Eat, Drink and Be Merry, For Tonight is a School Night

Guess what today is?  A school night.  In my spare minutes today, I've been filling my day planner with all the assignments, quizzes, exams and final projects that are in my future.  I'm not overwhelmed just yet.  I'll wait until I actually start doing homework and realizing JUST how much I have on my plate.  The key is to just stay organized.  And also to hide some emergency chocolate somewhere in my house for when all hope seems lost.

I wish I could say that I'm starting the semester off with a fresh and rested mind, but I cannot.  Working six days a weeks, taking summer classes, working out, and trying to stay on top of meal planning, cooking and housework has left me feeling just...tired.  My boss asked me if I was grumpy today; I hadn't realized I hadn't been really talking to anybody all morning.  It's all just catching up to me.  Thankfully it's Labor Day weekend and I will get three days off work.  But I'm pretty sure we are going dirt biking with my family, so it still might not be the most relaxing weekend.  But I will take it!

Saturday I worked until about 2, I got home and ran four miles, showered and got ready and went to Provo with Landon to meet up with my dad and step mom for sushi and Comedy Sportz.  Sushi is mine and Landon's favorite cheat meal these last few weeks and we have literally gotten it once a week since we started our diet.  We were really early to Comedy Sportz, so we walked around Downtown Provo for about an hour before we went to the show.  It was a beautiful evening and it was nice to enjoy the perfect weather and walk off the six rolls of sushi we inhaled.
Comedy Sportz was, as usual, side-splitting.  I swear, Landon never laughs as hard at anything else as  he does there.  If any of you are ever looking for the best entertainment in Provo on a weekend, go there.  

We got home late and pretty much went straight to bed because we had another packed day ahead of us.  Sunday morning, Landon and I got up early and I made him go for a run with me.  There is a park up the road from us that has a mile long loop and has different work out stations scattered along it.  There is this metal bar to stretch on, on that you have to jump over back and forth, a push-up bar, a gate to climb up and over, pull-up bars, and a slanted sit-up bench.  My plan was to do the loop three times, though I didn't tell Landon that until we got there.  He ran through it twice with me and took it easy on the third round and it made me SO HAPPY to have a buddy to run with.  I'm usually the lone wolf with anything exercise related because I don't really have friends who live near me and Landon doesn't get home from work until hours after I do.  So yeah, I had a blast to have him to run with.

Later that afternoon, we met up with my mom and brother and sister to walk through Park Silly Sunday Market again.  They were so jealous after we went last week.  I didn't buy anything this time, but I finally took pictures of the Good Night Moon journal I bought.  I'm still so dazzled by it.
I don't even know what I would write in it, but it's sitting on my night stand in my bedroom just beaming with nostalgia for me.

Speaking of my bedroom-after Park Silly, we all came back to our house to finally add a little decor to my room!  My mom found this gorgeous mirror on sale, and I've literally been wanting a floor length mirror ever since I've been married, but dog, those things are expensive!  I've got a little bundle of cash stashed away, though, and she found a killer deal on one for me, so she brought it up along with a new comforter and some shelves she wanted to get rid of.  We rearranged some furnitures in the room, brought a plant upstairs, hung the shelf and put up another mirror and some lighted letters. Oh, and I found the coolest pillow of all time with sequins that are blue and green one way, but if you run your hand against them, the flip over and are black on the other side.  Its magical and I love it.

I want to get a few more pillow and some more wall hangings in the future, but for now, I'm absolutely in love with the vibe.  All I want to do is go curl up in bed with a book.  It's a good thing my mom has an eye for decorating, because I do not.  She envisioned and brought to life my entire wedding and continues to do the same for me as I continue through life without an interior decorating bone in my body. You should see what she did for my kitchen and dining area a few weeks ago; it's incredible.

Anyway, that was my weekend.  So, so busy and I'm looking forward to getting a few days off in a row this weekend before we go to the night shift and working 7 nights a week.  And now with 500% more homework involved!  I'll rest when I'm dead, people.


