Today.

It's today, you guys.  Mariah is on a plane home as I type this.  In 13 hours, she will be here in Utah.  And I- am losing my mind.  Which isn't saying too much right now because I've come down with quite the cold, so my brain is a little foggy and I can't breathe through my nose.  So last night when Landon was like, "Are you so excited that Mariah is coming home tomorrow?"  And I was able to wheeze, "I'm so exciiiitteeeddd..."  And he was like, "That's like, the least excited I've seen you for the last few months."  Basically, this is a perfect description of our exchange:
But, I'm up and at 'em (kind of) this morning.  I made it into work and I'm just trying to will myself to get better before 8:20 tonight.  If it means taking all of the cold medicine I can find, then so be it.  Because I'll be doing cartwheels tonight regardless.

Santa Shreds

Ah, you guys.  This snow is a dream.  A dream, I tell you!! I did have to go to work today.  The roads, though still a total mess, were actually drivable.  I was greeted by two feet of the stuff at the front door and I wasn't and am still not even mad as I watch it gently fall outside my window.  Yesterday was so great, I'm in a permanent good mood.  Nothing is better than hitting the resort first thing after a big storm.
Especially on a Monday when the majority of the crowds has to go to work.  There were still a lot of people there, but nothing like the masses that show up on a Saturday.  So I stayed until my legs couldn't make another carve and I had to hobble back to my truck.  I actually ended up following what I'm guessing was the real Santa Claus down the mountain.  If any of you were wondering, Santa is a snowboarder, and he totally shreds.
It was such a nice addition to my busy weekend.  We had our company Christmas party in the hospitality suite at the Jazz game.  The food was delicious, and the alcohol was free flowing.  Especially after the game when everyone was trying a cocktail of Crown and Tabasco sauce.  The very smell of it made me want to throw up. But I enjoyed watching everyone else knock it back.  I got up early to go running Saturday morning so I could come back home and freeze Landon out of bed with my icicle legs so we could go boarding.  The conditions were not nearly as good as yesterday.  They don't have a lot of lifts or runs open and there are so many people there on the weekends that we only stayed a couple hours.  Plus, it was FREEZING.  We went home with every intention to clean house, but ended up ordering pizza and watching Netflix all afternoon.  And we don't regret a second of it, because the cleaning got done after Landon's family Christmas party on Sunday.  I actually had to work on Sunday because somehow we landed a paving job in the middle of the December at the airport and they were trying to get it finished before this storm hit.  We still have like, 700 tons left to pave, but it's going to take awhile to get all that snow pushed aside to finish it. But we had an incredible lunch at my in-law's.  After years of complaining, Landon and Skyler finally got their way and their mom didn't bake a ham, but instead made a ton of ribs.  I gotta say,  I'd far prefer the ribs as well.  After we all had food babies, we climbed in our vehicles and drove to Midway for family photos.  And I'm in love with them.  So here, enjoy the pictures I'm thrusting upon you against your will.


Those are just a few of the literal hundreds we took.  I am obsessed with Josh in a sweater and I'm obsessed with my little niece.  I'm not one for babies because they kind of terrify me, but boy do I adore that little thing.  And how she had to shock the pants off me when she was looking all around Sunny's house on Sunday calling, "Josh? Josh? Josh?"  Because she loves him.  And he loves her.  And oh my gosh, Abby knows Josh's name and I almost cried.  

Oh! And we simply cannot forget the furriest one of them all.  The one who mowed Kenyon down in attempt to get a stick he was holding because apparently it was the most important stick in the world.
He is the sweetest, cuddliest, most handsome bull in a china shop you ever met.  And I love him.

I'm That Person

You guys.... Something happened last night between 11:00 PM and 5:34 AM when I got up this morning...

Yep.  I'm being that person who is posting about snow.  And everyone is all, "Why is everyone so surprised? It snows in the winter."  Except last winter it DIDN'T, okay?  Remember?  It was 70 degrees in February?!  So getting 10 inches of snow in a matter of 6 or so hours is a BIG DEAL to this girl. Especially when this girl got a snow day from work because the roads were too treacherous and there in no way anyone wants asphalt on a day like this.  So this girl is bundled up and headed to Park City for an epic day of snowboarding, because who doesn't love a little powder for breakfast?

To-Do Lists and Painful Goodbyes

Ahhh, it's Friday.  The best day of the work week.  The day where we're like, "Just need to get through today, and then I'm going to party the whole weekend through!"  And then we get home and turn on Netflix and accidentally fall asleep by 6:30.  Just me? Okay.  And I actually have to work on Sunday, so I only get half of a weekend.  But that's fine.  Overtime is my friend and working on the weekend at my job (at least right now in the off season) is hardly work at all.

But I'm looking back on this week as a fairly productive one.  I've had a to-do list a mile long and I have actually completed at least half of it.  I need to complete the other half before Mariah gets home- IN SIX DAYS.  That list includes:

-unpacking my clothes from Thanksgiving weekend
-putting away a months worth of folded laundry
-snowboarding
-going running REALLY early tomorrow so I can spend more time snowboarding
-organizing my guest bedroom
-making a "Welcome Home" poster
-finding an outfit for family pictures

And I think that is about it.  I can check off most of those today and tomorrow.  Probably more tomorrow since tonight we are going to a Jazz game with my work.  It's in the suites where they feed you delicious food all night and you get to look down on the rest of the peasants from up high in cushy seats.  I've been looking forward to it all week.  Especially because I've been eating so healthy is preparation for my cheat meal.  I even stayed away from a Christmas party last night because I didn't want to waste a cheat meal on that.  Instead, I went for a run in gale-force winds and thawed my extremities in the hot tub afterward.  I also had to do my phone call with my health coach while in the hot tub, which made the call very echo-y and when I told Thomas (my health coach) that was why, he laughed a lot harder than I was anticipating.

I've been doing these health coaching sessions because they are a free service provided by my work.  I was really doing it because if you participate, you earn points for every convo and can be entered in a raffle at the end of the year.  You only had to do four calls, but I've continued with it because I have enjoyed the accountability and praise I get from old Tom Tom. JK, I don't call him Tom Tom.  And I don't think he is old.  But last night he told me he was being transferred to a different department and wouldn't be coaching for Granite anymore and I was legitimately sad about it.  I mean, we've only talked like six times, and each call is literally about ten minutes long, so we're really just a couple a strangers, I don't know what I'm so sad about.  It's just- he's taught me so many things.  He taught me that telling a stranger how much you weigh on a bi-weekly basis isn't so painful after the 4th or 5th time.  He's the one who made me try quinoa and I love it now!  And....he hasn't really taught me much more than that...I already knew everything else, but it was nice to have him check up on me.  I'll be sad to say goodbye.  I think- maybe I will call him Tom Tom next time.  See what he does.

Anyways.  You guys have a good weekend.  I'm sure I'll be back on Monday with SO MANY pictures.  Because that's how I do.

PEACE.

Nitro World Games

This is one of those I-have-the-best-husband-ever posts.  Just so you know. BUT IT'S BECAUSE I DO, OKAY?!  So you guys know I'm into the extreme sports, and that Travis Pastrana is my hero and I (insta)stalk him and his wife and two little girls on the daily. Well, yesterday he announced on Instagram that they were going to be holding the first Nitro World Games right here in Salt Lake City next July. The reason being was that Nitro Circus was started here in Salt Lake and they kind of wanted to commemorate that by holding the first games here.  Listen, I've been obsessed with Nitro Circus since they started back in 2006.  The whole production and Travis himself are a couple of the main reasons I took so hard to dirt biking.  They were here in Salt Lake doing the Nitro Circus World Tour a couple weeks ago, but due to schedule conflicts I wasn't able to make it.  And I whined about it for weeks.  But yesterday when I saw the first Nitro World Games were headed our way (on my birthday weekend!!) I had to tag Landon in the comments immediately.

