I'm guessing that when I watched 20 seasons of the Amazing Race a year or two ago I probably posted on here about the same things I'm going to post now, but I'm going to post now about it anyway. The trick will be to see if Blogger allows this post to actually be published. Here are a few thoughts:
1. Can it really be possible that after 23, almost 24 seasons, no one has died in a fiery taxi crash in a third-world country? This just seems miraculous to me. In Season One, the teams go to Bangladesh and go screaming through the streets in three-wheeled taxi carts at ridiculous speeds, scooting around buses and trucks and barely squeaking by. There were no stop signs, traffic lights, lines on the roads, or order of any kind. Yet no one died. Amazing.
2. American tourists already have a bad rep for being loud and obnoxious. Offer American tourists a million bucks if they hurry really fast through foreign lands, and they become ridiculously abrasive and embarrassing. Which is why I'm surprised that no one has started a war between the U.S. and the rest of the world. I think the most cringe-worthy behavior exhibited is the screaming at taxi drivers that "IT'S AN EMERGENCY! MOVE YOUR (insert crude word for bottom)!!!" Ian and Terry from Season 3, Ian in particular, made us all look like jerks. When he wasn't saying something offensive about the culture, he was either yelling "Come ON, Terry!" or "DRIVE FASTER! Man, this country is full of morons!" I was very glad he didn't win.
3. I want Phil's job. Everyone is happy to see him, he gets to travel all over the world, someone does his hair and make-up, and he probably flies first class and stays in fancy hotels wherever he travels. Lucky. If only my teeth were that white and I had a cool accent.
4. There seem to be consistent types of teams from season to season. The "We're Seeing if Our Relationship Can Be Salvaged by Going a Month without Sleep and Enduring High Levels of Stress," the "We're Buddies that Have Never Been Annoyed by Each Other Until We Just Found Out Neither of Us Can Drive Stick or Read a Map," the "We're Finally Done Having Little Kids and Want to See the World" Married Couples, and Siblings. The most functional teams I've seen are Siblings and Married Couples. I honestly don't understand the whole idea behind thinking that having cameras following you around while you are dealing with preexisting relationship issues will bring you closer as a couple. Most of the time what it becomes is a chance to bicker on every continent. The friends always amuse me greatly. There have been a few successful friendship teams (Season One winners and the Cha Cha Chas, for example), but most of them seem to leave a little less chummy than they were at the beginning. The Siblings are used to being annoyed by each other, and have already spent their whole lives together, so they are the perfect team. So, my siblings, anyone want to listen to me cry for a month and give the Amazing Race a try? My husband gets stressed out just watching the show, so he's a no go.
5. There are also the Nice vs. Wicked and Sneaky teams. I'm always extra happy to see the nice teams win. The Cha Cha Chas and the Cowboys are my favorite teams ever. They are classy and also kicked butt. The current season also has a team from Utah, so naturally I want them to win, but if they don't, I sure hope it's the Cowboys. Colin and Christie from season 5 are the epitome of Wicked and Sneaky, with a side of Anger Issues. His meltdowns are priceless. The meltdowns come in every season, and it's usually hilarious to me. Maybe that means I'm a horrible person that would be on the Wicked and Sneaky side and not the Nice side. I just know I'd be on the crying side.
Seasons 1-22 are available on Hulu+. Come on. If you can't travel, watch other people do it. It's fun!
Monday, April 21, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
A word
I just spent an hour writing a post for this lovely, neglected blog. However, blogger decided that instead of publishing it, it would save an older version of the post that I had reworked completely. I give up. The point of my long, carefully written post was that I'm in the mood to post again (maybe), and that I'm addicted to The Amazing Race because I never get to go anywhere exotic anymore. That's all. Let's see if Blogger decides that this is worth publishing.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Word to my sister friend
In my last post I listed some ways I pulled myself out of a funk I'd been in all summer. But what I failed to mention is what woke me up to the fact that I was struggling and needed to pull myself out of my terrible rut.