//Currently//

Watching//  Now that the Olympics are over and Landon and I destroyed the entire first season of Stranger Things in two nights? I'm pretty much back to watching Bachelor in Paradise (kill me) or Landon playing Fall Out while I scroll through Pinterest.

Reading// an overwhelmingly large stack of magazines that grows every time Landon goes to the mailbox.  I don't know who did it or how it happened, but someone has subscribed me to a couple different quality magazines including, but not limited to People, Health, and Runner's.  And then Sunny gives me her copies of Cosmo when she is done reading them.  So like, they are good magazines and I feel guilty if I don't read them, but they WON'T. STOP. COMING.

Listening// to early 00's on Spotify and more podcasts than I should have subscribed to including but also not limited to My Brother, My Brother And Me, Dear Hank and John, Unattended Consequences (done by my favorite author, but all they talk about are video games, I swear, and I don't relate to it at all and yet I continue to listen), Jenna & Julien Podcast, and Rose Buddies.  Rose Buddies is one of the brothers from MBMBAM and his wife and they recap episode of the Bachelor/ette and right now Bachelor in Paradise.  And that podcast is the sole reason I'm even watching BIP right now, because they are hilarious despite that show being utter garbage.  OH- and as of Sunday, anticipating incoming eps of Not Too Deep with Grace Helbig; thank you Jesus.

Cleaning// MY ENTIRE HOUSE.  Landon and I have basically got it spotless all the way down to the baseboards.  Tonight I want to dust some bedroom furniture in our spare bedrooms, and get rid of some shoes and hoodies I don't wear anymore, but other than that- our house is basically a model home. AND IT FEELS INCREDIBLE.

Eating// An unbelievably repetitive diet for the past 3 1/2 weeks.  Consisting of whole wheat Cheerios for breakfast, grilled chicken, cucumbers, tomatoes, and a sugar-free jello cup for lunch, a cup of mixed berries for a snack, and a small steak and mixed salad for dinner.  I throw in a protein shake on strength training days and usually go to town on the cheerios again after a long run, but other than that I stick pretty religiously to the diet.  I think I'll go into detail about this diet, how I found it, why I decided to do it, and what I've learned from it in another post because I have a lot more thoughts I want to spew out on this subject.  I regret using the term "spew out" back there.  It's not a bad diet, it's just like I said, repetitive.  I have lost 9 lbs though, and I'm feeling good.

Working Out// Still doing Kayla Itsines BBG program because I love it.  This summer has been so crazy, that I've basically just been doing that and then running a couple miles every other day, but now that things are about to start winding down and I'm not working two hours from home anymore I've been adding miles and more strength training after BBG.  My legs haven't been as sore as they are right now in months and it is awesome.  Trying to sit down on the toilet is awesome.

Dreaming About// I said it a couple posts back, but WINTER.  I want snow so badly!! I want to devote Saturdays to snowboarding and cold, snow runs.  It's not far off; yesterday was only in the 70's here and it was BEAUTIFUL.  The best part of the year is just around the corner! *praise hands*

Thinking About// writing a book.  Is that weird?  I feel like that's weird.

Missing// My best friend, Jenessa, who is in Italy without me, Taco Bell, and Saturday adventures in the mountains.



Bountiful Sprint Triathlon

I've had a stressful morning- the first thing I saw when I opened my laptop was breaking news from Times saying there was a massive earthquake in central Italy this morning.  Which is heart breaking and terrifying by itself, but even more so because my best friends is IN ITALY BY HERSELF AT THIS VERY MOMENT.  I knew she was about an hour train ride away from Rome, but I didn't know in what direction, and I knew that the earthquake happened about 85 miles east of Rome.  For all I knew, she was in the middle of it.  I tried calling her and I got a weird beeping sound, I sent her multiple messages and snapchats; anything I could think of to get a response from her.  I texted her mom, scoured her Facebook and instagram- anything for a clue of where she was.  About 10 minutes later, she snap chatted me back saying, "I'm alive.  But other people are not. :("  Which was so sad, but such a relief.  Turns out she is about an hour outside of that town that was hit also.  So she is safe and sound, but I'm still sending prayers up for the people in Italy. <3

I'm still shaking.