My comment was said somewhat jokingly, but I did have every intention of attaining them at some point in the next seven months, but not 15 minutes later I got that text from Landon and I screamed and screamed all by myself in my bedroom.  And may or may not have jumped on the bed a little, resulting in a painful bruise from the corner of the bed frame.  IT WAS WORTH IT. Because the tickets are in the VIP section and we even get to tour the track and things before the show.

So, yeah.  He is the best.

And I'm gonna need July 16th to be like, tomorrow.

Josh

I don't know if I ever really talked about how we got my little dog, Joshua.  I know I've put pictures of him on this blog a couple times, but I never told the story.  So I think I will tell you now.  Because it's my blog and also because I don't feel like telling you about how I worked out and cleaned more of my house yesterday. BO-RING.

It was about midway through October last year,  we were up in Layton with my family and John's family was in town visiting.  We were busy the whole weekend, but amidst all of our activities we needed to stop at Petsmart to get my family dog, Tukae, some dog food really fast.  It turned out to be Adoption Day at the location we were at and while my mom was inside buying dog food, the rest of us were browsing the animals that lined the side walk.  Some were on leashes, some were in kennels. The cutest ones were in the arms of the squealing children with parents taking a million iPhone pictures.  We walked all the way to the end, smiling and petting all of them,  and reading their bios.  At the very end of the line, I saw Josh.  He was in a kennel looking very lost and afraid and there were no admiring children or to be found sticking there fingers through the wires or asking to pet him. The lady next to him was fussing over some paper work, and I had to ask her to tell me his story.  She glanced back at him and said, "Oh! This is Joshua!  He is a purebred Pekingese, he is about six years old, we think.  He is house trained and great with people."  I asked how he ended up in foster care and she told me he belonged to an old lady who had two dogs who had to be put in a nursing home and was only able to take one dog with her.  I looked at Josh and my heart shattered into a million pieces.  You could tell he had been well taken care of.  You could tell he had had a good home.  And I began to understand why his lost eyes were searching the crowd.  He missed his family.  He missed his home.  And now he was being passed around foster families and being kept in kennels until someone would consider taking him home.  Turns out I was that someone.  I knew Josh needed to come home with Landon and me and be a part of our family.  I asked her if I could pet him and she enthusiastically told me I could hold him and walk him around too. (it's fine.  I'm crying right now.)

I called Landon over to come look at him.  He laughed at his buggy eyes and squished nose and almost turned away before I caught his arm and said, "We are getting this dog."  He turned back to look at Josh and then looked at me and asked if I was serious.  I told him I was.  I turned to the lady and said, "We can't take him today because we are staying with family.  But can I get your information and I will come get him later this week?"  Her eyes were so happy as she scribbled her phone number down on a card and told me we were going to love him.

Three days later, Landon and I were driving to Ogden to get him.  My grandma had given us a couple hundred dollars when we moved into our house and told us to spend it on something for the house and it would be her house warming gift to us.  When I called to tell her we spent the money on a small dog that had the same name as her youngest child, she laughed and laughed.  We pulled up in front of this shady-looking thrift shop tucked behind a Burger King and I double-checked the address to make sure we had ended up at the right place.  We walked through the glass doors to find what I assumed would be the next episode of Hoarders.  There was so much junk crammed into this little store that there were trails made through it.  We followed the maze up to the cash register where I found the lady we had talked to at Petsmart.  She lit up and told us she would be right back with Josh.  She weaved through the pathways to a door in the back where she brought Josh out on a red leash and a red bandanna tied around his neck.  We paid the fees and she told us, "If for any reason he doesn't end up working out- whether is be now or years down the road, please bring him back to us.  Don't take him to the pound or the Humane Society."  We promised we would if it ever came to that, but we didn't think it would and we walked him out the doors.

It's been just over a year now that he has been with us.  And I feel like it's only been the last two or three months that he has finally understood that we are his family and that he won't be passed off again.  I don't know how long he had been in foster care, but it definitely took a lot longer than I would have expected for him to really warm up to us.  The journey has been worth it though.  And I feel like we've really accomplished something by earning his love and trust.  For months and months he wouldn't even sit on the couch with us.  He had his little bed on the floor that he would stay in and we could get on the ground to pet him, but he wasn't into snuggling.  I thought about that as I was trying to foam roll my quads yesterday and he was trying to hard so get me to pet him by sticking his head under my arm and getting up in my face.  It made me laugh and I picked him up and hugged him.  And now he makes his place on the couch right in between us.

He definitely is a quirky little animal.  He doesn't like a lot of human food like most dogs.  If we drop something on the floor while cooking, often times he will smell it and walk away.  He sit like a cat where his legs are underneath him and it looks like he doesn't have legs.  He LOVES to be outside. When we take him outside to go potty, he doesn't just go once, he has to pee just a little bit on every tree we walk past.  He doesn't beg, but he will sit up on his hind legs and stare you down.  He is amazing with kids big and small.  My niece Abby loves him, while she is still weary of Shadow.  And even though most people make fun of how he looks, whenever they meet him they absolutely fall in love with his sweet, calm nature.

He really is the perfect dog for Landon and me in our little home.  I'm so glad our paths crossed so we could make him a part of our family.

Tuesday Transformations

I don't know when it happened, how it happened, why it happened, but-

I've changed.

There was a period in my life where after work I would come home, change into my sweats, turn on the TV, go elbow deep in a bag of Cheetos Puffs and just unwind for the rest of the evening.  I thought about that as I was sitting in my truck, staring at my front door yesterday after I got home.  I then thought about the things I was about to do when I walked inside.  I need to walk the dog, work out, do the dishes piling up in the sink, add to my list of reasons why I should get my Christmas decorations out, clean out my closet, vacuum every room in the house.  Going to the hot tub also sounds pretty great.  And as I sat there for close to ten minutes before I got the will to open my truck door and walk towards my to-do list, I sat there and had a moment of silence for the Cheetos Puffs.

I had it all planned out.  If I completed at least a few of those tasks I would reward myself with the other half of my salad I had for lunch.  [My salad.]  Not a bag of Cheetos Puffs.  Not six hours of YouTube.  I would get my salad and a soak in the hot tub.  And I was excited about it.  Enough to the point that I walked the dog.  I did a leg-numbing work out.  I washed the weekend's worth of dishes I've been avoiding eye contact with.  I looked at the door to the attic and added more reasons why it's time to put up Christmas decorations.  But after my leg work out, climbing a ladder was out of the question.  So I pounded a protein shake, which in my opinion is the worst part of exercise, put on my swim suit, and trudged through the sprinkling rain and melting snow to the clubhouse hot tub for a twenty minute soak.  And once I got feeling back in my jello legs, I went home and immensely enjoyed the other half of my Greek salad.

That sounds like a responsible adult.

If you told 2009 Whitney about me she'd laugh and be like, "No way, dudette."  Because I used the word "dudette" probably a lot more than I should have.  Actually, I still do....

Maybe I haven't changed as much as I thought.

What I Did This Weekend

Ahhh, the weekend updates.  How I've missed these.  You guys, I love that I have the itch to blog again.  I don't know why it left me last year, but I'm glad it's back.  I listen to Hank and John Green's podcast, Dear Hank and John, and someone asked about how they could help inspire their husband to write more because he was such a great writer but never did anything.  And they told her that it wasn't something you could force.  It was something he needed to want to do and the lightbulb clicked.  It wasn't long after I heard that that I've been wanting to blog again.  And here I am.  Not forcing myself, just finding myself at my keyboard ready to type.  Feels good.

