
So I am officially declaring myself a chicken. That's right you all heard me right! Let me explain why I feel this way, first off I have really been debating about cutting my hair short, and by short I mean Victoria Beckham short. Last time I went in to my hair dresser I had talked myself into doing it. I needed a change, and yet I walked out with my long locks still attached. I couldn't bring myself to do it, I sat in my car ashamed at myself for not doing what the initial plan was. So here I am 4 months down the road thinking about it again, knowing that I have to "man-up" (or woman-up) and just bring myself to doing it. So I wanted to see what you all thought. Should I cut it so short or should I just keep on trimming it? I need some advice!


Moving on to the currency of our lives, I had a couple things I wanted to post about. Such as the 1/2 marathon that I completed in Logan last weekend. I cannot tell you how excited I was that morning, cause to be honest I was more worried about my time and body than really enjoying the moment. I thought to myself many times through out the race that life would be so much simpler if I wasn't so addicted to running my guts out. I love to run and feel the breeze as it crosses my face. I love the stress that just melts off, and the simple peace of mind I have while doing it. This very day I hit a wall around mile 11 and as soon as I saw that cone I thought to my self man this should be the end, can I just finish right here?! I wanted to stop but I had to keep pushing myself to continue and before I knew it there is was the big finish! I started to sprint only having had a Charley horse since mile 7 my legs were beat. I finished at two hours 7 seconds a little shy of my goal for one hour 50 minutes but I am attributing that due to my friend charlie who happens to be a horse.....

Last but not least, in my earlier post I talked about my brother Garrett getting home from his mission Aug 20th. Boy was that a great day! It was so exhilarating to see him coming down the escalator and knowing that I haven't seen this kid for 2 whole stinkin years! He looks great a little shell shocked but I don't think that isn't something I cant change, nor my family for that matter. All in all we are grateful he came home safe and we are happy to have him back!