Sunday, December 27, 2009

A Most Powerful Week

I have had the best week. I have been uplifted and inspired in so many ways my entire being feels as though I am being carried. In an earlier post I shared about the talks AH & I read on Monday night and the one in particular that really stood out to me (though all were excellent!). All week I’ve been reading one of the most inspiring books I’ve ever read (more to come shortly) that has really given me much to think about in the way of my health and ancestral roots. Today at church I was uplifted by some powerful talks given by our Bishopric and especially by our Bishop who talked about “gateway sins”, had a great Sunday school lesson and then concluded it all with an amazing lesson in Young Women by my Laurel class advisor Melanie about testimonies. I literally walked away from Church today with my head reeling from all the inspiring messages shared – I’ve hardly had time to let it all soak in.

My real reason for this post is to talk about the book I just finished “Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen” by Christopher McDougall. When I put it down last night after reading the final page I felt depressed that it was all over. I had become so engrossed in the real life characters that McDougall so expressively described that I felt a sense of loss that my friends were now gone. As I was drawn into the book and new characters were introduced I had to remind myself that these were not simply “characters” in a fictional book but rather characters in a non-fiction book; these are real people!

In the beginning of the book McDougall puts forth many questions about the evolution of man as runners. His theories, at the time, seemed logical but I could easily see how they could be disproved by men of science. However, the second half of the book McDougall brings back around his theories (not in an obvious way) and goes on to use modern science to prove his earlier points. His writing style is so smooth and the transition back to his original questions and ideas was so subtle that it wasn’t until the next day that I realized he had answered his own questions/theories, which makes his book even better since he wrote with a purpose and shared the answers with us all (thankfully).

I lack the words and skill to adequately summarize this book so I will borrow a summary from a fellow Goodreads reviewer, Lena, that I felt was right on:

Born to Run begins as an adventure story. While trying to figure out how to get his own foot to stop hurting, he saw an article about a tribe of Mexican Indians called the Tarahumara. These people were said to be able to run for days at a time through unforgiving terrain wearing nothing more on their feet than sandals made from thin strips of tire rubber. So McDougall set out to find these mysterious people, but doing so was not easy. The Copper Canyons where they live are extremely difficult to get to, and the trip is made even more hazardous by having to pass through drug farming country on the way.

In addition to being a sometimes nail-biting tale about the author's quest to find the Tarahumara, Born to Run also weaves in the fascinating history of the sport of ultra-running. Ultra-marathons are races consisting of any distance longer than a marathon. McDougall discusses how this crazy sport first came into being, highlighting along the way the stories of the participants who have slowly begun to make it famous.

McDougall narrates this history in real time, resulting in descriptions of several races that were so gripping I couldn't put the book down. One of these races was the Leadville Trail 100, a 100-mile race at 11,000 feet in which the Tarahumara faced off against an ultra-running prodigy named Ann Trason.

As McDougall weaves together the story of ultra-running's past with his own quest to find the Tarahumara and become a better runner, he also relays a fascinating tale about scientific discoveries into our evolutionary past suggesting that it was our ability to run long distances without getting winded, and thus get all that extra protein from the bounding antelope we were able to outlast, that gave us the evolutionary edge needed to grow our huge brains. These sections also point out that we did not evolve to run on cushions with arch support, and that expensive running shoes actually make runners more prone to injury than running in the bare feet nature so elegantly designed for us.

The book concludes with the tale of a joint venture between McDougall and a character named Caballo Blanco, a gringo who had befriended the Tarahumara and made the Copper Canyons his home. Though the Tarahumara had wowed people at Leadville, Caballo longed to see them race against America's ultra-running best on their own turf. So McDougall helped him get together a half-dozen racers and they made the dangerous trek down into the canyons. The resulting race and the sportsmanship described therein is very moving, and I finished this odd combination of memoir, sports history, adventure tale and evolutionary science with damp eyes.