ANYWAY.  Back to the weekend update, because I know you're all DYING to know.  It was a great weekend.  Friday, I came home with a list a million miles long of things I needed to get done.  Our house is a disaster, I needed to work out, we're a solid week into December and I have wilting gourds and Thanksgiving decorations still up, I need to break out the Christmas decorations before I miss it.  Even with all of that to do, I walked through the door on Friday, put on my pajamas and vegged out for the entirety of the night.  It felt like the right thing to do after a long week and I knew I had to work on Sunday so in essence I was just rearranging my veg time.

I made up for it by waking up at 7 am on Saturday to do my workout I missed before I dragged Landon out of bed to go snowboarding.  And by "dragged" I mean I made him breakfast in bed, snuggled with him, scratched his back and finally got him out of bed by 10 o'clock.  We made it to the Canyons around 11 and boarded for a couple hours.  It was a gorgeous, blue bird day, which in theory is desirable, but right now Utah is desperate for some snow storms.  According to the forecast, we might just get lucky this week. #PRAYFORUTAH  Again, they only had a couple lifts going, but the crowds weren't unbearable like a couple weeks before and we got about six runs in.

Once we left, Landon told me that we were going to Orem that afternoon to buy me some new running shoes.  He told me the reason my feet were hurting was because I had run my shoes to death and if I was serious about training for this half marathon coming up that I needed to quit being stingy and go get some new ones.  I've had $300 of birthday money I've been saving since July and it has been burning a hole in Landon's pocket the entire time and he finally found something he could talk me into spending some of it on.  I read an article about how to tell if you needed new running shoes and I knew some of the symptoms, one being the number of miles you put on them (you should retire them if you've put 300-500 miles on them) among other tell tale signs.  I had an idea in my head of how many miles I've ran in these shoes, but I decided to pull up my running app and check how many miles I've logged n that in the last year.  Are you ready for this? 695.9 miles. In the last 11 months.  And that doesn't include any of the miles I did on a treadmill because that app tracks based on GPS.  So in all reality, I'm probably close to 800 miles.  I was like, "Yeah. Okay.  Let's go get me some new shoes."  I got some Asics that are amazing.  I woke up early so I could bust out a few miles before work and it's insane the difference it makes.  My poor Sauconys had been run to death.  And I was wondering why my heels were starting to hurt again.  Sheesh.

I had to work a half day yesterday and then we drove up to Layton to see my cousin get awarded his Eagle badge in the Boy Scouts.  That was a really cool presentation and I am blown away at how grown up my little cousins are getting.  Does that mean I am grown up?? Impossible.

But yeah.  That was my weekend.  It definitely felt busier than it sounds.  This weekend is gonna be a killer too, but after that?  After that Mariah comes home and I've cleared my entire schedule to be with her and do whatever the heck she wants to do. Dah! I can't wait.

Spring Cleaning in My Brain

I've finally gotten the bug back this week and felt the need to blog.  But today, I've got jumbled thoughts in my head that don't really amount to a solid topic.  So, I'm going to do what we all do best and just throw it all up in a post and just make space in this brain of mine.

Here we go.

I'm almost positive that the attendants at the gas station I go to every morning haven't charged me for my refill of Diet Dr. Pepper for the last few weeks.  I mean, I fill the cup all the way to the top with ice first, so I'm really not even getting that much pop, but I still don't mind paying the dollar for it.  But, I've noticed more times that one that they only charge me for the muffins I get.  We're pretty good buddies since I go in most mornings, and even last week I had my drink and muffins at the checkout counter, but they were outside on a smoke break and the dude poked his head in the door and said, "I got you today! Have a good Thanksgiving!"  I mean- how nice is that?!  I love them.

I finally went to get my wedding ring sized the other day.  I've basically been holding it on my hand with my middle and pinky finger for the last year and a half after losing so much weight.  But for some reason, driving 8 miles down the road from my work seemed like too much of a hassle and I'd rather risk losing my diamond than taking 30 minutes out of my day and going down there.  But the other morning, I was inspecting the ring and saw all the crap in the nooks and crannies and realized the white gold was fading and probably needed to be re-dipped and it was probably best to stop tempting fate and get it sized to fit my finger again.  So I went in, got resized from a 5 3/4 down to a 4! The chick was shocked and said, "I can't believe it hasn't flown off your hand!"  And I said, "Oh. It has.  Many times."  But now, it's so tiny that it struggles getting over my knuckle even though it fits like a dream on my finger.  I get a twinge of claustrophobia when I try to take it off and it puts up such a fight.

Which brings me to the question of: Do any of you get jewelry induced claustrophobia?  Because I can be in a crowded room and have people all around me and that doesn't bother me.  Really, the only tight spaces that bother me are caves, and only when I feel like I wouldn't be able to turn around.  Other than that? I'm fine.  But when I can't get a necklace or bracelet clasp undone or a ring is stuck on my finger, I legit start panicking.  Like, let's break out the jaws of life STAT! Who's with me on this? Anyone?

Last night I put tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella and basil on sliced eggplant (inserts eggplant and smirking emoji) and tried to pretend it was the same as the buffalo chicken pizza Landon was eating right next to me.  It wasn't.  It was good.  But it wasn't pizza.  I'll be having it for lunch today with the quinoa(!) dish I made the other night.  I think it will all taste a lot better when there isn't some right beside me eating carbs on carbs.

Speaking of quinoa, I've been avoiding it since I started losing weight even though I knew it was really healthy because it looks like fish eggs and I was sure I wasn't going to like it.  Despite everyone I knew who ate it telling me it was actually really good.  But I finally bit the bullet the other night and cooked some up with some mushrooms, spinach, garlic and green onions.  And guess what.  It was delicious. Cheers to me trying new things.

Josh got a haircut last night.  Josh my dog.  You remember him.  He is a pekingese and sheds like no other.  Like, the vacuum is constantly out and I had lint rollers in ever room so I just wanted to get him shaved.  But the lady talked me out of it because his beautiful coat he has right now would apparently never grow back.  She told me she would do all this stuff to treat the shedding and if I still was unhappy she would shave him.  He looked so handsome when she was done and I was glad she talked me out of it.  AND I got him a sweater and I think that will hold some fur in place too.  Also, this sweater has a hood that I love and he is unsure of.  It's great.


ughh. I love that animal.

And Then There Were Two Weeks Left

So do you want to hear something that will blow your minds?  My little sister, Mariah, is going to be home in two weeks from today. TWO WEEKS, PEOPLE.  And don't even start to tell me how fast the last 18 months have gone by and that it feels like she just left.  Because they didn't. And it doesn't.  Not to me, anyway.

what it feels like is:

-5,707 miles
-532 days
-509 emails
-a handful of letters
-2 skype calls

Trust me, I am so beyond proud of her and her service.  My Mondays revolve around her emails and she is constantly on my mind throughout the week.  I think she has done incredible things and I'm happy for the change she is making in the world, but I CANNOT wait to get that little meep back home.  I just can't.  I'm going to melt into a puddle of emotion at the airport, and assuming I can mold myself back into a human I may never let her out of my arms.

Now, someone distract me for the next two weeks so it will fly by.

Thanksgiving in Island Park

So, Thanksgiving. That happened.  Ate so much food that the teensiest bit of abs that were starting to show on my stomach are long gone.  I haven't shaved my legs in a month.  It didn't start as a solidarity to No Shave November, but ended up being a happy coincidence I just ran with it.  But two days into December and I've yet to put a razor to them.  Landon just loves it *sarcasm font* and refers to my legs as Spee-ider and Arachnis Deathicus.  How's that for a pet name?

But Thanksgiving was good. We (Landon's family and I) went up to Island Park in Idaho. I know.  I hadn't heard of it either.  Really, I 've found the only humans who know where that is are the people who have been there.  It's nestled up in the mountains about 30 minutes outside of West Yellowstone and it is seriously breath taking up there.  One because the scenery is beautiful, and two because it is so. freaking. cold.  But it only snowed the night that we drove up there and it was blue bird the rest of the time we were there.





