even a few deaths. Yikes! Whenever there is snow you can always find people on the hill. However, I had never sled down Old Main Hill until last Saturday. (I know, it's pretty sad, but now I can say I've done it.)
The experience was incredible. We hiked up the hill in our snow gear then I watched Dan sled down the hill. He seemed to zip down the hill, almost reaching the road then throwing his hands up in the air to give a loud whoop! I nervously looked at Chris. He told me to get going. I sat down in the faded red sled, anticipating my descent. I tilted forward, tucked my legs onto the sled, then pushed off. I was racing down the hill. The wind and snow stung my face. I hit a little jump which sent my sled spinning. For a second I was frantic. I tried to steer, but I really didn't know how. After going in circles a couple of times I just let myself coast the rest of the way, going backwards. I didn't make it nearly as far as Dan, but I was beaming. My cheeks felt warm inspite of the cold and adrenaline bubbled inside me. We kept sledding. Most of the time I went down in circles, not really straight. I almost ran into a tree as I was headed down backwards. One time I was doing really well, at least I was going forward. I went over a big jump - I got enough air to lift me out of the sled - but when I came down I landed hard on my tailbone. I groaned and quickly bailed. I sent myself rolling then I lay in the snow, completely sprawled out. After a few moments I staggered to my feet, a little sore.
The rest of the trip was a lot of fun. Our last run Dan and I went down together. This time I was in front. We actually went straight! At this point the snow had picked up again. Tiny snowflakes pelted my face as we raced downwards. I couldn't hardly open my eyes! We managed to make it all the way to the road. Snowflakes still clung to my eyelashes and my face was wet. We laughed. It was an incredible time. I managed to not injure myself too bad. Haha.
Now I have one thing checked off my list of things to do, but I still need some more ideas. Does anyone know of any good winter activities or things you have to do at USU?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Growing Up
Have you ever looked back on your life and realized how fast everything has gone? When you are little you can't wait to be a teenager. When you are in high school you want out. College is stressful and fun, but expensive so you just want to graduate and get a job to make some money. Then you get a full time job and realize you just wish you could play all the time. (At least that's what I've heard.) Everything has hit me full force this week. I graduated last Saturday at it was amazing. I felt so good. The experience felt so surreal until I stepped onto the floor of the Spectrum. That's when all of the emotions hit me. I was finally graduating. I was done... Then I looked around and saw my family waving excitedly at me. The experience was overwhelming. I was so happy and relieved and sad, all at once. I choked up a little, but I refused to actually cry. (I don't like crying in front of people.) The ceremony was awesome. Our speakers talked about memories at Utah State and remembering the good times because someday we would miss our times there. So true. I wish I could remember all of the dumb stuff that I've done. True Aggie Night, playing on the Quad, making-out in random buildings...Haha! There are things I never got to do like sled down Old Main Hill. I still have the rest of the year to do everything I want to. I can't believe how fast everything has gone. I'm done. It's a really weird feeling.
If graduating wasn't crazy enough I jumped right into a job. It's nothing permanent yet. I'm teaching at Skyview High. I'm filling in for their band director who is resigning due to a high risk pregnancy. Man, it has been a crazy week. I had a concert last night and we have pep band tomorrow night. Talk about getting thrown into the fire. You want to know what I miss the most? Having someone to talk to all the time. At Logan High Dan was always there for me. I really miss our conversations. I miss the kids back at Logan, although the kids at Skyview are great and I know they appreciate having me there. I didn't realize how spoiled I was at Logan High. Dan has everything that I want. The equipment, the resources, the knowledge, an amazing music library. You name it and Dan's got it. :) It is really nice to be so close. I still talk to Dan all the time. (Like every day.) It's really different to be grown up, to have to face the world at full force. Teaching is the easiest part of my day. Everything else is the hard part. I'm learning a lot and I'm really glad the week is almost over. I need some time to get my feet back under me. I know I'm getting attached though. Today I couldn't even imagine leaving Skyview and not coming back. It'll take time, but it is my program now.
It's time to grow up.
If graduating wasn't crazy enough I jumped right into a job. It's nothing permanent yet. I'm teaching at Skyview High. I'm filling in for their band director who is resigning due to a high risk pregnancy. Man, it has been a crazy week. I had a concert last night and we have pep band tomorrow night. Talk about getting thrown into the fire. You want to know what I miss the most? Having someone to talk to all the time. At Logan High Dan was always there for me. I really miss our conversations. I miss the kids back at Logan, although the kids at Skyview are great and I know they appreciate having me there. I didn't realize how spoiled I was at Logan High. Dan has everything that I want. The equipment, the resources, the knowledge, an amazing music library. You name it and Dan's got it. :) It is really nice to be so close. I still talk to Dan all the time. (Like every day.) It's really different to be grown up, to have to face the world at full force. Teaching is the easiest part of my day. Everything else is the hard part. I'm learning a lot and I'm really glad the week is almost over. I need some time to get my feet back under me. I know I'm getting attached though. Today I couldn't even imagine leaving Skyview and not coming back. It'll take time, but it is my program now.
It's time to grow up.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
My Thoroughbred
Now I have been riding for a full five weeks. I love every minute I get to spend with the horses. There is something entirely relaxing when I am around them. I know it may sound crazy, but they have taught me so much. This is the happiest I have been in a long time. I don't feel lonely anymore and I have so much confidence! I have always been a perfectionist and usually I take a lot of things personally when they aren't intended to be at all. However, I now know imperfections are not a bad thing. I understand myself more fully and I accept me for who I am.