I originally sat down to tell you guys about the triathlon I ran a couple weeks ago with my dad!  And this might be such a contrast from how I started this post, but I need to focus my mind on something else so I can calm down for a second.  My dad and I made a bucket list of things we wanted to do this year, and a triathlon was on this list.  My dad has done the Bountiful Sprint Triathlon for the past couple years and we figured it would be the perfect one to do together.  There are a few different versions of triathlons that vary in length and order.  This particular race was a sprint, meaning it was the shortest of all the versions; it was also a reverse, so it started with the run portion and ended with the swim.  It was a 5k run, an 11(ish- my GPS said 12) mile bike ride, and a 350 meter swim, so really it wasn't anything too extreme.  I didn't train for it, like, at all.  I mean, I've been running, so I was good there, but this was my first time ever even riding a road bike, and I've never swam in a race either.  Our goal was to cross the finish line in an hour and a half.

Now, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, I've worked every Saturday this month.  I was not aware, however, that I was working this particular Saturday until mid-morning on Friday.  I low-key panicked for about twenty minutes because I had already promised my dad we would do it together.  I  made a bunch of phone calls figuring out when it started and how long it usually took and then sheepishly asked my boss if I could come in a couple hours late the next morning so I could do the race.  To which he happily told me would be fine, so I was in the clear.  I slept at my mom's that night and was up bright and early to meet my dad at the starting line about 45 minutes before it started so I could try out the bike he had for me and also to get our stuff all set up.

It was a beautiful morning; perfect for a race.  My dad and I agreed to stick together and just have fun with it.  I was anticipating him to be substantially faster than me in every leg, but I will proudly say I paced him in the run portion.  He did just get back from a cruise though, and we all know how running goes after a week of cruise life.  The biking portion and swimming portion though we stayed together perfectly.  He was actually so great cause when we were biking he would stay right in front of me to cut down wind resistance.  I mean, I wasn't dying or anything, I was keeping up with him, but it was nice to have that advantage.

We burned through the run and the biking in just over an hour.  We parked our bikes, stripped down to our swimming suits, and ran bare foot across the parking lot over to the pool.  Now, I ran and biked my butt off; when I jumped off the bike I was a little caught off guard with how jello-y my legs felt.  I think I even exclaimed, "Woah! My legs are rubber!" and had to catch my self a little bit.  Between that and being utterly out of breath from the race in general, I should have anticipated the swim to be harder than I was expecting it.  I mean, I'm not trying to brag, but I'm a pretty decent swimmer; I always have been.  But I jumped in that pool and was completely shocked by how little my legs were doing for me. I surfaced absolutely gasping for air, oh, and my goggles wouldn't seal on my face, so I just ended up ditching those at the get go.  The first five seconds in the water though, the thought entered my mind, "Oh, this is what drowning feels like."  Luckily, even in that state, I remained calm, and just floated onto my back and did a back stroke until I was able to catch my breath and let my legs get adjusted.  350 meters in that pool ended up being 14 times back and forth and when I jumped out of the water and ran across the finish line the my time was 1:23:40.  Which- I was all about.  We beat our original goal of 1:30 and I get a weird satisfaction when numbers line up in order like that.  My dad's was even better, he crossed at 1:23:45!  Here is our before and after!
When we decided we were going to do this race, I figured we'd do it, maybe go grab some breakfast and hang out for a bit.  But those plans changed when work came a-calling.  So instead, I grabbed a banana and a muffin, threw my shorts and shirt on over my wet swimming suit, gave my dad a hug and drove straight to work soppin' wet.