I snapped these photos on my phone while I was out running. (That's right. I am training for another half, so I have to run during holidays.  And my abs STILL disappeared.)  The first one I was trusting a frozen lake probably more than I should have and the second was in the yard of a different cabin that had humans inside and I tried to be so sneaky about sliding through their property to take pictures of their firewood.  Let's be honest though, I'm not graceful and the snow hadn't been shoveled.  I'm sure they noticed the 6'0 human-Bambi-on-ice in their front yard.

We stayed in this cozy cabin complete with an (electric) wood burning stove and a hot tub on the deck.  So despite it literally being 3 degrees outside, we were all kinds of toasty the whole week through.  (Don't worry. I kept my spee-ider legs to myself in the hot tub.)


We only left the cabin once to go watch Kenyon in a cross country ski race in West on Friday.  Other than that we only ventured off the property to go for runs (worst idea in those temps) and little walks to get pictures of the cutest little meep (my niece, Abby) you ever did see:
heart eyes emoji for daysssss
To keep ourselves busy in the cabin we played pool, foosball, cards, ate all of the food and watched football and all six Stars Wars over the course of four days.  It was so relaxing and harder than we thought it would be to pack up and peace out that Sunday.  Though, I can't say that I think Landon was heartbroken that I wasn't going to make him take his coat off for pictures and hold snow in his bare hands anymore.
He is so sweet to play along with all my stupid ideas.  That- or he fears the Arachnis Deathicus.

Adulting in Moderation

I went to the dentist yesterday.  I made it out without any cavities or cause for much concern, really.  Though- I still find my mouth to be a little sore due to some aggressive last minute flossing.

Stop looking at me like that.

Oh yeah, like you floss everyday.

Anyway, I found myself at the office about 10 minutes early for my appointment, so I walked over to the waiting room where I was faced with beige couches and old magazines, or I could opt for the children's nook.  Which to be honest, is just the floor with couch cushions propped up against the back of the big couch and a small tv screen inside the wall.  For memory's sake, I took up a spot on the floor, grabbed the teddy bears that have been there since I was a child and listened to Christmas music while I waited.

My aunt came into the waiting room to get me, I saw her but she looked around obviously not seeing me on the floor with the bears and was startled when I jumped up from behind the couch.  She laughed and asked me, "Where is the adult?" to which I replied as I hugged her, "Not in here!"

So, I had to make a tally before I left to see where I stood as a responsible adult:

Yes, I chose to sit on the floor with the old toys while I waited.
No, I don't floss nearly as much as I should.
BUT- I drove myself to the appointment, obviously brush my teeth enough to not have cavities, AND I have my own dental coverage.

I think I come out ahead when it comes down to it.

We won't talk about how when I got home I ate Taco Bell in bed and fell asleep watching youtube for 2 1/2 hours.  And then I woke up just in time to go to a sports bar to get pizza and watch Monday Night Football with Landon.

How cute is he?

When You Should Opt for a Recovery Day

I interrupt this radio silence to bring you a conversation that I just had with my mom on the phone that is too long for me to write down in my quote book and I deemed worthy to actually dust off (literally, I work in a mine, remember?  There is dirt EVERYWHERE.) my keyboard and type out a post.

We were just having our normal morning conversation when she was about to hang up to go into work when I said, "Wait- did you get that email about our half marathon?"  And she said, "No, I haven't checked my email in a couple days, what did it say?"  And then I told her that they were sending out a beginner and an intermediate training schedule for it, but you had to go to their link to request it.  She told me she was glad I let her know and that I would be proud of her because she had been going to the gym these last few days. "But..." she said, "I've had a couple bad experiences too."

Oh boy.

"What do you mean, 'bad experiences?'" I asked, hesitantly.

"Well, a couple days ago we were doing this work out that you could either do while in the downward dog position or- if you wanted more of a challenge then you put your feet up on the wall instead.  Well, I tried it in downward dog and that was way too easy, so I went over to the wall, but there was this chest on the floor against it and I tried to put my feet above it and the lid flipped open, hit me in the stomach and I totally scorpioned!" (which is a term used in snowboarding or wakeboarding that means you faceplant and your feet come backwards over your head resembling a scorpion tail. It's great.)  The mental image of my MOM in that position in her work's gym had me in tears.  I could barely gasp for air between giggles.  I was not nearly composed enough before she continued,

"AND THEN- the next day I was standing near this man who was putting weights on a dumbbell, and he only had them on one side and he went to pick it up, but the heavy side stayed on the floor and the light side flew up really fast and...for a second....I felt like I was riding a Nimbus 2000."

That was it.  I was on the floor. The filthy, soot everywhere, with traces of WD-40 and oil FLOOR.
I was choking for air and starting to sweat.  My safety glasses were fogged up and my co-workers were starting to gather around me, clearly trying to decide if they needed to break out the defibrillator. I rolled onto my back to reveal the phone I had to my ear and waved them away as I tried to compose myself enough to sit up.  While my mom is still laughing just as hard on the other line and follows up with,

"So I think I'm going to take a break from the gym today."

And I validated her decision.  Body contortion and riding dumbbell broomsticks really takes it out of you.  Recovery days are definitely in order.


my mom, everybody.

Lately...

Doing: After work I've had a strict habit of taking off my work jeans, plopping down on the couch, turning on Hulu and falling asleep until Landon walks through the door.  I always plan to work out the second I get home, but then I'm like, "I'm hot, I should drink some cold water so I don't get dehydrated in my work out."  And then I drink/eat a cup full of ice water and I end up shivering, so I curl up in a blanket and figure I'll watch an episode of Modern Family while I wait for my core temp to rise.  And then I inevitably fall asleep.  But as of yesterday- I have started a 13 week training program for another half marathon happening in at the end of October.  And a small part of me wants to do the Thanksgiving Day Half (because of how guilt free I would feast later that day).  And I'm signed up to do the Zion Half next March.  So I've got my work cut OUT for me.

Watching:  As I mentioned above: Hulu.  I've had an account for a couple years solely so I could watch episodes of the Bachelor/ette the next day and other than that I've never actually used it.  Landon told me I had to cancel last month, but he told me that after the payment had gone out so I was like, "We might as well use it for this month..."  And a whole new world of TV shows has opened up to us and it looks like we'll be keeping it at least for a little while longer.  Though I will say this: Hulu will never love me like Netflix because Hulu doesn't ask if I'm still watching.  And I have to sift through all the episodes I slept through everyday.

Eating: All things banana.  I cannot get enough banana right now.  Even this box of Banana Twinkies at the grocery store has been tempting me and I hate Twinkies.  Also, Hermiston Watermelons at Costco.  I'd give up my first born if it meant I had unlimited access to watermelons from Hermiston, Oregon.

Drinking: SO. MUCH. WATER. Because I'm really trying to cut soda mostly out of my life.  Not all together, but maybe like one a week.  In it's place I drink at least a gallon of water most days, and at least half of that is flavored with Strawberry-Orange-Banana Crystal Light.  Along with drinking all this water, I've began to play a game to see how clear I can get my pee.  That's a lot of info, but if you're wondering- most times you wouldn't even know if I used the bathroom and didn't flush because it's that clear.  I'm so damn hydrated.  Also, I thought this was a myth, but my skin has been SO CLEAR. I haven't had a zit in weeks.

Reading: your blogs.  I suck and haven't been commenting as much as I used to.  But I'm contributing in page views.  I'm here, I swear.

