Happy Birthday Steph!

Happy Birthday Steph. You look great for 21! (that means we got married at 15. ...?)

Just liv'n the dream and enjoying awesome cake I made, and enjoying her last few days of freedom.

My New Hockey Scar

Last night I was skating at the ice rink, practicing for my new adult hockey class, and enjoying all the teenage love around me. While doing some tight figure-8’s and working on my cross-overs, I caught one of the edges of my skate and fell flat on my chest and then smashed my chin on the ice. I rolled over on my back, mostly embarrassed, and slowly got up. I then noticed that my chin was bleeding pretty badly. So, I went into the restroom and grabbed a tissue and finished my time left out on the ice. When I got home I mentioned to Steph that I split my chin open. She said “whaaa?….OH MY GOSH DAVE! (with a double take) You’re going to need stitches!” Good thing she was off last night or I would have spent the evening at home with part of my chin tissue hanging out of my face.
So, we drove up to the ER at the University of Utah Hospital. I had never had stitches before in all of my 29 years. When all was said and done, I got 7 of them in the chin. And this is my first hockey scar. Now I have something to brag about in my class.

The best comment of the night came from Steph on the way over when she said, tongue in cheek, “Oh, your beautiful face.”

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GET READY, THIS IS A BIG ONE!

Hello all! It has been ages since our last post, and that is only because we were waiting for something significant enough to happen to make it worth your time to read. It most definitely is not due to the fact that we are lazy and/or not computer savvy, but only because our lives are normally too dull to actually share.

Lucky for you, this is not the case at the moment.

But today Dave and I are very excited to share some changes that have recently happened in our lives

(or are soon to happen).

Our first order of business is that Dave has accepted an offer from the Rosland Franklin University in North Chicago to study Podiatry this coming fall. We are ecstatic for this adventure and welcome the long awaited change of pace. Though picking up and moving across the Country can be intimidating, we are extremely thrilled to try something new, and for Dave to have the opportunity to further his education.

We know we will be missed, and would like all of you to know…it was nice knowing you.

Just kidding! We are sad to leave our families,

but are also very anxious to move into the next faze of our lives.

Which brings me to our next order of business.

Dave and I are happy to announce we are now eagerly awaiting the arrival of our newest family member.

THAT'S RIGHT, I'M PREGS!

Happily plump…this is now my motto (or so I’m trying very hard for it to be).

I am due July 17, three weeks before we move to Chicago, which puts me currently at 14 weeks.

We can’t wait to see Fetus, and are excited to see if it really has t-rex arms,

like it appears in the ultra sound (Fetus gets that from Dave).

I have also posted the ultra sound pictures from our most recent visit

and hope everyone finds it as special as we did.

It was quite an exciting visit.

Fetus was doing flips like a little gymnast, and I think he gets that from me.

The Grand Canyon

This last weekend several of us traveled down to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon to hike the ~25 mile route through the canyon to the North Rim. As Friday morning rolled around we received a phone call that Nick Berger (the organizer of the hike) had come down with the flu and wouldn’t be able to hike and others might not be coming either. For several moments it looked as it was just going to be Steph’s sister Caryn and me on the trail (some felt a little awkward by this). But, by the time we were rolling down the road there were three of us plus Steph the chauffeur, arriving at the lodge around 8.

We woke up before the crack of dawn and were on the South Kiabab Trail by 5:00am. Our group had grown by six after meeting up with a group that had hiked the North Rim to South Rim previous day. The moon was bright with a cloudy ominous halo as we set out into the darkness with our headlamps. It was an amazing view to everyone heading down the switchbacks of the incredibly steep mountainside. One just had to peer over the edge of the cliff to see people thirty feet down on the next switchback. It was quite surreal looking. In the far distance we could see the small twinkling lights of the North Rim Visitor Center only about 15 miles as the crow flies, our journey would be close to 25.

As the sun began to lighten up the canyon walls we started getting our first awesome views of the canyon. Because of our rapid and steep descent, we were able to beat the rising sun which we managed to avoid until about 11:30.

Around 8:00 we passed over the suspension bridge which spans over the Colorado River near Phantom Ranch, our first stop of the day. Phantom Ranch is an old ranch that is now used as a camp site and lodging for NPS rangers. But after a quick bite to eat and filling our up on water, we were back on the trail. After this point the trail follows the banks of one of the tributary rivers of the Colorado for about 10 miles.

This portion of the trail offered some amazing views of the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I decided to hang back and snap some photos. Some of the best views were along this area of the trail. As we neared our last stop at the “Artists House”, we took a small detour from the main trail to see Ribbon Falls. We had to take our chances rock hopping across or just strip our shoes and socks off and wade through. …wading through was definitely the best choice we made all day. The cold water felt really good on our tired feet.

After making our final stop after the falls, we began the most difficult portion of the journey, ascending the 4,500 ft trail to the North Rim in about 4 miles. As we began going up I decided to kick it into gear and chug it up to the top solo. There is something about the pain of a race or a really good steep hike that makes the journey all the more enjoyable. When you reach the end you have a deeper appreciation for the steps you’ve taken and the sights you’ve seen. Also, I wanted to catch up to Gary, the man who was on his 39^th time hiking the canyon. With about a half a mile to go a caught up to him. He snapped the photo of me standing near the top with a great view of the canyon behind me (top photo).