This is my friend, Rachel Knecht. She was my roommate for 3 years in college, and we are as kindred as kindred spirits can get. We are both short, but in her family I'm referred to as the Short Rachel, being an inch shorter than her. Her dad would call and ask for "The Tall Rachel" when he wanted to talk. We share a love of ANTM, coloring (I covet that set of crayons she's holding), Mr. Darcy, Mr. Thornton, and chocolate. We get the same jokes. We are soul sisters.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
The Funk is Gone
I swore I was going to blog regularly all summer. But then I didn't. And I got in a big old funk and didn't feel like doing much of anything, especially not blogging and trying to be witty. I'm still not feeling particularly witty but I'm not in that funk anymore. And here are some things that pulled me out of that funk:
I read this book a few years ago and tossed it aside because I thought it was kind of dumb. Then my parents told me a few weeks ago to go see this movie. They said they'd laughed a lot. I thought maybe I'd get around to it if I could talk a friend into going with me. Then I decided I really needed to get out, and pull myself out of the funk I was in. I figured a silly movie might help. I didn't have high expectations, especially after having read the book. My friend and I hit the theater and caught a late night showing. It was us and a bunch of other women in the theater, and it was like a huge girls' night. At one point a woman sitting somewhere behind us yelled out, "She's got a bird in her hair!" and the whole theater erupted into laughter. We'd already been laughing a lot. I went back and saw it again a week later with the same friend and one other that really needed to see it as well. It's showing up at my doorstep from Amazon the second it's released on DVD. It got horrible reviews. From a bunch of grumpy old men that don't get the joke. It pulled the funk right out of me, and that's all the review I need.
Remember this show? Remember when it was good? I spent a few weeks watching One Tree Hill, and realized it was driving me deeper into the funk I was in. So much angst and drama, and so little joy and humor. I was digging through the DVDs one day to get out the next Animaniacs disc for my son, and ran across my DVDs of Vampire Diaries, season one. Eureka! Oh my, how I've missed that show. I had forgotten how good the first few seasons were. Remember Aunt Jenna? And nice Rick Salzman? And all the pre-Klaus fun? Yeah, I'd forgotten. So. Much. Fun. And watching something that fun pulled me off the couch and into the laundry room. I started putting away toys. I swept the floor. No, this show isn't miraculous or deep. It's just fun, and I needed to remember fun.
I went to visit my sister with my mom back in July, and my sister pulled out the tennis racquets and balls and took us to the tennis courts. I hadn't really played since I was 14 and was taking tennis lessons. I was terrible then, and I'm terrible now, but dang, it's fun! I came back from Colorado, got a racquet and a bucket of balls, snagged a few super cute tennis skirts from Albion, and started playing tennis with my friend. She is much better than me, and played on the team in high school, but I'm getting better, and sometimes I even hit it into the court. Tennis is way more fun than slogging along on a walk or doing sit-ups. Of course, I'm not going to look like What's-Her-Name Sharapova, but it feels great to get outside and move around. In a cute skirt.
And there you go. Feeling down and having a hard time happens. The important thing is pulling yourself out.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I'm not dead, just lazy
Holy buckets it's been a long time since my last post. I blame Netflix, Hulu+ and my iPad. Also I'm lazy. So here comes a random assortment of thoughts from the last 3 months.
1. I did it. I mountain biked the White Rim Trail for real. See?
It was brutally hard. I walked my bike up (and down) the steepest parts, I got frustrated from time to time, I may have cried a little, and I hopped in the truck when things were looking super duper hard. But I did it. I actually rode my bike for most of the trip, and even ended up with some battle wounds on my knees. At one point I had a meltdown in the middle of the night, after snoring, rain, and a battle with my sleeping bag seemed like just too much for one person to endure. Then I found Tim's spare earplugs, defeated the mummy bag (there may be a slight tear in the top to allow more room for my arms to escape), buried my head, and slept it off. I have never done anything even approaching the physical difficulty of that trip. I was convinced it was going to be no big deal, having prepared by hauling my kids behind me in the trailer up and down the paved hills of North Ogden. Apparently, riding a bike on dirt with big rocks in the way and slippery gravel around is nothing like paved, gently sloping foothills. The fact that I made it out of there is miraculous and I am quite proud of myself. I plan on doing it again. The views were incredible. I got to see parts of Canyonlands that you can only truly enjoy slowly (or in my case, at a snail's pace). It was worth every ache and pain. By the way, I found out what a true champion my husband is. He could have left me in the dust and joined the menfolk ahead of us, but he hung back with me almost the entire time. What a man.
