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10 Down, 13.1 To Go

Today I ran ten miles.

The furthest I’ve ever run in my life.

Without stopping.

Without bribes.

Without being chased by a bear.

Without dying of a myocardial infarction.

And most surprising of all…without swearing that I’d never do it again.

So Kristie convinced me that I needed to do a 10 mile run before the 13.1 mile half marathon this Saturday. I tried my best to convince her that I’d rather have one day of double-misery than two days of normal misery, but she wouldn’t let me off the hook. The trail we picked was absolutely gorgeous. It took us 5 miles up Provo Canyon on the bike/jogger trail and then 5 miles back down. The fresh air, mountain backdrop and sunny skies were about as ideal as I could have imagined. On the way up we got a great view of Bridal Veil Falls.

 

Kristie used her Nike Plus to monitor our pace and distance…it’s a pretty sweet little device. She’s logged over 215 miles with it since I bought it for her as a Christmas present. We did the math yesterday, and figure that she’s run about 3,200 miles in the last four years. That’s about the length of the United States from coast to coast. Pretty cool, huh?!

To be honest, the run wasn’t all that tough. I think I’ll be okay on Saturday, which is a big relief. I just hope Kristie doesn’t lap me.

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I’ll teach you howta stunt…

Yes, that’s a line from 50 Cent’s Stunt 101.

Even cooler however, is this little number. Check out Kristie’s mad skillz:

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The Road to Nowhere

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On Tuesday, my co-worker Robert and I hopped a plane to Phoenix en route to the Greer Lodge Resort in northern Arizona to meet with a client. Here’s a list of the Top 3 noteworthy things I experienced while in Phoenix:

  1. In-N-Out.
  2. Saguaro cactus. Lots.
  3. An aggravated assault staged on the vehicle directly behind me at a traffic light in broad daylight, downtown.

So we’re just chillin’ in our rental car behind a vehicle at a stop light. Car number one is just idling behind us when car number two pulls up beside it. Guy from car number two jumps out from behind the wheel, runs over to the front of car number one, and proceeds to bash in the windshield with the butt-end of a knife. He then runs over to the drivers side of car number one, rips open the door and tries to drag the dude out on to the pavement. I think he would have stabbed him had the driver of car number one not thrown his car into reverse, thereby knocking the assailant onto the asphalt with very door he’d just pried open. Car number one then roars about 50-yards in reverse (on a two-lane highway) while the assailant jumps back into car number two to follow suit. Instead of chasing all the way in reverse however, driver number two slams on the brakes, jerks the wheel around and spins 180-degrees to start driving, against traffic, towards car number one. All of this was happening, mind you, while we were waiting dumbstruck at the light. Car number one then puts it in gear and roars back toward us, barely avoiding getting clipped by car number two. Just then the light turned green, so I put the pedal to the metal in our Pontiac G6 and shifted lanes in time to steer clear of the ensuing chase. We never saw how the whole thing ended, but I’m sure it’s the kind of thing that would escalate, especially if it wasn’t resolved that day. I’m just glad we didn’t get ourselves mixed up in it.

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After departing Phoenix we drove through a series of small Arizona towns, up through the white mountains, to Highway 373, lovingly dubbed “The Road to Nowhere.” It’s called that because the highway is approximately 5 miles long and connects with absolutely nothing. It just turns into a forest. It is here that Doug Sandahl of the Greer Lodge Resort has created his unique brand of luxury cabins nestled in the heart of the Arizona wilderness. It’s geared towards people who love the outdoors, but don’t want to to experience them in a leaky pup tent or a run-down cabin. His lodges and B&B feel like a wilderness-themed Ritz Carlton that’s 4 hours off the beaten path.