Outdoorsing:  MOUNTAIN BIKING.  Going again tonight.  I took Landon to Park City on Saturday and had a 10 mile loop all mapped out for us.  I told him the uphill part was going to be about 3.4 miles long, but because I can't read I missed the part that said it's 5 miles uphill and I thought Landon was going to kill me.  Despite me nearly being the cause for my husband's heart failure, the views and the smell of the trees and just being in the mountains in general was heaven.  I want to go back everyday, but we need to work on Landy's uphill stamina first.  For the record, he kicks my BUTT on the downhill sections.  He has like, 1% self-preservation and I have 100% PLUS I take on his other 99%.  We both have work to do.

Anticipating: Mariah's return.  As of this very moment there is only 134 days, ten hours, 25 minutes and 2 seconds until December 17th.  And I. can't. wait.  I never thought the day would come, I thought I had said goodbye forever.  BUT, the end is near and I am so unbeLIEVably excited to hug her in real life.

Saving for: a (potential) cruise, snowboard season passes, a (potential) trip to Hawaii.  And Landon really wants to put a cold air intake in our new truck, but I personally feel that should come AFTER the rest of the previously mentioned.  You agree, don't you?

Life is good, friends.


Still Here.

I promise I haven't given up blogging.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I keep saying, "Go write that down."  And then I wake up from a 2 1/2 hour nap to my dog barking at my next door neighbor smoking outside on our shared porch. And the tv show I was watching on Hulu is five episodes past where I was last conscious because Hulu doesn't check if you're still have a pulse like Netflix does.  But I feel like I've kept a pretty decent streak of blogging at least once a month for the last few months, so before we check out of July I thought I'd make my ever so silent presence in the blogosphere (do people still use that reference?) known.

Not a ton has happened in July.  Except for my Great Grandma's funeral- which I fully intend on writing about still- and my birthday a couple weeks ago.  Landon bought me a mountain bike.  And then bought himself one a week later after we sold our Taylor Swift tickets for a massive profit.  (Don't worry, we are still going to the show.)  So that is our current "thing."  Although I'm not totally great at it yet.  Last month I had intentions to do this race that had three different legs in it and one of the legs was 10 miles of mountain biking.  I TOTALLY underestimated how hard that would have been for me. I didn't end up doing the race because it conflicted with the Dirty Dash and I had already signed up for that.  But boy would I have regretted doing that with no training behind it.  Landon and I have gone on about 5 or 6 rides in the last two weeks, the longest being about 7 1/2 miles and it kicks our BUTT.  I've mapped out a ride for us for tomorrow morning and it's exactly 10 miles with a pretty decent climb, so we'll see how we fair on that.  Meanwhile, I'm sending a shout out to the Dirty Dash for saving me from unknown horrors that day.

But you guys- turns out Landon and I live in the BEST place to be a mountain biker.  I mean, we are SURROUNDED by a mecca of mountain bike trails.  It's an absolute wonder to me that we didn't pick this up years ago.  But we're in the game and loving it so far, even if it does extract some foul language from my mouth at times.  Landon gets concerned and wants to know if I want to turn back and I'm like, "No, I'm having a great time, I swear." (pun truly not intended.)

So yeah.  Mountain biking and pool time.  That's been the extent of my after work schedule and will continue to be for the rest of the summer.  Living the dream over here. *raises proverbial glass*

Backyard Weddings and High Heels

So last Friday my cousin got married to the girl of his dreams.  It was so sweet to see them so happy.  It's always great to get together with that side of my family too.  Growing up, those cousins of mine were my very best friends.  As we've grown up we don't see each other nearly as much, so it's always a special treat to be with them.  This isn't even half of us, but it's who we could get to sit still for a photo.

It was a perfect night to spend time with my family.  You know how big of a fan I am of them.


Also, I'm not really that much taller than my mom in real life.  Landon's mom gave me a pair of black heels that were a tad too big on her.  I totally forgot I had them in the truck and I decided to wear them to the wedding.  You all know I don't wear high heels.  But I decided to give them a try because they made my legs look freakishly awesome.  They also put me on the same playing field as these 6'3, 6'4 and 6'5 dudes.  Just looking at this photo we look normal, but man, we towered over the wedding party. haha

And lucky for us, they had a photo booth that we occupied for far too long.  But the photographers told us we were their favorite group of idiots to shoot that night.  So I felt like maybe we accomplished something.  Other than the obvious achievement of walking around six inches higher than I'm used to.

And beside the pure joy I got from breaking my diet to indulge in the Cheetos and root beer float refreshments-  I had a great time matching the hottest guy I know.  Polka dots are clearly our color.

But seriously- I had so many root beer floats.

The Dirty Dash

So I'm blogging my current events totally out of order.  And by that, I mean: I'm not really blogging hardly at all.  And everyday I'm like, "I should probably at least write down what I'm feeling..."  So I've actually resorted back to journaling which I haven't done since about circa 2009.  ANYWAY.  I am going to spend this week (hopefully) catching you up on things I want to write about, such as and the Tulip Festival (remember that guy?), my great grandma passing away, my cousin's wedding and the absolute shenanigans I've been up to.  BUT today I'm just going to get my latest race recap out of the way, so buckle up for this wild ride, it's about to get dirty.  Here is a before and after to start us off:
It's called the Dirty Dash- and for good reason.  It's a pretty popular race that goes around the country kind of like the Color Me Rad run and whatnot.  It's not even really a competition, it's just a bunch of people running through a very muddy obstacle course and having a great time.  There is a 5k or 10k option and despite me trying to convince everyone to do the 10k because I'm all about getting more for my money we ended up doing the 5k and that was probably good because Sunny ended up pulling a muscle and Landon really wasn't conditioned to run anyway.  (He's working very hard in school right now, so I'm not faulting him for not preparing.)  The race was in Midway aka literally down the road from us.  We signed up for the 3:00 slot because I heard it's cold in the mornings.  The sun was shining which is not the norm this year and it was absolutely the perfect temperature to be running through all the obstacles and mud puddles.
We obviously aren't concerned about finishing before the other runners.
Aside from the massive trenches dug out and filled with mud, there was a rope ladder you had to scale, a series of haystacks you had to hop over that grew in size and number with each group, the tire section which is a nightmare for one as uncoordinated as I am, a maze of blow up cylinders that are swinging on chains which I used to take out Landon's little brother (evil, I know) and giant blow up slides that left little tiny cuts all down my legs.  OH! And there was this one section that was basically a canal dug out and filled with water so muddy that your feet literally floated up from underneath you and you just bobbed down it because it was nearly impossible to walk or run through it.  I was not anticipating that phenomenon and nearly had a come apart from the sheer excitement of it all.  Aside from all of that, the REAL obstacle was your shoes that were so full of mud it felt like you had 10 lb weights on each foot. And after running like, a 1/4 of a mile it would start to harden and it felt like you were wearing another pair of shoes INSIDE of your shoes, which- as you can imagine is not entirely comfortable.  But we were having so much fun, it didn't even really matter.

It took us about an hour to get through the whole thing which you might say is long for a 5k, but keep in mind we were having to wait up for teammates who were injured and we obviously took our time because we were playing.  They hooked us up with treats at the end and provided showers that consisted of hoses spraying out snow run-off and we opted out of that luxury.
Instead, we washed off our hands, ate our bananas, got in the bed of our truck and rode down the road to the train tracks where we then walked about a 1/2 mile to a rope swing Landon stumbled upon a couple weeks ago.  We all took a turn plunging into the lake (which probably isn't any warmer than the snow showers back at the venue) to wash all the mud out of our teeth, ears and socks.  That go us clean enough to go back home, shower up and head out for a well-deserved meal.

