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Buy Me Gifts
If anyone ever wants to get me a cool birthday or Christmas gift, please look into a print by this artist.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Hiking to the top of Mt. Olympus
At my Mrs's request, I must inform those who read this post that Scott is writing. So, enjoy the mastery of words I'm about to create.
Yesterday, I hiked, or summitted, for avid peak artists that I now conisder my self a part of, Mt. Olympus. I succombed to brotherly pressure and risked my own body just to have a little taste of the glory. To know what it tastes like. I woke up at 4:30 in the morning praying I could somehow find a way out of the whole situation, but I didn't. Doug and I arrived at the base of the trail along Wasatch boulevard to find super-prepared Mike(my brother) already waiting. Soon, Mike's friend Andrew and two of his siblings showed up and we began our ascent. The first hundred yards are a beast. Straight uphill with a few small steps and one or two switchbacks. The rest would be easy. At least, that's what Andrew told us. He was wrong. After about two hours we were at the point that I thought should be right below Mt. Olympus, and then the incline began. It seemed like we were hiking the last mile for two hours, and that might even be true. After hiking through, what Andrew called the crotch, we finally reached the saddle. The view was spectacular. We sat and basked in our efforts with some of the doughnuts Mike had purchased from 7-11 earlier this morning. After chatting and eating for half an hour we began our ascent, or rock scaling, to the peak. As I was standing on the peak, I realized that I never knew where Mt. Olympus was. That was the easy part.
For some reason, I always think downhill is the easiest part, but my body says otherwise. My body always wins the argument. Upon descending the peak, I had to go number two. Nature always seems to call at the most inopportune times (call me and ask me about the marathon I ran in Iowa 801-380-9847.) I started jarring down the steep trail as quickly as my body would allow. After about a mile I was pissed. My body couldn't handle the heat and my quads, if they could talk, were cussing at me. Because I went so fast in the first mile, I now found myself alone so i had to drag myself with every step. As I approached the base of the canyon I again got mad at the fact that the trail hadn't ended. I finally finished, but today, I could hardly walk. I'd do it again though. I'm supposed to hike Mount Timpanogos next week and I'm a bit scared.
Yesterday, I hiked, or summitted, for avid peak artists that I now conisder my self a part of, Mt. Olympus. I succombed to brotherly pressure and risked my own body just to have a little taste of the glory. To know what it tastes like. I woke up at 4:30 in the morning praying I could somehow find a way out of the whole situation, but I didn't. Doug and I arrived at the base of the trail along Wasatch boulevard to find super-prepared Mike(my brother) already waiting. Soon, Mike's friend Andrew and two of his siblings showed up and we began our ascent. The first hundred yards are a beast. Straight uphill with a few small steps and one or two switchbacks. The rest would be easy. At least, that's what Andrew told us. He was wrong. After about two hours we were at the point that I thought should be right below Mt. Olympus, and then the incline began. It seemed like we were hiking the last mile for two hours, and that might even be true. After hiking through, what Andrew called the crotch, we finally reached the saddle. The view was spectacular. We sat and basked in our efforts with some of the doughnuts Mike had purchased from 7-11 earlier this morning. After chatting and eating for half an hour we began our ascent, or rock scaling, to the peak. As I was standing on the peak, I realized that I never knew where Mt. Olympus was. That was the easy part.
For some reason, I always think downhill is the easiest part, but my body says otherwise. My body always wins the argument. Upon descending the peak, I had to go number two. Nature always seems to call at the most inopportune times (call me and ask me about the marathon I ran in Iowa 801-380-9847.) I started jarring down the steep trail as quickly as my body would allow. After about a mile I was pissed. My body couldn't handle the heat and my quads, if they could talk, were cussing at me. Because I went so fast in the first mile, I now found myself alone so i had to drag myself with every step. As I approached the base of the canyon I again got mad at the fact that the trail hadn't ended. I finally finished, but today, I could hardly walk. I'd do it again though. I'm supposed to hike Mount Timpanogos next week and I'm a bit scared.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Life has settled. We're working stiffs and I miss my California (and Oregon) friends...you know who you are. Courtney is pregnant and we're trying to plan a trip back home during Labor Day weekend. I can't think of anything new thats happening with the Scott and I...so I've decided to share a Day in the Life of ME. Vain, I know, but Sherri has requested more posts and I'm all blank. Besides, its time to expose lazy Whitney for who she really is, despite the consequences.