Now, I think it is time to introduce my horse, Tulsa:
Although I do not own her I love her as if she was my own horse. She is a purebred Thoroughbred and such a sweetheart! She is 21 years old. Unfortunately she has not grown a close bond with anyone. A girl in 4-H bought her when she was young, but Tulsa made riding so easy and this girl wanted a horse with more problems. Now I am working on building up her trust. At first I was just another person but now she comes to me when I bring her grain. She knows who I am. I like to lean up against her when I bring her grain. Her chestnut coat is so warm and soft...She is always there for me and I love her so much.
This week I have started cantering and boy does Tulsa like to run! She is a Thoroughbred though. I can't help but laugh when we canter. Her ears perk up and she lifts her head and chest to pick up her stride. I think we would both run all day if we could. Haha! Also this week I started to jump. It was during my lessons and I was riding Smokey. There is a lot more to jumping than I originally thought, although I know if I was on Tulsa she would make jumping feel so easy. It really sucks that the weather is turning off cold. I am learning so much and most of our riding will be put on hold once it gets cold. I am going to ride as much as I can this winter, but I know I will go through withdrawals. Right now I need to figure out a way to stay in the valley. I would miss Tulsa too much if I left. :)
That's the update on life!
Now, I think it is time to introduce my horse, Tulsa:
Although I do not own her I love her as if she was my own horse. She is a purebred Thoroughbred and such a sweetheart! She is 21 years old. Unfortunately she has not grown a close bond with anyone. A girl in 4-H bought her when she was young, but Tulsa made riding so easy and this girl wanted a horse with more problems. Now I am working on building up her trust. At first I was just another person but now she comes to me when I bring her grain. She knows who I am. I like to lean up against her when I bring her grain. Her chestnut coat is so warm and soft...She is always there for me and I love her so much.
This week I have started cantering and boy does Tulsa like to run! She is a Thoroughbred though. I can't help but laugh when we canter. Her ears perk up and she lifts her head and chest to pick up her stride. I think we would both run all day if we could. Haha! Also this week I started to jump. It was during my lessons and I was riding Smokey. There is a lot more to jumping than I originally thought, although I know if I was on Tulsa she would make jumping feel so easy. It really sucks that the weather is turning off cold. I am learning so much and most of our riding will be put on hold once it gets cold. I am going to ride as much as I can this winter, but I know I will go through withdrawals. Right now I need to figure out a way to stay in the valley. I would miss Tulsa too much if I left. :)
That's the update on life!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Update On Life
Sorry it has been so long since I have posted anything! Life has been pretty busy, but I am really enjoying things. Right now I am student teaching at Logan High. I am teaching two classes - Symphonic Band and Intermediate Percussion - while I help out with Wind Band, Advanced Percussion, and Jazz Band. Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays we go to the Mount Logan Middle School and help with sectionals. Teaching has been great. It's everything I have been working for. My cooperating teacher, Dan Stowell, is great. He is a pretty easy-going guy who will listen to what I have to say. He's always laughing or making-fun of me in some way, but he has really gotten me to loosen up. He's just the medicine I need.
As of last week I have become involved with horses. Linda - Dan's wife - loves to ride. After we went to the Lipizzaner show I really, really wanted to take riding lessons. We talked it over and agreed that if I helped with 4-H she would cut down the cost of lessons. I eagerly agreed. Last Monday was my first lesson. Even though I have ridden Western before English is very different. We started with the basics. I learned about the saddle and how to mount. Linda lunged me in a circle while we practiced balancing and how to hold myself. The feeling was amazing! Linda said I was a natural and I would just fly through the basics. I hope so! We did some trotting. I learned how to post, about diagonals, and how to change diagonals. I left the lesson feeling so elated! Now I have been helping with 4-H and I love every minute I spend with the horses and the girls. On Friday Dan made us dinner while we discussed Portfolios. As we were sitting around the table I took a few seconds just to watch everyone. At that moment I realized I was where I needed to be. They all felt like my own family away from home. Working with horses is exactly what I needed in my life. I can't wait until lessons tomorrow, but it should go by fast. :)
As of last week I have become involved with horses. Linda - Dan's wife - loves to ride. After we went to the Lipizzaner show I really, really wanted to take riding lessons. We talked it over and agreed that if I helped with 4-H she would cut down the cost of lessons. I eagerly agreed. Last Monday was my first lesson. Even though I have ridden Western before English is very different. We started with the basics. I learned about the saddle and how to mount. Linda lunged me in a circle while we practiced balancing and how to hold myself. The feeling was amazing! Linda said I was a natural and I would just fly through the basics. I hope so! We did some trotting. I learned how to post, about diagonals, and how to change diagonals. I left the lesson feeling so elated! Now I have been helping with 4-H and I love every minute I spend with the horses and the girls. On Friday Dan made us dinner while we discussed Portfolios. As we were sitting around the table I took a few seconds just to watch everyone. At that moment I realized I was where I needed to be. They all felt like my own family away from home. Working with horses is exactly what I needed in my life. I can't wait until lessons tomorrow, but it should go by fast. :)
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