AWOL

I've almost quit blogging all together. I've completely lost interest lately. Dunno why. Here's what I've been up to (without pictures... because I never remember to take them..) :

NCAA Basketball.
I may have missed church yesterday. I may have been watching basketball all day.

Moab.
My first real race (i.e. long distance race) was the Moab Half Marathon. I ran it in 2003 with some guys who were in my BYU ward. It was the most awful racing experience I've had to date. But for whatever reason, I went back and ran it a few more times. Last year, I went down to Moab just to watch and cheer on the runners. So, I randomly decided to do the same this year and luckily I had a friend who was on board. We left early Saturday morning in time to see the first runners come in from the canyon, then we took off and biked Slick Rock. That was soooo tough. It was really windy not to mention I don't really know how to bike on that kind of terrain. I survived and was able to pull out a 4 mile hike after that before we drove home. It was a short trip but totally worth it.

Training.
I started training for St. George a year ago this month. And I have a notion that I'll be registering for it again. So naturally, I'm training. I recently acquired a gym pass and I've been curiously wandering around 24 Hour Fitness in Murray trying to figure out how to make use of it. I refuse to use the treadmills though. So far, I've done weight classes like body pump and ... forgot the name of the other one.

Freaking out.
Yeah, I recently experienced the most cry-y episode of my life. (Yes, I just made up the word 'cry-y.') Now that the experience is behind me I can make light-hearted comments about how I felt and what I went through. But from 1:30am the morning of March 11th until past midnight the next day, I was deduced to a pitiful ball of tears. I never realized how many tears my eyes can actually produce! I never knew the kind of hurt that I learned and felt in those 24 hours. I was almost catatonic for the days following. It's amazing how much weeping takes out of you physically and emotionally. Gratefully, Ryan is alive and well. Perhaps eventually I'll invest a little more time into a blog post about what went on, etc. As my good friend pointed out, a good healthy cry every once in awhile is good for one's complexion.