He Was Amazing!

More pix, and a pep talk

This was at mile 18 when I first made contact with TKEEC. Apparently they had been following me for about a mile in snail-slow traffic, but I was jamming out to my ipod so I didn't hear them until they drove right up next to me screaming. It was so great to see them! Their raucous support gave me the push I needed to make it through the next 8.2 miles of death.

This is how I felt at mile 24.

One bite of chocolate peanut butter Clif bar, one suppression of nausea, and one cup of gatorade - and we're off!

Here's a a rear shot of the one from last post. Woohoo!

Thanks to everyone for your support and congratulations. Without waxing too corny, I will say that the significance of this accomplishment, for me, extends far past physical training and endurance. Marathons are without a doubt a mental affair. And yes, it can be argued that those who choose to run them are certifiably insane. Still, I knew going into this and I know now that the completion of this marathon would be as much a triumph of the brain as of the body, and now I have hope once more that I am in control of both. Game on, Mish's brain. Game on.

I'd also like to add that if I can do this, you all can. Seriously. I highly encourage each of you to throw out your preconceived limitations and rethink what you're capable of. I will be running the SLC marathon next April and I would love to have a running buddy this time :)

Shout-out to brother S. on his upcoming marathon this weekend! I have you to thank for giving me the notion in the first place. You're going to own that thing.

ADRIAN!

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Gonna Fly Now

Foreshadow? Not likely. Still, this little piece of nostalgia gives me hope that despite my egregious lack of training, I still have it in me. Knee braces, don't let me down. Vaseline, stay by my side. Gatorade, be my beacon and guide the way. After all this I consecrate my fate to that running deity who doubtless knows what it is like to hit the wall, and whom I consequently trust will be merciful.

In Gratitude

I just wanted to give a little shout-out to those of you (read: every reader of this blog) who have inundated me in recent months with your love, support and prayers. They have been surely felt and I consider myself highly blessed for having access to such a stellar support system. You guys all rock. Someday when the haze has lifted, I promise to tell all (think Bill Clinton, "My Life"). Until then, stay awesome everybody.




To distract from the uncomfy feeling of intimate exposure that I now possess, here's a picture of a venus pie-trap.

Oh yes.

Earlier this week, BYU campus lifted its infamous ban on youtube. The mailroom workers proceeded to celebrate by rewatching every video we had ever seen, plus finding a few rare beauties along the way. I am pleased to present to you: the literal version of Separate Ways. Trust me, you'll thank me.

Oh, and if you enjoy this, I also recommend the literal versions of A-ha's Take On Me
and Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart.

I'm Back in the U.S.S.R.

Dude. It has been quite a while. So much for my Sizzler approach. I think SKISLN is right about my offending some blogger deity; ever since the offense it has been too scary to risk offending him again. Sort of like how it's been too scary to go back to that C-wing bathroom.

It doesn't help that I have nothing to say and no new pictures with which to compensate.

But hey, who said I needed new pictures? I really enjoy the low amount of blogging effort that the picture-caption format entails, so I choose that. I'll save my discussion on the ethics of whaling for next time.

Halloween 08! With the exception of Kathryn aka Shawn Johnson, my roomies and me dressed up as Disney villains; from left to right: Malificent, Madam Mim, Scar, and Ursula. It was fantastic. Oh, and I made Ursula's costume all by myself, heck yes I did.


This is Steph and me doing our own rendition of an emo heart that we saw online. So maybe it's a little on the angular side, but I still think this is a pretty rad picture. Can't you feel the angst?

I realize that stealing a shopping cart is something I ought to have gotten out of my system in junior high, but I'm a late bloomer. His name was Lewis. We rolled him home, carried him up the steps to our apartment, and unloaded our goods right there in the kitchen. He boarded in our living room for a few weeks and then one day he was gone. Later we found out that one of the roomies had taken it upon herself to wheel him back to Smith's. With her boyfriend inside. College is great.



You know, as far as pillows go, butts are some of the comfy-est things your tired head can find.

This is Mo as a bambino. It is hard to describe the unfounded motherly love I feel for her when I look at this picture. The beaglespot understands.


I know we've all seen this one before, but this pic is so epic that I thought it deserved a reprise. And to think, all it took to spark such brilliance was probably a bunch of us standing around together, and Ma, her Kodak-moment radar not to be stymied, suggesting, "Hey kids, why don't you put on these hats and look at me?"