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But after all is said and done, it’s the little details that make each room a masterpiece…the 350-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, the king size mattress, the Bose soundsystem, the hand selected books and music, the couple’s spa and walk in shower. All of it with a rustic log cabin feel that blends in perfectly with its environment. [Whoa, sorry, I think I just unintentionally wrote the opening paragraph their next promotional pamphlet.] Anyways, Robert and I were treated to the full “Greer Lodge experience,” which made for an excellent environment to conduct business and enjoy a two-day excursion. Here’s a picture of Robert, me, Juliana (Doug’s assistant) and Doug.

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The only thing that could have improved our stay was if I’d been able to have Kristie there with me. Maybe we can slip away for a night at their B&B one of these days…here’s hoping.

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Oh crap.

This just in:

“03/24/08, Associated Press – Provo, UT. Kristie McConnon has talked her weak-minded husband into running a half-marathon with her in two weeks time. When asked what in the world he was thinking when he agreed to *pay* someone to allow him to perform the agonizing exercise that he could just as well do for free, he merely stated: “oh man, I don’t even know.” Check back often for further developments. Details regarding the race can be found at run13.com.”

*Please take note: This post was not tagged in the “fun things” category.

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Easter Sunday

Last night I was browsing through this blog’s analytics data, and happened upon a visit from bobbyandkathryn.blogspot.com. Not only was I excited to find more friends in the blogosphere, I was also particularly impressed with their most recent posts. In addition to a loving tribute to Kathryn’s brother, there is also a thoughtful post about the sacred significance of Easter.

The post got us talking. Where should Easter eggs and the Easter bunny fit in the whole scheme of things? I mean, the kid in us loves that stuff, don’t get me wrong, but does it detract from the weightier matters? I’m sure we’ll be especially mindful of this in years to come. I certainly am grateful for our Savior and the hope that the Easter message brings me.

This year we did take a little time to do the kid stuff, however. Kristie woke me up with an easter basket full of chocolate (yay!) before church:

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and we had a do-it-yourself egg coloring hour ’cause the grocery store had sold out of those cheap-o little kits the night before. It worked out great, thanks to a little help from eHow.

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Home Improvement With Spray Paint

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My good buddy Fudge tipped me off that the Glenwood apartment complex (Glen-hood, to you locals) was giving away their old dressers (chests of drawers?) for free-ninety-nine because they were outfitting the place with new ones. So I managed to pick up two and wrestle them into the back of the Landcruiser. The first problem was that they were u-g-l-y. It was no wonder they were getting rid of them. And the second problem was that they were brown, and wouldn’t have fit with the style of our bedroom. So we took a trip to Home Depot and bought 7 cans of black semi-gloss spray paint, figuring that if it still didn’t look good after a few coats, we’d only be out a few bucks.

So after unscrewing all the drawer handles, dusting profusely and removing 3-year-old balled up socks from the neither-regions of the dressers, we got our paint on. It took all seven cans, but the results were beautiful. Here are a few pictures of the work in progress:

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And here they are once we placed them in the room:

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Oh and a bit of advice: If you try this at home, please know just because the spray paint is dry, doesn’t mean it won’t fill your place with potent, noxious fumes. Leave it outside for a day, I wish I had.

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Park City Film Series – Part Two: Steep

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A couple of weeks ago we did Park City for dinner and a movie, and had so much fun that we decided to do it again. Here’s a quick recap:

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On Friday we missed out on a chance to go night skiing with Jer and Ked at Brighton (stupid work, stupid school). And while looking for a way to salvage our evening, I saw that the Park City Film Series was featuring the ski documentary called Steep. I figured that if I couldn’t be skiing myself, maybe the next best thing would be watching other people skiing.

It was. Guys, check out this trailer for Steep…if that doesn’t get your adrenaline flowing there’s a fair chance that you’re already dead. Now all I want to do is make enough money to buy a plane trip to Alaska and heli-ski the Chugatch. Who’s with me?

Before the film Kristie ordered (and ate) a burger that was as big as her head. Seriously, look:

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That’s my girl!

