All you runners out there...

... I need your advice/tips. I consider myself to be an active person. I go to the gym on a regular basis. I love going to classes. Specifically zumba and yoga. I do cardio for extended periods of time. On the stairmaster. Or the bike. Or pretty much anything aside from the treadmill. And if I do hop on the treadmill I'm all about intervals, but never running at a steady pace. Dave and I, along with friends, have signed up for the Dirty Dash. So I get out and do things that are physically challenging!

But I have this hate/hate relationship with running, and I really wish I didn't. I'll run 1 mile... and most often I find myself contemplating suicide the entire time. Ok, not really. But at times I think I'd really rather be dead than run. Once I've hit 1 mile, I'm done. No more running for me. I'm over it. I'll go do anything else, but no more running. That's how much I hate it.

How do you do it??? What helps you enjoy running? How can I come to a place where I enjoy it? I know so many people who run on a regular basis and really love it, and I really want to get to that place. I have hopes of doing things... such as a half marathon... maybe. A triathlon. But before I do any of those things I really just need to be able to run without desperately wanting to quit 2 minutes into it.

Maybe I'm just not a runner and need to come to terms, but before I do that, I'd like your advice. And we'll see how that goes.

Help please??? :)

Zoorassic park

We went to the zoo today. Dave's mom gave us zoo memberships for Christmas. It's really nice to have something fun to do and something that will entertain our babies any given day. We loved watching the elephants and new baby elephant, Zuri. We also loved the new dinosaur theme going on, hence, zoorassic park. Lots of fun :)

Happy Wedding!

Last Friday, one of my best friends finally tied the knot with her boyfriend since 9th grade! It was so much fun to be a bridesmaide and be so involved in the wedding. The ceremony was beyond sweet and the reception was so much fun. I would post the 150+ pictures I took of that night, but that would be ridiculous... so here's some of my favorites.

Happy 4th!

This year for the 4th... Trey was sick :( He had been throwing up since Saturday. Luckily, Easton did not get sick. Dealing with sick babies is never fun, especially on a holiday, but Dave's parents were kind enough to take on the babies for the night so we could get out and have some 4th of July fun with friends. We went to Sugar House Park and hung out and watched the fireworks. It was a good time, although... sadly, I wasn't very impressed with the fireworks. The finale was 2 seconds long! Long enough for me to snap one picture with my camera, and then it was over. I didn't even see it! So it was a good time, but next year... if Sugar House even puts on fireworks, I don't think we'll be attending. I hope everyone had a fun 4th of July!

Confession

David and I are hoarders.

Compulsive hoarding (or pathological hoarding or disposophobia)^[1] is the excessive acquisition of possessions (and failure to use or discard them), even if the items are worthless, hazardous, or unsanitary. Compulsive hoarding impairs mobility and interferes with basic activities, including cooking, cleaning, hygiene, sanitation, and sleeping. It is not clear whether compulsive hoarding is an isolated disorder, or rather a symptom of another condition, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ok... so definitely not to that extreme. Dave and I live in a very clean apartment. But still. I've been organizing today, and I have to admit it.

I have this problem when it comes to sentimental things. I just can't let go of them. Notes from 5th grade up through 12th grade. Cards. Sweet things that little kids make for me. Ticket stubs from anything. Wedding invitations. Invitations to anything for that matter. Hotel keys. Clothing attire from activities in High School, like Cheer or Dance Co. Letters from ex-boyfriends. (Yikes! Dave hates that one.)

It's not that I dwell on these things... but they are memories to me. People I was friends with. Experiences I've had. Etc... I guess I feel like I have to hold on to them or have proof of them. They sit in boxes in closets and slowly but surely grow... and grow... and continue to sit there. What is the point? What is my deal? How have I become a HOARDER!?! I look at these things like... once every 5 years! BAH! At least I'm an organized hoarder. Am I crazy or does anyone else do anything like this?

Dave on the other hand... he won't admit to having a problem. But Dave is a clothing hoarder. He has like twice as many clothes as me, and I swear, half of them are from 9th grade. No joke. (Yes, he still fits into his clothes from 9th grade.) Anyway, he has the hardest time giving them up. As I go through his closet to throw things out he makes remarks like this, "But I stole that shirt from Mark Fiedler in 9th grade." (Talisha and Mark, if you read this, now you know.) And he has to keep shirts because they have been labeled for specific activities. For example: He'll tell me, "That's a gym shirt. That's a boating shirt. That's a lounging shirt. That's a Bear Lake shirt. That's a Jazz shirt. That's a country dancing shirt. Etc..." Are you kidding me? Isn't a shirt just a shirt? Like, a nice shirt, and a not-so-nice shirt that can be used for not-so-nice activities? And jeans... he has more jeans than I do and as I try to throw them out he makes remarks like, "But those are 7 jeans." Yeah, 7 jeans that have sat in our dresser for 2 years. What is the deal?

We need help. Not really. But maybe a little? Someone come over and hold us back while you throw away all of our worthless belongings that we won't allow each other to throw away. Until then... I'll be contemplating how I've become so obsessive compulsive over things of "sentimental value" and getting rid of them. Maybe.