I had SO MUCH fun at this race.  I would do it again in a heartbeat, and I probably will because it's comes back to Midway in September.  So I'm sure I'll do it again, and hopefully talk my teammates into the 10k.  And I can confidently say that I took THE most satisfying shower after we got home.  It took me upwards of 30 minutes to get it out of every nook and cranny, but in the end I was clean.
If this race comes through your neck of the woods, go sign up for it.  Even if you're not a runner, it's so chill and fun that I don't even think it qualifies as a race as much as just a really muddy party.  You won't regret it, I promise.

No Structure Here.

-I bought five damn pineapples this weekend.  At 99 cents a piece, how could I not?

-I get stuck on certain Pinterest categories days at a time.  Right now, it's quotes.  Sorry if I'm blowing up your homepage with emo/teenager-like love quotes.  I don't know why I love them, but I do.

-Triathlons are about to become my THANG.  Because I'm currently thang-less, and it's stressing me out.

-I need a bike really bad.

-You know- because triathlons require a bike at some point.

-BIKES ARE REALLY EXPENSIVE.

-I got a GoPro and now need epic things to do with it.

-Also- I foresee an inevitable need for a selfie stick to use with it.

-It's been raining for two weeks straight and we Utahns have no idea what to do with it.  And while we desperately need it after having such a disappointing winter, it's really effecting my Spring plans.

-I really HATE that Taylor Swift's music isn't on Spotify.

-I haven't posted on instagram in a week and that's really out of the ordinary.

-All my plants I got a few weeks ago are dead because winter made an encore appearance in April and murdered them all.  I'm scared to try again because I feel like it's somehow my fault it started snowing after I planted tomatoes.  Though if that's the case, I'm going to plant tomatoes every week this winter.

-I REALLY MISS SNOWBOARDING.

-I had a dream about #thedress last night.  And it finally changed to black and blue.  When I woke and checked again it was still white and gold.  This is my cross to bear.

-I don't feel ready for this week.  Can I have one more day to lay around my house eating watermelon watching Iron Chef to prepare for it?

A Year of Running

I feel like this past year, all I talk about to anybody anymore is running.  They ask me what my plans for the night or the weekend are- running.  What have I been up to lately- running. How have you lost so much weight? What diet are you on- RUNNING.

I clearly need to get some more hobbies or at least start making stuff up so I don't sound so boring to people. BUT- today I am going to talk about my running.  I was just going to finally write a post about the half marathon I ran last week, but I think it's important that I fill you in on how I got to that point. I've had a lot of people ask me about it anyway, so it might be easier to just send them a link where I've got it all written down.

I get asked these questions a lot so I'm just going to bust 'em out right now:

How much weight have I lost?  Since I started? Roughly 65 lbs.  I KNOW I KNOW- that's insane.  Pick your jaw up off the floor cause we're just getting started.

What kind of diet am I on? I attribute most of the initial weight loss to the high protein-low carb diet I was on last year.  But the last 20-25 lbs I've lost has been all thanks to running.  Because I eat basically whatever I want, just in moderation and then I let the cardio do the rest.  That's not the greatest answer, I know.  I'm working on eating cleaner, but I don't turn down a cookie if it's offered and I'm in a very loving relationship with a bag of kettle corn Landon bought at Costco last week.

How did I get into running? Well, this question opens many doors to a lot of answers that I don't really want to talk about at the moment.  BASICALLY- last Spring I was in a place in my life where I felt stuck.  I felt like I wasn't going anywhere in life, I felt like there were problems in my life that were out of my control, I was anxious, moody and quietly terrified.  I needed to find something that I could have; something I could control that no one could take away from me.  And that thing turned out to be running.

How did I start/continue running? I can't even tell you how many times in the last decade I tried to become a runner.  I'd go to the gym and run on the treadmill for 10 minutes and give up because the life had been sucked out of me.  I was always so discouraged by my lack of endurance that I'd quit after a few days.  But this time I downloaded the 5k Runner app.  It's one of those apps that trains you for a 5k through intervals of running and walking.  And over a course of 8 weeks I was conditioned to run for 30 minutes straight.  The interval training made ALL the difference.  AND as an added bonus to helping build endurance, interval training burns fat like crazy.

After I finished the program, I just kept running longer and longer distances.  Funny though, I didn't ever actually run a 5k.  I was going to run a half back in November but I ended up getting shin splints so bad that I had to take a few weeks off.  I spent December and January running more intense H.I.I.T. programs on the treadmill since it was so cold outside and midway through February I started a 10 week program to train for a half.

Do I just LOVE running now? I still laugh when I get asked this question because honestly- I don't really love it.  Occasionally, I'll find myself in the midst of a runner's high where I'm like, "I'm never going to stop running!! And I want to give EVERYONE on the planet a hug!!"  But, for the majority of the time, I'm just trying to focus on my breathing and constantly calculating how many more minutes it will be until I've ran the full six miles.  I will tell you what I DO love though- I love how I feel after a run.  Long or short the endorphins never fail me.  I love that I can run and play longer than I used to.  I love how well I sleep at night.  I love how well my pants fit.  I love adding new music to my running playlist and the feeling when my pace matches the tempo of the song perfectly.  All those things put together make it easy for me to strap on my running shoes after a long day of work.

What advice would I give to someone who wants to start running?  I have had a few people ask me this and it's funny because I'm definitely NOT an expert on any matter in running.  I just do it.  BUT- what has proved to be most important to me is SHOES.  I got these really great Nikes last summer.  Super comfy, and fantastically neon, but what I didn't know is that Nike has the highest injury rate of any running shoe (according to the man at the Runner's Corner) and I would be no exception.  Like I said, I had planned on running a half on Thanksgiving but had to bow out due to the worst shin splints I'd ever experienced.  I'd battled them the entire summer, but I credited it to running too much.  Which probably was true also, but then the bottoms of my feet started to hurt to the point that I was walking on my toes a lot.  Landon took me to the Runner's Corner (a small shoe store for strictly running) for my Christmas present where he bought me a pair of Sauconys and I LITERALLY haven't had a shin splint since.  And I run more than I did last summer.  I'll never buy Nike shoes to run in ever again.  I'll buy them to wear around town and stuff, but not for working out it.

ALSO- I learned A TON about shoes at that store.  If you can get to a store like that where the employees are highly knowledgeable in finding the best shoe for how you run and how you disperse your weight on your feet?  Go there.  The guy who helped me showed me how to tie my laces so they don't cross this tendon on the top of my foot because you aren't supposed to have pressure on it.  Seriously- we were there for nearly two hours because he was teaching me so much.  Shoes are SO important. Don't cheat yourself in that area. Just don't.

Would I run another half marathon? Or even a full? The last few weeks of my training, I told Landon I probably would never run another half marathon again because my knees were hurting around mile 8.  I didn't (and still don't) want to become one of those people who can't run at 30 because their knees can't take it.  But after I ran the half marathon I may have changed my mind because it was SO COOL.  I clearly need to do some research on how to take care of my knees and ankles and stuff, but I don't want to say I'm never doing another one because even though it was super hard, I had a lot of fun.  Though I truly don't think I'll be able to run a full marathon.  I wish I could, I know I could build up the endurance mentally, but physically? I have to listen to my body and know when to say, "That's enough."

UGH.  How much fun was all of that, huh? haha sorry if that was super boring, but I wanted to get it written down.  And I still want to tell you about the Tulip Festival Half Marathon!!  However, I have a stack of books I just checked out of the library about Yoga that I want to flip through before I inevitably fall asleep on the couch.  So, we'll tackle that beast in another post.  But if you're wondering what difference a year of running can make- here it is:

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hide in a hole after posting that.

The Man in the Zebra Leggings

So it's official- winter is over here in Utah.  Park City closed up shop til next season on Sunday, but Landon and I made it up for one last day on Saturday.  And we made sure that it would be a day to remember by wearing ridiculous outfits.
       