I got to work only about an hour and forty five minutes late, and it was easy to get everything caught up and moving.  I was so thankful my boss let me have the morning to do that with my dad, though.  I work with really awesome people and we always try to make sure we can do things like that.  It's so great.

That race was so much fun though!  It was such a different experience from other runs I've done, and I loved the variety of events.  There is another sprint tri this fall at Weber State that I want Landon to do with us.  I don't know if he will have a chance to train for the whole thing, but we could even do it as a relay and that would be so fun!  And who knows, maybe one day I will do an Olympic triathlon, or even a Half Iron Man.  Baby steps, people.

Snapchat V. Real Life


You know what I'm excited for? Winter. Snow. Cold air. Slow work days.

I just had to say that.

This summer has been INSANE.  Especially the last couple months and especially, especially the last few weeks.  I've been working 6 days a week for the last month, and I am worn (clap) out (clap).  I've hardly been in the pool, I haven't been dirt biking with Landon in weeks, and sleeping in on the weekends is a thing of the past.

So yeah, I'm pretty much done with summer.

Thankfully, I'm starting to see little bits of oranges and reds starting to speckle the mountain sides.  Autumn is coming.  And with it comes Fall semester. Dun, dun, duuuuunnnnn.  I took two classes this summer and managed to pull off my second 4.0 in a row (self five), but this next semester might break my streak.  I'm taking another 5 classes and if you go back a couple months in this blog, you'll be reminded of how well I handled that last time.  PRAY FOR ME.  I just want to graduate as soon and I possibly can.  I just want to be done.

I've got a week in between semesters and I'm using it highly to our advantage to get our house deep cleaned before all Hell breaks loose.  Every night in my planner this week has detailed chores and can I tell you how much Landon loves  it?

He doesn't.

But he is a trooper and is putting his shoulder to the wheel and helping me get it done. We actually got a lot more done last night that I even scheduled for us, so if we keep it up at that pace, we will have a free and easy weekend.  Well, he will.  I'll be working.

We have been making the most of our Sundays, though.  This Sunday we went to the Park Silly Farmer's Market.  Park City is extremely dog-friendly, so we brought Josh along with us.  He's never been to anything like that before and to say he was experiencing some sensory-overload would be an understatement.
 He really had a great time, though.  He doesn't get out much, so this was quite the adventure for him.

I scored in the purchases department.  I bought this journal (surprise, surprise) made from the children's book Goodnight Moon.  Please tell me you guys remember that one.  It was my favorite when I was a wee babe, and I had the entire thing memorized.  So this little shop re-binds them with a bunch of paper in-between the pages of the book, so like, you have the book, but it's also this super neat journal.  I'll post pictures later, you'll die.

I also bought myself a new silver ring from a guy who I bought an ear cuff from last year at the market.  I love his stuff; it's so simple and elegant.  Seriously, there are so many treasures in this farmer's market.  It's my favorite one I've ever been to.  Oh, and of course I got my chocolate dipped banana, and Landon found his new love with that pina colada in the pineapple up there.  Don't be surprised when we are back there this Sunday.

Also, can we talk about this look I'm rocking in those photos?  Because listen, I worked really hard on it.  I took myself shopping Saturday evening because Landon was out dirt biking with our friend and I didn't want to sit home all alone all night.  I figured I'd treat myself since I've managed to lose 9 or so lbs these last couple weeks and also because, dude, I got two 4.0's in a row! That never happens to me.  I had only been in the mall a couple minutes when I passed one of those sunglasses kiosks and  I saw those glasses and they reminded me of my favorite snapchat filter and I knew that was the look I needed to recreate.  I'm not usually one to put a whole look together, but I think you guys will agree that I totally nailed it.



And the chokers were a nice touch.  Still can't believe I paid more than 25 cents for them, though.  I swear I had 27 of them back in the 90's.  Landon still won't admit that he thinks I look ridiculous.  He keeps saying I am the "cutest", but says it in the same tone people use when they're talking about my dog Josh.

Except that he really is the cutest. Right guys?
Right??

There was an error in this gadget