2. We're reading "What Alice Forgot" by Liane Moriarty for book group. I recommended it. I just read it for the second time, and I liked it even more than on the first read. Imagine waking up on the floor of a gym, surrounded by what seem to be strangers, wondering why you're there. Imagine having your husband treat you horribly when you call and tell him you're in the hospital with a giant bump on your head. Imagine being told it's ten years later than you remember, and you've lost 10 years of memories, including the birth of your children. That's the book. It got me thinking, What if I thought it was 2003? My first reaction would be, "Wow. You've really let yourself go. Also, this house is a disaster! When did I stop cleaning?" Mind you, 10 years ago I was a newlywed that was still child free and had a rocking body. I was also taking care of an apartment the size of a postage stamp and had great visions of how pristine my house was going to be, and how nicely decorated, like a magazine. And I was going to be a famous flutist as well as an amazing mom. So, what were you like ten years ago? (Besides younger) Just some thoughts for you to mull over.
3. I'm rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That's a great show. Also, the flashbacks of Angel in his old days are fantastic. The facial hair alone has got to be enough to make David Boreanez be a tiny bit embarrassed. (I just watched one where he has long hair and a mustache. Glorious.) If you still haven't watched it, you should. Seriously. (You can skip a lot of the last few seasons, but don't skip the episode called "Hush" or the one where everyone is singing. Those, you must watch.)
4. I got an iPad for Mothers' Day. I've turned into a complete couch potato. And I'm addicted to Candy Crush Saga. I'm in trouble.
That's it. That's what I have to say.
1. I did it. I mountain biked the White Rim Trail for real. See?
It was brutally hard. I walked my bike up (and down) the steepest parts, I got frustrated from time to time, I may have cried a little, and I hopped in the truck when things were looking super duper hard. But I did it. I actually rode my bike for most of the trip, and even ended up with some battle wounds on my knees. At one point I had a meltdown in the middle of the night, after snoring, rain, and a battle with my sleeping bag seemed like just too much for one person to endure. Then I found Tim's spare earplugs, defeated the mummy bag (there may be a slight tear in the top to allow more room for my arms to escape), buried my head, and slept it off. I have never done anything even approaching the physical difficulty of that trip. I was convinced it was going to be no big deal, having prepared by hauling my kids behind me in the trailer up and down the paved hills of North Ogden. Apparently, riding a bike on dirt with big rocks in the way and slippery gravel around is nothing like paved, gently sloping foothills. The fact that I made it out of there is miraculous and I am quite proud of myself. I plan on doing it again. The views were incredible. I got to see parts of Canyonlands that you can only truly enjoy slowly (or in my case, at a snail's pace). It was worth every ache and pain. By the way, I found out what a true champion my husband is. He could have left me in the dust and joined the menfolk ahead of us, but he hung back with me almost the entire time. What a man.
2. We're reading "What Alice Forgot" by Liane Moriarty for book group. I recommended it. I just read it for the second time, and I liked it even more than on the first read. Imagine waking up on the floor of a gym, surrounded by what seem to be strangers, wondering why you're there. Imagine having your husband treat you horribly when you call and tell him you're in the hospital with a giant bump on your head. Imagine being told it's ten years later than you remember, and you've lost 10 years of memories, including the birth of your children. That's the book. It got me thinking, What if I thought it was 2003? My first reaction would be, "Wow. You've really let yourself go. Also, this house is a disaster! When did I stop cleaning?" Mind you, 10 years ago I was a newlywed that was still child free and had a rocking body. I was also taking care of an apartment the size of a postage stamp and had great visions of how pristine my house was going to be, and how nicely decorated, like a magazine. And I was going to be a famous flutist as well as an amazing mom. So, what were you like ten years ago? (Besides younger) Just some thoughts for you to mull over.
3. I'm rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That's a great show. Also, the flashbacks of Angel in his old days are fantastic. The facial hair alone has got to be enough to make David Boreanez be a tiny bit embarrassed. (I just watched one where he has long hair and a mustache. Glorious.) If you still haven't watched it, you should. Seriously. (You can skip a lot of the last few seasons, but don't skip the episode called "Hush" or the one where everyone is singing. Those, you must watch.)
4. I got an iPad for Mothers' Day. I've turned into a complete couch potato. And I'm addicted to Candy Crush Saga. I'm in trouble.
That's it. That's what I have to say.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Another Fitness Goal
Remember when I did my weight loss contest? I put it all out there with pictures and my deep down feelings. And I finished my contest, and posted my results, and even put a picture of myself in a swimsuit on Facebook. And then the coldest, most miserable winter came. I'm not going to say I gained a bunch of weight, because I didn't. What I did gain is flab. I turned into a tired, lazy blob on my couch. I did jumping jacks now and then to feel less guilty about all my loafing. I was feeling like winter was NEVER GOING TO END. Then my mom called and invited Tim and me to go on the White Rim Trail with her and a bunch of other fantastic people. It was like the clouds parted, the bad air lifted, and I could see the light at the end of the horrid tunnel of winter. But here's the thing: The White Rim Trial is 100 miles long, and we're doing it over the course of 4 days. That averages 25 miles a day on a bike. I have a very nice bike, who has been waiting patiently for the past 10 years to be taken onto dirt. Meaning, I haven't ridden my bike for real for 10 years.