Despite the howling winds- it actually wasn't that cold.  And once we actually started snowboarding it got pretty warm.  Landon is sporting a pretty good tan line now.  As you can imagine, I'm sure, we got quite a lot of attention.  Aside from being told I was a boss and the countless cat calls from the chairlift, my favorite was when so snowboarders went past us and I heard one of them say, "That's a hot couple!" 

And you know what? I think we are. I dated a lot of guys before I met Landon. Some were awesome, some were lame, but I think the one of the biggest reasons I fell madly in love with that guy up there is because he was always game for my crazy ideas.  He never said no to me because he thought it was stupid or would be too embarrassed to play along.  I know I take him far beyond the borders of his comfort zone at times, but he never turns me down.  When we were sitting on the chairlift he had his arm around me and said, "Do you know I would probably just be at home playing video games if you didn't have all these crazy ideas?" And I laughed because I would probably be doing the same thing (rerplace video games with Pinterest and Netflix) if I didn't have someone who wanted to come with me.

And not just anybody-
Someone who will wear skin tight zebra leggings and totally own it.

                                     

Easter

So this weekend, I went down to St. George with Landon and his family for Easter weekend.  Well, I guess it really was just his mom and her bf.  His brother and his wife had to stay home to study for finals.  So Landon and I each brought a friend with us.  We stayed at Reed's (Sunny's man) vacation home down there.  I tell you that place is paradise.  It has this breath taking back yard with a pool and hot tub, palm trees and a koi pond with waterfalls.  It's gorgeous.  And right now is the perfect time to stay in St. George because in the summer it's almost too hot to even be outside.  

Even still, I had to wake up at 6 am to do my run before the sun came up so I wouldn't over heat. Which was actually very lucky for me because I didn't know there was going to be a blood moon and I had the absolute joy of chasing it for four miles.  I felt like I had a piece of Mariah with me for 40 minutes.  She lives for things like blood moons and she would have DIED to see it in all it's glory as it set behind red St. George cliffs. I wish I had gotten a better photo of it than this; it was absolutely mystifying. 

                          

After I got back from my jaunt, we drove into Nevada to take our machines out for a ride.  Landon and his friend Mike on their dirt bikes and Jenessa and I rode in the side by side with Sunny and Reed where I thought I was surely going to die. This?

                           
This was us using all of our strength to keep the beast from tumbling down the mountainside.  Jenessa and I had to hang off the side of it while Reed slowly inched his way around.  We came SO CLOSE to rolling, you guys.  Too close for comfort.  Naturally, I screamed bloody murder the rest of the ride. We got ridiculously stuck almost immediately after this incident, where it took about an hour to get us out.  By the time we were done with our ride I think we all had heat stroke. But we also had a great time.  Next time though, I think I'll bring my dirt bike. (Sorry Jenessa- you're on your own!)

We got back to the house and immediately got in the pool.  And that's where we spent the rest of the weekend.  Getting tan and practicing an Acro Yoga move I saw on a satirical Instagram page.  We perfected it in the living room and then took it poolside where we were somewhat confident I wasn't going to drop Jenessa on the concrete. 
      
Totally nailed it!! And after trying more of this sort of yoga with my brothers the other day, I'm one hunt to find a legit class where I can learn these things for real, because it is a lot of fun and stupidly difficult for me.

And other than that- the only work we had to do was trying to keep our sunscreen on and keep Shadow out of the pool.  But we all know that's pointless.
     
I think it should be mandatory that every weekend has that perfect mixture of adrenaline and relaxation.

12 miles

You guys. I ran TWELVE MILES last night. This is not a joke. I really did it. My knees are really pissed about it, but I'm really kind of proud of myself.  This is the biggest run I'll have aside from the actual half marathon.  So these next couple weeks I will be dialing it down and putting my body through somewhat of a rest phase before the big day.  And can I say, I've been dreading the 12-miler since day one? And I did it. I crushed it. It was mostly all uphill and part of it was on the highway (that was an accident and Landon is still mad at me about it) and the wind chill absolutely froze me right down to my bones- BUT I DID IT.

                                 

I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm bragging, but it's because I totally am.  Because I've followed this 10 week training program to a TEE for the last seven weeks, and no one knew I had the will power or dedication to do this.  I'm not kidding. Even I'm surprised.  And now the rest of it is all down hill from here (not literally, unfortunately). 

And now that I have the "big one" out of the way, I can go down to St. George and enjoy my Easter weekend with my family and friends without the thought of having to run 12 miles looming over my head. I'll probably throw a small run in there, but these next few days will be a treat.  

Have a great weekend, y'all! And Happy Easter!

Snap Life

I have been so busy in the last week, I haven't had a chance to sit down and blog some more. Even though I must say that I'm really glad I'm getting back into it. I've missed this place. When I thought back to what I've been up to is past week, I decided to consult my saved Snapchat photos.  Because we all know that Snapchat is literally my favorite form of social media.
As always, running, running and more running.  One of the joys of all this running is getting to interact with the wildlife.// being cultured with chopsticks from Panda Express and my lunch from home that I obviously wish was Panda.// and we sold my little car over the weekend. I got Joanna for my 16th birthday.  I would have had her for 9 years this July. And I was ALL SORTS OF EMOTIONAL.

Painting flower pots became my week night activity. And I planted things this weekend.  Big surprise, I've already killed half of them. This is why I don't have children yet.// the Ultra Music Festival went down last weekend in Miami and I sat in our truck for literally HOURS listening to it on XM. Wanted to be there so bad.// Ran 11 miles on Friday.  I was so proud and happy, but I'm pretty much over it since I have to run 12 today.  My knees are begging me not to, BUT I MUST PREVAIL.

Went to a carnival in Park City that I'm fairly certain was intended for children, did I care? The answer is no. And I left that face paint on ALL DAY.// Josh is a huge JT fan. But aren't we all?// and this is a serious problem. Where is the off button for my nose!? That's pretty disgusting...apologies.

Pond Skimming

So this last weekend we went up to Canyons to get in some Spring skiing/boarding.  And by that I mean, there is just enough snow that hasn't melted that we were able to sneak one last day in before the end of the season. Seriously guys, this winter SUCKED. I mean, I probably got about 20 days in, which I feel awesome about and I had a great time, but fingers crossed next season the snow gods smile down on us a little more than they did this year.

We also went to watch the Pond Skimming contest at the Mid Mountain.  They host that party on the last weekend the resort is open, generally.  And all it is, is a contest where people wear crazy costumes, ski or board down a hill and try to skim all the way to the end of this pond. OR- to see who can have the biggest splash when they biff it. For example, here is a a man dressed in a panda suit who actually skimmed his way across. And to the right, a larger man who had a cape and an "S" painted on his bare chest who won the biggest splash.
(Apologies for the Snapchat quality photos.)

I hadn't ever been to this before, mostly because I haven't had a pass to Canyons since I was probably in 7th grade, but after watching this I am bound and determined to enter in next year. Because it was hilarious.  And I want to do fun things. So I need to figure out how to enter and then get working on my costume.  Which, might I add will not be me in my bra.  

  Ever hear of a bikini ski day? Trust me, I wasn't the only one up there like this.  And it was too warm for all the layers I had on, so I went with the crowd.

And it was totally awesome.

And I totally got sunburned.

Can't wait for next season! In the meantime, I'm going to go try to repair all the damage I did to my board from all the rocks I ran over on Saturday.

Attacked.

