Thursday, May 26, 2011

Video Chatting with Lucas

He's only 7 months old and already working his way around the computer. My nephew is freakin adorable.

Just ignore the crazy lady in the corner that looks like she's gonna eat him.

Okay who am I kidding, I really do want to eat him.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Good Morning, Nibley

This morning I had an awkward moment.

We have to take Griz out on his leash to "go potty" because our yard isn't fenced. It's really annoying, especially since my knees hurt right now (thanks Ragnar training) and he likes to yank me down the deck stairs and around the yard. It's also annoying because he demands to go outside as soon as AJ leaves for work each morning (Not as soon as AJ's shoes are on. As soon as AJ drives away). Well that's the same time that I'm getting out of the shower. So each morning I'm trying to dry off, get my contacts in before my face dries out completely and cracks (dang Utah), do that whole facial routine, then get dressed, and everything else. And the entire time Griz is scratching at the door while I'm yelling "Hoollld OOONNN!" (is that was having kids is like?)

So my solution to this problem is to make sure I've got moisturizer on my face at least, then throw on my comfy white robe, slip into my rubber boots by the door, and leash up the beast so he'll go potty outside and not in our basement to teach us a lesson. Sometimes I even put on underwear first. And sometimes I don't.

Usually I go out and I'm reminded of what a beautiful morning it is at our new house. Birds are chirping, the grass is glistening with dew, the cows an acre away are moooing...it's pretty nice. Then Griz thinks he's a cow too and starts eating the longs bits of grass he finds. He pees. We walk and walk. He sniffs. He poops. YES! We can go back inside now so I can get dressed and move this morning along.

Well. That's when I heard someone walking close to our yard. We have a railroad behind our house, and I recognized an elderly man, probably 50 (just kidding, Dad!), okay, in his 70s doing his morning workout. I've seen him before. He carries dumbbells and power walks down the railroad track and back. He's always got his head down like he's embarrassed about it, and I kind of just want to high-five him and tell him "good job, you're working out like every day, and you're old! Way to go." But I don't because I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to be noticed.

Well, Griz noticed him. I was trying to get Griz to walk in the opposite direction before he noticed the man, but it was too late. He shot towards the railroad like a...like a...train! Talk about whiplash! Griz was barking and growling and snarling, ... I heard the guy grumble something about my dog...then Griz lunged again, and that's when I felt my robe flap around me like a loose blanket.

Oh man.

Did that guy see me flash him? I mean, in this case, yes, I was able to get my underwear on under my robe (phew!), but still. That guy just saw a huge dog lunge at him, and then probably a blur of the most awkward white fabrics and skin flailing around after it. Seriously, I don't know what he ended up seeing. But it was embarrassing. And who knows what neighbors had seen the whole thing.

We really need to put up a fence already.

Monday, May 2, 2011

What the #@*! am I doing?

I'm think I'm gonna be sick.

I'm signed up to run in the Ragnar Wasatch Back Relay. It's June 17-18. It's a run from Logan to Park City split up between 12 people who run all day and night, each taking turns running 3 different legs. And these legs range from "easy" to "very hard".

This girl is probably smiling because she's running an "easy" leg at a 12 min/mile pace. Lol.

These are my legs (click on the numbers if you are willing to wait for the website to load the maps and elevation charts):

6 (6.9 "very hard" miles), 18 (8.1 "very hard" -OMG all uphill- miles) and 30 (3.1 "easy" miles).

My other legs are lumpy and mushy and weak (not to mention pasty white). I won't post a photo and I don't think you'll mind.

Yes I ran 2 half marathons, but that was 2 years ago. 2010 involved playing soccer here and there, but not a lot of running in between. I'm out of shape. I have a long way to go. Not only do I have to train to make sure I can run a distance of at least 8 miles, but I have to train uphill. And downhill. And on gravel and trails. And I have to make sure I can do a run at night and wake up the next morning and run again.

The good news is, I've already run a few times and so far 4 miles feels just fine, which means I'm not starting completely over like I did training for the first half marathon in '09. When I started training for that I hadn't run in a couple years and 2 miles hurt.

The other good news is Griz goes running with me and needs to lose a few pounds . The bad news is Griz goes running with me and lifts his leg every 5 minutes.

I'm pretty nervous, but I know if I can get into shape (in a hurry) that it will also be a lot of fun. I'm running with an all-girl team (Girls Just Wanna Run) and you ride around in vans when it's not your turn to run and you get to blast music and wear crazy clothes and cheer for your teammates.

If any of my family and friends (you) want to cheer me on, so I'm not just hearing swear words in my head, I'll meet you in the Wasatch Back in June.

Here's some photos from a past race.