So here are my goals for the next 6 weeks:
1. To not have a sore bum while riding, because I'm already used to it. Guess what? I've already accomplished that goal, and it's only been a few weeks! Done! (I only listed it here so I can feel like I'm making some progress.)
2. To not have a heart attack while going up a hill. Also to not have my lungs burst while going up a hill. Or, more accurately, I'd like to not feel like both of those things will occur every time there's a little slope in the road. Today on my ride I was seriously concerned for my body and its limits. I didn't die, so I'm on my way!
3. To be able to ride for 20 miles at a stretch. I'm not sure how I'm going to accomplish this. I need to find a route near my house that doesn't involve hauling the trailer with my precious children encased inside it onto busy roads with wackadoo drivers right and left. Which is a challenge. The ride to the library is only 4 miles, round trip.
4. My final goal is to get to Canyonlands, get on that trail, and kick its butt (sorry for the language, mom). I don't want to be the sad girl at the back, sobbing because it's just too hard (there's one in every season on the Amazing Race. I know the type, and I might be it). I also don't want to spend the whole time in the truck, being a wimp. I got all those fancy biking shorts and gloves and bike computer and shoes and special biking socks so I can ride my bike. So, basically, I want to have a good time on the trip in May, on my bike.
It's the first time in my life that I look forward to getting on my bike every day. I have friends that tell me that they used to hate running, but now they're addicted to it, and love it, and it doesn't make them miserable anymore. I can't picture myself ever feeling that way about running. Ever. But I used to dread getting on my bike because it hurt my bum, and it was hard, and my legs got tired. But after just a few weeks of riding regularly, I'm starting to love it. On days I don't have time to get on my bike, I feel antsy about it. This morning I went on a ride in 35 degree weather, and even though I froze my bum off, I felt energized and accomplished. (My toes are still thawing, but I'm glad I did it.) I get what my friends were talking about. I just had to find the right kind of exercise, and it's not running. Tomorrow I'm going to try a new route. Maybe I won't feel like I'm dying as much when I hit that hill.
So here are my goals for the next 6 weeks:
1. To not have a sore bum while riding, because I'm already used to it. Guess what? I've already accomplished that goal, and it's only been a few weeks! Done! (I only listed it here so I can feel like I'm making some progress.)
2. To not have a heart attack while going up a hill. Also to not have my lungs burst while going up a hill. Or, more accurately, I'd like to not feel like both of those things will occur every time there's a little slope in the road. Today on my ride I was seriously concerned for my body and its limits. I didn't die, so I'm on my way!
3. To be able to ride for 20 miles at a stretch. I'm not sure how I'm going to accomplish this. I need to find a route near my house that doesn't involve hauling the trailer with my precious children encased inside it onto busy roads with wackadoo drivers right and left. Which is a challenge. The ride to the library is only 4 miles, round trip.
4. My final goal is to get to Canyonlands, get on that trail, and kick its butt (sorry for the language, mom). I don't want to be the sad girl at the back, sobbing because it's just too hard (there's one in every season on the Amazing Race. I know the type, and I might be it). I also don't want to spend the whole time in the truck, being a wimp. I got all those fancy biking shorts and gloves and bike computer and shoes and special biking socks so I can ride my bike. So, basically, I want to have a good time on the trip in May, on my bike.
It's the first time in my life that I look forward to getting on my bike every day. I have friends that tell me that they used to hate running, but now they're addicted to it, and love it, and it doesn't make them miserable anymore. I can't picture myself ever feeling that way about running. Ever. But I used to dread getting on my bike because it hurt my bum, and it was hard, and my legs got tired. But after just a few weeks of riding regularly, I'm starting to love it. On days I don't have time to get on my bike, I feel antsy about it. This morning I went on a ride in 35 degree weather, and even though I froze my bum off, I felt energized and accomplished. (My toes are still thawing, but I'm glad I did it.) I get what my friends were talking about. I just had to find the right kind of exercise, and it's not running. Tomorrow I'm going to try a new route. Maybe I won't feel like I'm dying as much when I hit that hill.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Reevaluating my TV Priorities
It's been a while since I posted about TV shows, right? Even if I have, I still have some things to say.
