Hulk-in-training

So I think that blogs where people go on about how awesome they are generally come across to the rest of the world as extremely annoying. This does not, however, stop me from spouting off something I am proud of. You will need a microscope for this next part.




With the help of your microscope, you may notice small muscles beginning to form. This is actually a live photo taken of my arm. Believe it if you dare, but it is actually slightly more pronounced in real life. This is because, for the past 6 weeks, my roommate and I have been doing a fitness challenge at our gym that involved doing some sort of activity/healthy habit about 7 days a week. As was the goal, I had to branch out and try new things. Thus, I learned that the weight-lifting class that looks so scary is actually not scary at all. Water fitness classes are entirely survivable and senior citizens provide a good dose of humility while they kick my trash. I also learned that senior citizens are very chatty and sometimes they only kick my butt because they are not actually doing anything. Being a recovering perfectionist means that the bar is usually too high for me to really be proud of myself, but I was proud of this one!

I appreciate this song.

Lee Brice - Love Like Crazy

Evening Shit Summary

Title taken from a work document typo tonight. Best typo yet.

Well, life actually hasn't been shitty at all lately. Highlights:

1) Emely and I continue to blaze through out Bingo challenge at the gym.
2) As a result of the above, I have been forced to learn Kettlebell and water aerobics. I've been taking H20 Fit, or as I like to call it, Seniors Being 1000 Times Better Than Me at Aquatic Activities. The first time Emely and I went, it was 6 in the morning after a night of little sleep for both of us. Naturally, we became much more interested in doing the YMCA with the music than swimming, so the entire class was pretty confused by us. Today, I got my ass kicked by a bunch of 70 year olds.
3) On Saturday, Ria and her cousin picked me up and we went on the longest one-day road trip I've been on. Stopped in Pocatello to eat Mexican food with Allyson. Bad idea. Let's just say that different windows were intermittently rolled down for the rest of the trip. Then in Logan to see Amanda, where we all learned the difference between temples, tabernacles, churches, stakes, and wards. And also that the citizens of Logan have little to no landscaping inclinations and have placed enormous boulders on their lawns in order to compensate for lack of grass. This is just a picture that I got off the internet, but one house even bouldered up onto the hill behind it. We knew by that mark that they were the richest in the subdivision. Then to Park City to pick up Todd and have dinner with Greg. Wild.