I moved last Monday and I haven't setup Internet in my new apartment, so I'm using the blogger app and it has limited formatting capability so all the pictures have to go at the end. The reason I'm telling you this is so that you don't assume I have become lazy or that I don't appreciate detail in the way a good blog post looks.
A couple exciting things: I now have my own bathroom (and my own closet, bedroom, and bed while I'm on the subject) and I ran in a big race Friday and Saturday. I think this race was the hardest I've ever done. Probably tougher than the handful of trail runs I followed the Jeffs on. I guess that wouldn't mean anything to you unless you went on the run, but whatever.
I was getting mentally prepared for my runs and the first one was a big boy. Then when I got to the race, I hear chatter about how it's the hardest leg on the course. My teammates joked after I finished that I proved myself tough enough, and I was now officially a man. And I got a belt buckle when I finished the leg. I ran 3 legs for a grand total of 19.4 miles. I feel like I was pretty well prepared for the race, so I think I performed better than I did in the Vegas Ragnar.
I also made new friends! Everyone in the van was married so I was a little nervous the married couple and other married man wouldn't talk to me for fear of flirting, but I was wrong. They were tons of fun. We all yelled when we saw BYU logos on other cars and shirts, and followed the football score on ksl.com on Friday night. We got real close because we're stuck in a van for 24+ hours, stinking, sweating, using port-a-potties, sleeping in weird places, and running our hearts out. It was super fun, and I can't walk now.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
A Campaign Of Sorts
I would like to formally invite my adorable and stubborn sister in law to dress her children as follows for the upcoming spooky festivities. And if she decides not to, there is always next year for the rest of their lives. I suggest doing it as soon as possible though, because we'd hate for kids to tease them about sibling crushes/raging hormones. I think we all know how THAT feels... Well I do at least.
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