1. Vampires. I just need to reiterate how disappointed I am in Season 4 of Vampire Diaries. It's become BORING. Even the last episode, which FINALLY had a twist and turn at the end almost lost me half way through because they were still doing the same things they'd been doing for the last 4 episodes, which is blabbing on and on about The Cure (not the band--that would have been more interesting), and who wants it more, and what about that evil Silas guy. The point is, I expect a few throw away episodes in a season, but every single one has been a throw away. The last 5 minutes of the last episode gives me a tiny nugget of hope, but honestly, I've been recommending this show left and right, and now I'm starting to be a little embarrassed by that fact.
The good news is that Being Human is a few episodes into Season 3, and it puts all other vampire/werewolf/ghosty shows to shame. We got rid of our dish and DVR, which means I have to scrounge around for online airings of shows, which we mostly take care of through Hulu+, but the shows on syfy aren't there. Thankfully, I discovered that my phone streams the new episodes, and I spent an entire afternoon neglecting my kids and catching up on the season. It makes up for the snoozefest of Vampire Diaries. I will still recommend this show left and right. (Except to my friends that don't handle lots of blood very well. You know who you are.)
2. International Travel Because I'm now hooked into Hulu+, I've discovered some shows I never watched before. I'm addicted to Amazing Race. ADDICTED. I'm on Season 8 and I started Season 1 less than 2 weeks ago. I've had the benefit of traveling quite a bit, but these guys bounce from continent to continent and see the most amazing places that I couldn't have imagined existing, and do the most amazing things. For example, there was a place somewhere in Asia in Season 1 where there were Bengal tigers that had been raised by monks, and each team had to send one person through the tiger refuge to get their next clue. The tigers were on chains, but they could still reach the people walking through, and some of the contestants were getting batted in the ankles and hands by giant tigers. It was awesome. The teams have had to do crazy bungee jumps, sky diving, zip lines, snorkeling, kayaking, and a million other difficult tasks. The ones that really give them hangups are the food challenges, like eating live octopus, 2 lbs of caviar, bugs, etc. Gross stuff. The funniest one was a super ego who had to eat an entire ostrich egg, but he got to cook it first. He threw up like four times. It was eggs. But he could sky dive.
The teams go through a lot. They're exhausted, hungry, jet-lagged, and stressed out, and I cry every time one of them gets eliminated. Unless they're total jerks. The team that wins really earns that million bucks. It's brutal. And I love every second of it. Also, I'm convinced that I have family members that would do well on the show. I'm not one of them. I'd be the one having meltdowns every episode. No thanks. But it would sure be fun to watch my dad, or my siblings, or any combination of them.
3. Hibernation I'm in hibernation. I've accepted that. I have no desire to go outside or be active or be social right now. And when those urges strike me, I'm usually holding a sleeping baby that has crashed on my lap because he's sick, or I have plans for the next 24 hours and one of the kids pukes on the kitchen floor. It's been that kind of winter. And I was actually getting excited about taking the stroller out for a whirl, and it was warming up, and I got up this morning and BOOM! 4 inches of snow! So I'm accepting the fact that I am, in fact, a being who hibernates in the winter, and I will emerge in the Spring.
Speaking of Spring, my mom and my sister knew I was giving up on winter and throwing in the towel, and invited Tim and me to join them and a bunch of other people on a 100-mile bike trip in Canyonlands, called the White Rim Trail. My parents go on this trip every other year, and last time, Tim went and I stayed home with a bun in the oven. I was dying of envy, and, thanks to some fabulous friends, we get to ditch the kids for 4 days and I get to come along this time. I've already started shopping. Because really, isn't that the best part of a new adventure? The clothes? We also ordered an indoor bike trainer (you hook up your bike to it, and then plop it in front of the TV, and you can practice riding 20 miles in a stretch, all while watching Amazing Race!), which will be arriving on Tuesday. I'm looking forward to a new fitness challenge. My goal is to not cry the whole bike ride in Canyonlands. I wouldn't want to look silly. What I'd really like is to get to the point on my bike that I can hop on without dreading the pain. It should be fun! So in May, once I've returned, I'll be posting a whole bunch of pictures of me not crying in Southern Utah, looking super cool in really expensive shorts.
