22 yrs and counting.

There's not a whole lot to say about being 22. Nothing special comes with this age really besides more wisdom perhaps- maybe a little more respect from 20 yr olds. Maybe I stand a little taller, but maybe the gravity of years actually makes me slouch more. Maybe I'm a little wiser, but maybe really I just think I know it all which makes me a fool. I really could go either way at this cross roads of 21 and 22. Let me just say, thank you mother, for giving birth to me. I'm sure it wasn't pleasant. And thank you parents, for raising me to be who I am today. I feel grateful for all the lovin and punishin you've given me throughout the years. I owe you a mother-in-law apartment rent free when I get older.

Ragnar Runnin

I forgot to write about ragnar. I did it! I ran 20 miles. The first 7 miles were in Logan, and I didn't walk even once! It was a great accomplishment for me. The next 8.3 miles were down a mountain. I held a 8.3 min/mile pace! Fast. I did walk a little bit though...The last 5 miles were death. I was so tired, they felt more like 20 miles in and of themselves. I was quite slow, and walked quite a bit. It was also quite early in the morning. The whole weekend was quite exhasting. But we did luck out and get a few hours of peaceful sleep in a high school auditorium. I will treasure those hours always. Our team finished the 191 miles in about 34 hours I think. We could have done better, but everyone on our team was injured or dying. Becca had a stress fracture in her foot, Richard didn't even start training until the week before and didn't own a real pair of running shoes so his knees were shot after the first leg, Jon had a foot injury, etc. Uncle Tom was inspiring though. I am so impressed that he did it, and didn't complain once. I hope that when I'm his age, I can do stuff like Ragnar. By the time I got back to Provo Saturday night, I thought I would never be energized again. I was quite worried about starting EFY the next day. Sunday I woke up for church, and was nearly in tears my body was so tired. In church I was a total loon, yet I had to conduct relief society. Nbd. :) After church I did get to take about a 2 hr nap before going to check in for EFY, and when I woke up I wasn't sore at all, and I felt completely rested. Totally a tender mercy! I never was sore, and I felt great for the whole week. My knee is a little weird from the whole thing, but I figure if I just don't run for the rest of summer, I'll be fine. So that is my plan. No running allowed.