So yesterday I went on my afternoon run as per the usual.  It was only a four-miler which isn't bad compared to some of the distances I'm hitting with my training schedule.  I decided I would run up Memorial Hill to get some practice in running uphill since this half I'm running is basically all hills. (I'm bothered by how many times I just typed "hill.") I found that out after I was too far into my training to back out; go big, I guess.... ANYWAY. Memorial Hill is exactly one mile up and one mile down and about 1.25 miles from my house, so I'd be hitting just over my distance for the day. It's a popular little hike for people with their dogs or kids, but it was a little coolish outside which made for a nice run and not a lot of traffic.  In fact, I didn't see anyone on the trail until I was on my way back down.  It was an older man, he was by himself and he gave me a friendly wave.  I had my headphones in so I don't know if he said anything, but I waved back and as soon as I did I ran straight into an army of gnats.  I mean, I was AMBUSHED.  Because they didn't scatter or anything when I ran through their midst, they ATTACKED.  So here this guy is, waving at a seemingly normal chick running on the trail when all of the sudden she is taken by a spirit from the underworld. 
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I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even look at the man as I ran past him.  Plus, I was still trying to decide if I had any bugs in my teeth or hair. I was good there, but I got home and they were in my bra.  

MY BRA.  

It's too early for insects to be out.  NOT COOL MOTHER NATURE. 

I've Made a Huge Mistake

So I've got a big run on the schedule this afternoon. Ten freaking miles, y'all. I've only ran that much once before. That was right before thanksgiving last year and I needed a couple weeks to recover from it.  So as you can imagine, I'm petty pumped about it.  Oh, and to make matters worse I didn't run last night because it was a rest day on my training schedule so I decided to try a new circuit work out I found on Pinterst and I woke up this morning feeling like I did the first night after I tried cross fit for the first time.  My legs and my butt are SO SORE. What were you THINKING Past Whitney? Ugh I hate her sometimes...

Though, I'm going to have to remember that work out for times when I don't have 3/4 of a half marathon the next morning.  It only lasted about 25 minutes and it kicked my butt.  I did it out on my back patio because it was so nice outside yesterday. My next door neighbor was also outside on her patio doing some spring cleaning.  Then she realized our fence was leaning a little bit, so she stood on a chair trying to fix it and talked to me over it the whole time.  Asking me about Vail and snowboarding and training for a half all the while I'm doing squats and lunges and jumping with and imaginary jump rope.  I wonder if holding a full conversation through and entire work out burns extra calories...

Then I trucked myself all the way up to Layton to have dinner with my dad and brother to celebrate him getting his fixed wing certification.  I don't know all the ins and outs of what that means exactly except that he is now a licensed airplane AND helicopter pilot.  So I am very proud of him.

I had to drop off an ice maker my mom gave me for my birthday at her house after dinner because it stopped working and I want her to take it back to see if they will give me one that works.  I beat Brenden home and took my ice maker inside where I left a note on it because no one else was home- or so I thought. I walked back to the garage door and coming up the stairs very stealthily with a gun in hand was Johnny.  He scared the living day lights out of me and I think I did the same to him when I screamed bloody murder.  This is the SECOND time he has greeted me in that house with that gun at the ready.  The first time it wasn't loaded, but last night it was.  So if you guys hear about a gun shot victim in Layton, Utah.  It's probably me and it's probably because Johnny thought I was a burglar.  I should probably just start making myself known when I walk in.  Eliminate the element of surprise for all parties involved.  I just didn't think anyone was home.

Aside from almost getting shot, I got to see the chickens my mom and Johnny got a couple weeks ago.  They are building a chicken coop for the back yard and I am all sorts of jealous because it is going to be so freaking cute.  They're so inspiring with all their DIYs.  Makes me excited for all the stuff I've got planned for my patio, though it does not include a chicken coop.
                                  
Have a good weekend you guys!! Enjoy this spring weather and try not to get shot by your brothers when you go home, okay? I will be doing the same.

Spring

I'm sure you're all wondering how the bio-screening went yesterday. It was fine. I mean, there was a brief second there where I almost had a panic in the waiting area.  I got nervous giggles and tears started welling up in my eyes... But then my old roommate's sister who used to hang out with us walked out and was the nurse who was going to doing my screening and I calmed down immediately. So, I'll be patiently awaiting my check and planning what I am going to spend it on because I DESERVE IT.

I also ran five miles last night but I'm still not totally recovered from the eight I ran last weekend and I am paying dearly for it this morning. My legs don't feel real anymore and the bottom of my feet just ache! I need to listen to my body when it's telling me to take it easy, but the program for the half marathon I am training for is saying otherwise. I'm at the point where I'm like, "Can I just run the race this weekend?" Because I'm scheduled to run ten miles and at that point it's like, what's another three miles, you know? Instead of another five weeks of training?  But that's just the bottoms of my feet talking.

The race I'm running is at Thanksgiving Point on the perfect date: April 25th. (Miss Congeniality? Anyone?) It will be through the Tulip Festival that will be going on and I am SO excited.  I've been wanting to go to that for years and I keep missing it.  But now I will be getting to run 13.1 whole miles through it!! I say that excitedly now, we'll see how I feel around mile 7... I'll probably be like, "TULIPS SUCK." But there are flowers popping up around town right now and I'm loving it. Spring is in the air, people!
                                

Blood Work

So this morning I am a tad on the nervous side.  My work does this thing where you do a health screening and they take your blood, measure your cholesterol, BMI and judge analyze your lifestyle to see how healthy you are.  The motivation to let someone get all up in your bidness like at is a check for $250.  Seems worth it, right? Especially because I'd like to think of myself as a relatively healthy/active person, so I shouldn't be getting any shocking news.  Where I get hung up on all of this though, is the blood work.  I DO NOT like blood leaving my body.  I don't like needles, I don't like the sight of blood, and I don't like the anticipation of sitting there while the get everything ready.  Ugh, my stomach is doing flips right now just thinking about it.

I've only donated blood once, and I know that's a lot more than just getting blood drawn but that experience pretty much psyched me out for any and all blood work in the future.  I remember like it was yesterday (I was a Senior in high school) and a blood drive was being held during school.  Everyone was all stoked about it because you got to miss class to participate in it, and I was no exception.  I knew I wasn't fond of needles from a previous experience at the doctor, but I figured it'd all be okay.  Everyone does it, right? And they get cookies and juice after and like I said, you'd get to miss like, half a class period. SIGN ME UP. So I only had a mini panic attack when they did the actual finger prick and it didn't even hurt at all.  And my friends who had done blood drives in the past said that was the worst part.  So when that was over, I was feeling pretty good.  So I'm sitting in the chair, focusing on breathing and not freaking out when the lady came over to start the whole thing.  And you know how they wrap that rubberband around your arm to make your veins pop up? Well, she was not very gentle and she ripped out a lot of arm hair and I remember thinking how she wouldn't be getting a tip from me that day.  Grouchy, old phlebotomist.  I put my headphones in to distract from Nurse Lucifer before she actually stuck me and that helped a lot.  I remember it not hurting too bad and getting cold and stuff, but I personally think I rode it out like a champ considering how much I'd psyched myself up beforehand.

Before I knew it, she had what she needed and she was untying the rubberband (taking what hair was left on my arm with it) and I was on my way. My best friend was waiting at the snack table waiting for me, I grabbed a bag of mini Oreos and a bottle of orange juice and we headed back to class.  I was feeling pretty good.  When that class was over however, I was declining fast.  It was lunch period at that point and we were walking out to my friend's car and I was completely overcome with nausea and light headed-ness. So bad that I ended up laying on the ground in the parking lot, gravel in my hair, gagging a little and just basically about to give up the ghost.  

It was that bad.

AND I had to go to the health department later that day to get my Food Handler's Permit for my job. I still have that permit because the photo of me is so horrifying that I will forever be a reminder never to donate blood again.  Selfish? Maybe. But it's not like I'm O- or anything. Cut me some slack here.

Anyway- with all that in mind, I'm not looking forward to this bio-screening or whatever it is I have today, but I am looking forward to the check.  So there it is.  Apparently, I will doing basically anything if the pay out is high enough.  Such a sell out over here.
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