As we reached the last 100 meters of the trail we decided to make a feeble attempt at running to the finish. My legs were burning pretty badly. It probably looked like some of the people who attempt to sprint at the end of a marathon. We made it, arriving at 2:00pm …in exactly 9 hours I hiked the Grand Canyon. One of the top hikes I have done so far.

Hiking Timpanogos

Saturday was a grand ol’ day of hiking Mt. Timanogos (11,749 feet). After a quick nap after work for some (but none for me) we started our hike from Timpanookee campground in American Fork canyon.
3am. With headlamps to guide us and Denver (Colby’s dog) to lead the way on the trail, we made our way through the pitch black slopes of the mountain. The weather was good, the pace was relatively steady. We focused on the trail and the feet in front of us, occasionally stopping to avoid Denver’s small squirts along the way (which were not few in number). Not being able to see much around us the time passed quickly. Soon we found that we were into the upper valley and a faint monolith of the peak could be faintly viewed. As we looked around we saw in the distance several groups making there way up along the ridgeline. All that could be seen were small headlamps that looked like far off stars that had fallen out of the sky dotting the mountainside.
7 am. Four hours into our hike. We looked to the east and saw the faintest sign that the sun would soon be rising. We were still determined to get to the ridge before the sun popped his head over the horizon so we quickened our pace as we entered the steepest part of the trail thus far. The early morning light was growing by the minute. Up the hillside. After four hours Denver was still the fastest one and seemed to want to get to the top as much as we did.
7:45 When we made it up to the saddle we were rewarded with a brilliant view of the valley that was well worth the effort. A moment or two later we saw the sun come up over the distant ridges. It was pretty incredible sight.

After a moment or two of photo taking, we headed up the rocky face to the summit. 8:00am On the top of Timpanogos there is a small tin shack and a whole bunch of wind. It was pretty chilly, so we didn’t stay to long (and we wanted to catch up to Kendel and Courtney who turned around before the ridge). Coming down off the mountain afforded great views that we had missed in the darkness on the way up; it seemed like a completely different area. We made it down in a speedy 2 ½ hours.
After I got home I crashed into bed for a quick 2 hour nap before going to the BYU football game with Dad (which was a lot of fun too) to cheer on the cougars. (Now that I’m graduated I feel I can root for them if they aren’t playing the Utes). A good day.

Tour of Utah '09

This post is a bit late, but I wanted to share some photos and video of a few of the stages of the Tour of Utah.
After work on Friday I headed over to the Miller Sports Park race track to see the time trial of Stage 3. When I arrived, most of the riders were still warming up. After wandering around I was lucky enough to snag a spot right at the finishing line.

The next day Steph and I ventured up to the top of American Fork canyon to see the riders cross over the summit, the first of three peaks.



The final day of the race was a race around the library block. The riders quickly picked up a pace which caused several riders to be dropped behind. Those who where dropped too far were flagged by officials and were pulled from the race.

The riders were flying past all of the fans probably around 30+ mph.



Here is a photo of Dave Zabriskie, local professional (in red) and US time trial champion, working with the breakaway which was eventually caught.

Another Freaking Marathon!!!

When I started training for this marathon I had all of these aspirations to blog the good, the bad, the ugly,

and the very ugly.

But...(sigh)...here I am twelve weeks into the training, four weeks away from the race,

with not a single blog to show for myself.

So, here is a little run down of the last twelve weeks of my life (running related only).

It's a little lengthy, but hopefully it will bring a smile to your face.

Especially if you have ever trained for any type of race.

Oh that run felt really good…Muscles feel good, warm, strong…Whew...
Running sprints to increase my speed
Meeting @ 6:30 on Saturday morning with running my group…Sweaty…

1hr nap on Saturday afternoon

‘I am glad I decided to do another race’

Speed increasing quickly due to sprint training…Running nine minute miles
Waited to late in the day to run my mileage

Tight foot

Didn't drink enough water on Friday for my long run on Saturday

Meeting @ 6:15 on Saturday morning with running group
Headache…2hr nap on Saturday afternoon

Drink water

‘I am glad I decided to do another race, but I wish I had chosen a shorter one’
Meeting @ 6:00 on Saturday morning with running group
‘I cannot run sixteen freaken miles!’
Ran sixteen freaken miles

Bigger headache

Drink water

3hr nap on Saturday afternoon

Yikes...Chaffing!
Blister

Drink water...water

Bigger blister
Tighter foot

‘Oh I wish there weren't twenty six miles in a marathon’
Pep-talk from Dave "you can do this...bla bla bla"

Meeting @ 5:55 on Saturday morning with running group
‘I cannot run seventeen freaken miles!!’
Ran seventeen freaken miles

Biggest headache

Water...Water...Water

4hr nap on Saturday afternoon

WATER!

Tightest foot

Owie!...Can't walk up stairs

‘Why the HELL did I decided to do another marathon!’

'Somebody kill me please!'

‘I CANNOT RUN EIGHTEEN FREAKEN MILES!!!

Until next week...

Me after my 17 mile run!