Believe it or not

Our first Marathon together! The first words out of Bry's mouth at the end of 26.2 miles were "How did you talk me into this?" For the record, he wanted to run a marathon, he signed up for a marathon, and I didn't sign up for a few months later, although he would never admit to this. Regardless, somehow yesterday morning at 4:30 am we were at the top of Provo canyon, somehow we together accomplished the daunting task of a marathon, and today we feel 60 years older and can't help but moan and groan at every muscle movement. Was it worth it? Definately. It is so empowering to be able to do something you didn't think your body was capable of.
I was pretty suprised in the car ride home when I heard the words from my husband's mouth, "Next marathon, I want to..." We decided that we made some mistakes on this marathon and that next marathon we will...
1.) Not do taebo/play basketball the week of the marathon because then your legs will start out being sore, and you may have a strained calf.
2.) Organize ipod with only marathon running music, or else you may end up with general conference in your last 3 miles, which is a good thing at any time other than running a marathon.
3.) Drink metamucil the night before the marathon (Bry had some issues during).
4.) Eat goos even if you don't think you need it.
5.) Cut tonails before the race.
5.) Train harder: do speed work, do more hill training (then we might not be so sore), push ourselves harder during long runs.
6.)Set your goal pace and stick to it, don't speed up if you are feeling good (Bry fell behind because he had to go to the bathroom, then sped up to catch up to me, and then he was hurting in the end).
7.) Have camera ready at the end! (we forgot this, note our ghetto pics in our front yard because we forgot to take pictures at the race).

Overall it was a great experience. Personally, I think anyone can run a marathon. I agree that we are crazy for actually wanting to run one, but what's new?

*If you are looking for a good movie to watch, go rent Forever Strong. We loved it!*

Confession

I love school supplies. When I was younger, my favorite game was to play school. My sisters and I would argue over who's turn it was to be the teacher and then we would spend hours setting up, making copies and lesson plans, coloring, assigning homework, giving each other personal responsibility points (what you get when you are misbehaving. If you get enough you can't go on the class field trip at the end of the month.) As my husband thinks is weird and my mom can attest, I have always loved school. Maybe its because my mom is a teacher, but there is something weirdly invigorating about picking out the perfect planner, binder, notebook, dividers, you name it. I love organizing my supplies and filling in my brand new planner. Is that weird? Am I going into the wrong profession?

hippies and snuggies

I finally made it back to Ashland, Oregon (Bryan's hometown) after being married for over 9 months. I can for sure say that I learned a lot more about my husband by visiting his hometown and the house that he grew up in. I never realized that I grew up in a big city, but Ashland quickly helped me see that. My favorite parts of our trip were running through Lithia park (a beatiful park right by his house) almost every morning, going to the coast and going on some awesome hikes and a jet boat ride, and experiencing hippie town. I loved spending time with Bry's parents, finally meeting some of his high school friends that I have heard so much about, learning how to fly fish, and going to the famous Ashland Shakespeare festival. I can definately see why Bry loves Ashland so much. I love its beauty and diversity.


We went on this fun jet boat ride and learned a lot about the wild life on the Rogue River.

I didn't have much success, but Bry was an excellent fly fishing instructer.


We headed back to Utah a day early for Bry's intramural softball game. Sadly they lost, but I loved watching the team all season. Bry definately has some tricks up his sleeve. I didn't get any action shots, but Bry is the one with the sweet trucker hat from D.I.


Lynds and I being loyal fans.

Oh ya and I turned 22 a few weeks ago. One of my presents arrived late and was here when we got back from Oregon...






It suits him well don't you think?