7:50 AM- Consider getting out of bed to go for a walk.
8:05 AM- Actually get out of bed and follow Scott into the kitchen for some cereal.
8:10 AM- Watch Scott eat a bowl of 40% cereal and 60% milk (try to convince husband that this ratio is incorrect) and read ESPN magazine.
8:20 AM- Watch some Seinfeld.
8:30 AM- Help Scott pack his lunch.
8:45 AM- Say goodbye to husband and lock door.
8:47 AM- Watch more Seinfeld (if new movie rental is in the house, Seinfeld is substituted for DVD Special Features).
9:30 AM- Possibly make some calls to health coach clients.
10:00 AM- Possibly shower.
10:50 AM- Drive to work.
11:00 AM- See what spoiled children are doing.
11:05 AM- Say hello to dog Winston.
11:10 AM- First of four attempts to get spoiled 15 year old out of bed.
11:25 AM- Look into homework assignments (notoriously uncompleted) due for the day.
11:50 AM- Leave late to tutoring session.
SPEND TIME WITH CHILDREN DOING THINGS
OF LITTLE IMPORTANCE BUT OF GREAT FRUSTRATION.
CONSIDER QUITTING AT LEAST TWICE.
7:50 AM- Consider getting out of bed to go for a walk.
8:05 AM- Actually get out of bed and follow Scott into the kitchen for some cereal.
8:10 AM- Watch Scott eat a bowl of 40% cereal and 60% milk (try to convince husband that this ratio is incorrect) and read ESPN magazine.
8:20 AM- Watch some Seinfeld.
8:30 AM- Help Scott pack his lunch.
8:45 AM- Say goodbye to husband and lock door.
8:47 AM- Watch more Seinfeld (if new movie rental is in the house, Seinfeld is substituted for DVD Special Features).
9:30 AM- Possibly make some calls to health coach clients.
10:00 AM- Possibly shower.
10:50 AM- Drive to work.
11:00 AM- See what spoiled children are doing.
11:05 AM- Say hello to dog Winston.
11:10 AM- First of four attempts to get spoiled 15 year old out of bed.
11:25 AM- Look into homework assignments (notoriously uncompleted) due for the day.
11:50 AM- Leave late to tutoring session.
SPEND TIME WITH CHILDREN DOING THINGS
OF LITTLE IMPORTANCE BUT OF GREAT FRUSTRATION.
CONSIDER QUITTING AT LEAST TWICE.
1:00 PM- Daydream about having a cool job.
2:00 PM- Chat with Mallory.
2:30 PM- Dislike spoiled 12 year old as he tells his friend I'm a freak/weirdo.
3:00 PM- Talk to husband.
3:30 PM- Try with little success to get spoiled 15 year old to do his homework. Wind up fielding complaints regarding a sore back, lack of sleep, and inability to concentrate.
3:35 PM- Disregard insults from 15 year old regarding my meanness.
3:40 PM- Listen with little patience to stories about "shredding slopes" and brief encounters with pro skiers.
6:00 PM- Go home immediately.
6:10 PM- Wonder what to make for dinner and tidy up home.
6:15 PM- Work with health clients/ Wait for husband.
FROM HERE, THE EVENING BRANCHES INTO A FEW POSSIBILITIES.
WHATEVER TRANSPIRES, ITS THE BEST PART OF THE DAY.
a) Cook dinner. Walk to Blockbuster with husband for a new movie.
b) Visit friends/family.
c) Go to the movies.
*Note: this represents a typical day and does not account for miscellaneous work and labor.
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