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Meeting mom for lunch at Cracker Barrel.


Joe was “rockin’ while rocking” in the chairs outside the restaurant.

Another weekend, we went to the park for free ice cream, watermelon, and fireworks! My hair has faded to a lovely patriotic blue!

A lovely, beautiful night.


Headed to the ranch again this weekend. Here’s some shots from last time:
Coffee with a crazy haired man.








When I get back from a run, I almost always plop onto the cushioned bench on our porch and listen to music until it gets dark. The kitties know when I’m out there, so they will paw at the blinds until Joe raises them. I know this is a horrible grainy picture, but it makes me happy peeking in the window to my messy living room, both cats in the window sill, and Joe working on something for etsy.


Father’s Day took place while our church was having a series called “Take It Like A Man” (hence Joe’s awesome tshirt). They passed out fake mustaches in the lobby. Joe’s so manly he has THREE mustaches at once!

John, Joe, and Jeremiah. None of us could stop laughing the whole time I was taking this picture. It took me several tries because we all kept cracking up. haha





I did it!! The race was scheduled to begin at 9:00am and we got there at 7:20am! I had plenty of time to walk around and scope things out. I got lots of last minute support from friends and family, and it was exactly what I needed!! When we had picked up my packet a couple days before, I felt really self conscious and out of place. Packet pick-up was in a really nice area of town and everyone was extremely fit and wearing trendy neon work out clothes. I think I was the only one in “normal” clothes. I felt awkward. BUT when I arrived at the race on Saturday, there was such a wide array of people that I didn’t feel out of place at all. My nerves were still crazy though!! When it came time to line up at the starting line, some people were already throwing color packs in the air. Some landed on me, which was cool. What was NOT cool was being packed in like sardines and having random people pulling at my shirt and wiping their hands across me so they could “steal” some of my color. I was being grabbed at from all directions and I felt like punching everyone in my immediate circle. On top of that, my music was skipping over the 3G. Sweat started trickling down my back and I was starting to feel like this might suck, a lot.

Once my wave of runners finally got going I breathed a huge sigh of relief that no one was touching me. Then my music started streaming loud and clear. Everyone was cheering from excitement, and I got the doofiest smile on my face. I couldn’t hide it at all. I was having a freaking blast! I kept looking around and realizing that every level of fitness was represented here. Then a few minutes later, after those representing the higher level of fitness had left us in their colorful dust, I couldn’t help but smile at “my people”.
Somehow when preparing for this race, I had been worried that I would be so slow and embarrass myself in front of the fast runners. Um, hello. The fast runners are long gone and aren’t looking back. All that was left was a crowd of people in my fitness range. And even more surprising was the amount of people I left in MY colorful dust. Yeah! I got a text from Joe that said “I’m at purple. Green is first” so the first half of the race I just kept trying to look ahead and see if I could see the purple cloud yet. When I finally neared the purple color station, I tried to text him while I was running. But I ended up accidentally sending “Purple soon!” to his aunt instead, because she was the last person to send me encouragement right before the race. I ran through the station and heard Joe yelling “Hello Lady!!” which was awesome. I was bummed that I didn’t get ONE speck of purple on me (my favorite color, if you’re new here). Joe helped me out later by dumping an entire purple packet in my face.
I started to get chills the last half mile. I didn’t know it at the time, but later Joe told me it was 101 degrees while I was out there. I’m so glad i didn’t know. I could feel the heat, and I definitely took fast walking breaks. When I saw the finish line and could hear people cheering, I picked up my pace and ran straight for it. Then I came to a dead stop because the crowd of people crossing the finish line was so large. The sudden stop, mixed with the heat, mixed with the cloud of pink powder was breathing in (it was so thick, i couldn’t see) made my vision go black for a split second. I got a head rush and felt my knees start to buckle so I said out loud to myself “No, no, no. Not right here.” Thankfully, i didn’t pass out, and once I found some shade and water I was fine.
Then Joe found his way back to me and we took more pictures!

He didn’t even run (NEXT TIME HE WILL!) but he still got color bombed a little bit.




It was a blast and I am SO doing it again! #bekah and Andrew did this in VA Beach. We’re already trying to figure out when the 4 of us can do it together—maybe even in tutus and funky knee socks? hahaha

Here’s 3 minutes and 14 seconds of radness:

A few months ago I signed up for my very first 5k. I had started going for walks on a regular basis last year. I slowly have been working my way through a c25k program. I can now run for 5-8 minutes at a time, with fast walking in between. I have noticed a huge difference in my energy levels. One of my biggest problems in staying healthy is that I typically forget to take time to eat enough. I put off meals and then I find myself wanting to ravenously inhale a bunch of food at the end of the day. But now that I’ve started running, its another reminder that my body needs constant water and consistent fuel. I can NOT forget to eat or skimp on water because I’ll get side cramps or run out of steam while I’m out for a run.





I feel like there are real runners and then people who hate exercising. So I ask the “real runners” for advice but they use big terminology and I feel like they don’t get where I am coming from. On the flip side, the “non-runners” I talk to kind of discourage me with their “why waste the energy” attitude.
So what am I? Am I couch potato or a runner? Is there somewhere in between or do I just have to choose one? Why do I think I need to fit in with other people to try something new? Maybe its okay to be my own category. Maybe once I get out there I will realize there ARE others in the same category as me.
That’s been my discovery when working my way through my 43things list. I want to do it. It doesn’t matter if anyone else does it. But once I do it, I find people that I click with. I’ve always feared being friendless or offending people. I’m learning that friendships fade and some people will even dislike me for reasons I can’t control. Why let it drain my life away? It’s so much more fulfilling to go towards what I want and then discover new friends along the way. It isn’t easy, but it is fulfilling.”




These first two pictures are from the first time I did some dog sitting for my mom. I was covered in dog slobber and my “fashionably ripped” jeans turned into a gaping hole, but it was a lot of fun (most of the time, haha).



























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