Well, Season 8 of Amazing Race won't wait forever for me. (Actually, it might. But I'm not willing to risk it.) Over and out.
1. Vampires. I just need to reiterate how disappointed I am in Season 4 of Vampire Diaries. It's become BORING. Even the last episode, which FINALLY had a twist and turn at the end almost lost me half way through because they were still doing the same things they'd been doing for the last 4 episodes, which is blabbing on and on about The Cure (not the band--that would have been more interesting), and who wants it more, and what about that evil Silas guy. The point is, I expect a few throw away episodes in a season, but every single one has been a throw away. The last 5 minutes of the last episode gives me a tiny nugget of hope, but honestly, I've been recommending this show left and right, and now I'm starting to be a little embarrassed by that fact.
The good news is that Being Human is a few episodes into Season 3, and it puts all other vampire/werewolf/ghosty shows to shame. We got rid of our dish and DVR, which means I have to scrounge around for online airings of shows, which we mostly take care of through Hulu+, but the shows on syfy aren't there. Thankfully, I discovered that my phone streams the new episodes, and I spent an entire afternoon neglecting my kids and catching up on the season. It makes up for the snoozefest of Vampire Diaries. I will still recommend this show left and right. (Except to my friends that don't handle lots of blood very well. You know who you are.)
2. International Travel Because I'm now hooked into Hulu+, I've discovered some shows I never watched before. I'm addicted to Amazing Race. ADDICTED. I'm on Season 8 and I started Season 1 less than 2 weeks ago. I've had the benefit of traveling quite a bit, but these guys bounce from continent to continent and see the most amazing places that I couldn't have imagined existing, and do the most amazing things. For example, there was a place somewhere in Asia in Season 1 where there were Bengal tigers that had been raised by monks, and each team had to send one person through the tiger refuge to get their next clue. The tigers were on chains, but they could still reach the people walking through, and some of the contestants were getting batted in the ankles and hands by giant tigers. It was awesome. The teams have had to do crazy bungee jumps, sky diving, zip lines, snorkeling, kayaking, and a million other difficult tasks. The ones that really give them hangups are the food challenges, like eating live octopus, 2 lbs of caviar, bugs, etc. Gross stuff. The funniest one was a super ego who had to eat an entire ostrich egg, but he got to cook it first. He threw up like four times. It was eggs. But he could sky dive.
The teams go through a lot. They're exhausted, hungry, jet-lagged, and stressed out, and I cry every time one of them gets eliminated. Unless they're total jerks. The team that wins really earns that million bucks. It's brutal. And I love every second of it. Also, I'm convinced that I have family members that would do well on the show. I'm not one of them. I'd be the one having meltdowns every episode. No thanks. But it would sure be fun to watch my dad, or my siblings, or any combination of them.
3. Hibernation I'm in hibernation. I've accepted that. I have no desire to go outside or be active or be social right now. And when those urges strike me, I'm usually holding a sleeping baby that has crashed on my lap because he's sick, or I have plans for the next 24 hours and one of the kids pukes on the kitchen floor. It's been that kind of winter. And I was actually getting excited about taking the stroller out for a whirl, and it was warming up, and I got up this morning and BOOM! 4 inches of snow! So I'm accepting the fact that I am, in fact, a being who hibernates in the winter, and I will emerge in the Spring.
Speaking of Spring, my mom and my sister knew I was giving up on winter and throwing in the towel, and invited Tim and me to join them and a bunch of other people on a 100-mile bike trip in Canyonlands, called the White Rim Trail. My parents go on this trip every other year, and last time, Tim went and I stayed home with a bun in the oven. I was dying of envy, and, thanks to some fabulous friends, we get to ditch the kids for 4 days and I get to come along this time. I've already started shopping. Because really, isn't that the best part of a new adventure? The clothes? We also ordered an indoor bike trainer (you hook up your bike to it, and then plop it in front of the TV, and you can practice riding 20 miles in a stretch, all while watching Amazing Race!), which will be arriving on Tuesday. I'm looking forward to a new fitness challenge. My goal is to not cry the whole bike ride in Canyonlands. I wouldn't want to look silly. What I'd really like is to get to the point on my bike that I can hop on without dreading the pain. It should be fun! So in May, once I've returned, I'll be posting a whole bunch of pictures of me not crying in Southern Utah, looking super cool in really expensive shorts.
Well, Season 8 of Amazing Race won't wait forever for me. (Actually, it might. But I'm not willing to risk it.) Over and out.
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