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Innertube Water Polo, Sport of Kings

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So I’m on an innertube water polo team. Or was. We called ourselves “Team Chlorine.” (I, for the record, wanted to be called “the Inner-Tubulars,” but my nomination was shot down…as it was last year, and the year before.)

Innertube water polo, for those new to the “sport,” is a quite a spectacle to behold. It features two teams of highly-coordinated individuals bouncing around a swimming pool in pastel pink-and-yellow innertubes. These individuals, as far as I’ve gathered, are supposed to propel themselves in the water by wildly flailing their arms and legs to generate something akin to momentum. Once moving, they try to pass or shoot a ball into the opponents goal without tipping over, losing the ball, or giving up in embarrassment.

Tonight was our first tournament match, and sadly, like the Cougars, we exited in the first round. It was a tough loss for all of us, but now I get to look forward to our wheelchair rugby season this fall. That’s right, innertube water polo and wheelchair rugby. Jealous? Somehow I always end up playing the kind of sports that only six-year-olds would think are cool. Unless you’re in college, and so over “being cool.”

Here’s a shot of some members of Team Chlorine after the match:

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Our courageous captain left us with a rousing speech that ended with something like, “We did not die like dogs, no! We fought like lions, and feasted on their haunches” or something to that effect. Anyways, it was moving.

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March Madness 2008

I’ve filled out a bracket with Theron’s Ivy House Group, and I set up a last minute contest here at work. Kristie filled out an Ivy House one too. And apparently my friends know she’s a bracket shark, cause they’re scared. Look:

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Here’s a little math equation for ya:

Lame prize and winner > Cool prize and hater.

How do you like dem apples?!

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Weekend in Idaho

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I think we’re averaging about one weekend per month in town…but that’s the way I like it.

On Friday, Kristie, Kendra, Lady and I took a ride in the Manwaring’s new Hyundai up to Franklin, ID for Danny and Branae’s reception. The ride was pretty uneventful, save for the fact that Lady kept jumping over the back seat to lick my neck every time I tried to sleep. [For the record, Lady is a canine and I wasn't the driver.] Nathan left earlier that day and met us there at the chapel.

It was great to see all the extended family again…John and Heidi even flew up from Phoenix with their 5 adorable girls. They make me want to have a bunch of blonde little Kristie’s running around our house someday. Danny and Branae looked terrific, it was nice to actually meet and get to know the both of them. Until this weekend I’d heard lots of stories about Danny and only seen pictures of Branae. They’re a cool couple…they’ll make a great addition to our ever-expanding group of newlyweds.

So I think I managed to eat about half of the reception food that evening because I skipped dinner. And I probably ate half of the leftovers at grandma and grandpa Haworth’s during the next two days. I guess that’s what happens when aunt Kathy and Debbie are cooking. [note to self: find that lemon poundcake recipe]

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Saturday day we played around with the snowmobiles and went tubing on the hill across the field from the farm. I’d actually never been snowmobiling before, so Jeff took me up the foothills to an open area so that I could injure myself in relative privacy, as opposed to doing it in front of the entire family. (Hey! Look! The snowmobile’s on his head! He must be from the east.) I actually made it out okay though, I didn’t break myself or the sled. (That’s right, sled. If you want to sound cool, you should refer to your snowmobile as a “sled” at least once or twice in conversation. Which reminds me, I urge readers of this blog to continue reading in the future so that they can acquire other invaluable tidbits of information, like that gem I just gave away for free.)

It was grandpa’s birthday this weekend too…he’s a pretty incredible guy. At 76 he’s out working on the farm every day, lifting and hauling like he’s still 20. I’m also rather partial to him because he’s such an avid Red Sox fan. Has been since Ted Williams. He’s part of a dying breed, a guy who grew up when baseball still was America’s favorite pastime. I really hope Kristie and I can get back up there soon so that I can sit and watch a Sox game with him. I’d love it.

His loyalty to Boston almost makes up for the fact that he’s a Ute fan.