Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Did the Utah Valley Marathon this past Saturday. Wowee!

For the past couple of weeks, I had really been doubting whether I was actually going to go through with it. I didn't feel like I had trained enough and I was way more nervous than I was last time. Probably because this time I knew what to expect. Ju know.
I don't think I really committed to the marathon until about mile 17 of the actual race.

At mile 14, I had a crazy pain in my lower back that was slowly making its way up my spine. I lightly cried for about 3 miles. It was excruciating. So excruciating in fact, that at mile 17 I sat at the aid station and bawled mine eyes out. I didn't think I was going to be able to finish. I was pretty furious. Ive spent the past 16 weeks training and I just felt wayy frustrated that I couldn't finish, but it just hurt so bad!

Then I quit being a sissy and I got up. I felt a little better, but because I had sat, the rest of my body had basically cramped up. I was already sore and had 9.2 more miles to run. So that wasn't ideal.

The whole time I just had to keep telling myself I could do it. And i was just wondering why the freak I enjoy torturing myself.

about 50 yards away from the finish line, something inside me just snapped. Without even thinking, my legs started sprinting. I don't know how they did it! I was in so much pain. I crossed the finish line and literally collapsed into the arms of this old man. They made me chill in the medical tent for a bit since I couldn't stand. I touched my face and realized it was pretty wet and gross feeling with tears, snot, and salt residue.

Crossing the finish line made me remember why I love torturing myself. All the physical and mental pain that was relentless through out the race was worth it. It just felt good knowing that I had given literally every thing inside me. I think this is one of the only times in my life where I have actually given my VERY best. Not just where i try hard and do pretty good, but i gave it everything. And it just felt good! And i beat my time last year by 20 mins so that was sweet too.

Thank you hubsy, Hope, Kenz, Kim & Jesse, Willi, Laci, brother & Aly for coming out to cheer me on!

I am Not Normal

Today I had an epiphony.

I am not a "9 to 5" girl.
And I don't have to be.
And that doesn't make me as immature as I once thought.
I need a job where I can move my body.
I need a job where I can be outside.
I need a job where I can create.
I need a job where I can use my brain instead of droning in front of a computer all day.
Computers make me feel gross.
So do offices.
I just figured out that I am not doomed to a career I will hate the rest of my life.  I don't have to work in a set schedule in a stupid office if I don't want to. I can do whatever I want for a living! How exciting!

So, if anyone has any ideas where I can be outside, be creative, work whatever schedule I want... you just let me know.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Get Down Girl Go 'Head Get Down

When I was in highschool, I worked at a local pharmacy as a Pharmacy Technician. I really enjoyed it and was close with my boss and coworkers. My senior year, my parents finally let me get a cell phone. I was able to record messages on it and make them into my ring tone.

My boss (a 30 year old male with a nice low voice) picked up my phone one day and recorded "ANSWER ME NOW!!!" into my cell phone. I used this as my ringtone for many years to come.

One day, I was shopping at Ross (yes I am a cheap skate--quit judging me). I collected a few items for purchase and proceeded to the checkout lane. This nice Hispanic lady rung up my items. I handed her my money, which she happily took and subsequently started counting out my change.

My phone rang. "ANSWER ME NOW!!!"

The poor sweet cashier's face instantly turned white. Her eyes popped wide open. She immediately dropped the cash and put her hands behind her head in a ducking motion. She shouted for all the customers to "Get down!"

Which the 2 people behind me did.

For the life of me, I could not figure out what was going on. Were we getting robbed?

Finally I made the connection that the lady behind the counter thought the voice of my ringtone was an actual person behind her.