I have two weeks left until I am able to start exercising again. I haven’t been able to run in nearly 5 years but now that the issues that prevented me from running are fixed I am eager to get back on the trail and build up my endurance. I did try running a couple of years ago and was training to do a local 5K when I got a foot injury (I was also trying to ignore the other issue that I've just had fixed) that sidelined me for weeks and I didn't go back. Never have my feet been so injured and now I think I can guess why. In preparation for release I purchased a new set of running shoes from REI:



This should be fun! I’ll keep you posted as to my progress and if these really work - the expectation being that my foot will not sideline me this time around.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Moral Discipline

Driving home from visiting my family this past Monday night AH and I were talking about the last General Conference. I realized I had the November Ensign in the car so AH suggested I read aloud some of the talks given. We had missed a great deal of them in October (during the live broadcast) since we were on a plane the first day of GC and out exploring Maui the second day (though we did catch the morning session on Sunday). I ended up reading several talk to him, all excellent, but it was the last one that put into words so many current issues that we both have had a hard time explaining to some of our friends/family around us. Elder D. Todd Christofferson was so eloquent in his talk titled "Moral Discipline" that I urge you to read (or reread it) if you haven't already. It is an excellent talk for anyone of any faith.

A few of my favorite quotes are as follows:

Moral discipline is the consistent exercise of agency to choose the right because it is right, even when it is hard. It rejects the self-absorbed life in favor of developing character worthy of respect and true greatness through Christlike service (see Mark 10:42–45). The root of the word discipline is shared by the word disciple, suggesting to the mind the fact that conformity to the example and teachings of Jesus Christ is the ideal discipline that, coupled with His grace, forms a virtuous and morally excellent person.



As a consequence, self-discipline has eroded and societies are left to try to maintain order and civility by compulsion. The lack of internal control by individuals breeds external control by governments. One columnist observed that “gentlemanly behavior [for example, once] protected women from coarse behavior. Today, we expect sexual harassment laws to restrain coarse behavior. …



I have heard a few parents state that they don’t want to impose the gospel on their children but want them to make up their own minds about what they will believe and follow. They think that in this way they are allowing children to exercise their agency. What they forget is that the intelligent use of agency requires knowledge of the truth, of things as they really are (see D&C 93:24). Without that, young people can hardly be expected to understand and evaluate the alternatives that come before them.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Yummy Dinner



Last week I made a meal from The Pioneer Woman's favorite recipe list: Chicken Parmigiana

I won't lie, most of the time when I cook I end up not eating the protein portion of the meal. My taste buds are very finicky about meat, especially chicken, unless it is absolutely perfect. Well this recipe was absolutely perfect. My first indication came from AH after he bit into his first bite of the noddles and sauce and exclaimed, "Oh wow!". See AH does not like spaghetti. He'll tolerate it but that's about it and so this reaction from him was shocking to say the least. AH loved the homemade sauce as well as the cheesy chicken. I even found myself proclaiming words of delight when I went beyond the pasta and sauce and tried the chicken. It was all very good! A definite repeat meal in our house. Delicious!

Slim in 6 and all that . . .

I fear a new trend is starting in our home; middle of the night infomercials. Last week Mr. B woke up with a bloody nose at around 3am and after getting the bleeding under control he opted to stay up, snack on junk food and watch infomercials on TV for the next 3 1/2 hours. AH found him on the couch around 6:30am with the phone beside him, showing it had been off the hook for nearly 3 hours. Mr. B had been trying to call some of the infomercials and place orders of his own.

It took several days, like 4, to get him back to normal after all his major sleep deprivation but by Sunday he was the great kids we know and love.

Yesterday (or rather early today) I was slowly roused out of my dreams by a strange noise. When I was coherent enough to really be awake I listened for the noise that I heard in my subconscious sleep but all was quiet. I thought about it for several minutes trying to remember what I was dreaming of that would wake me up and by then I realized there was no way I was going back to bed without a bathroom break. While I was up I saw Mr. B's bedroom door standing wide open with no Mr. B in his bed. I was totally amazed that he could be awake since he had been up two late nights in a row and even that very night he struggled to go to sleep (very very unusually for him - he loves to go to bed normally) and was up until 9:30pm. I thought for sure he would be so exhausted that he would even sleep in not wake up a few hours later!

I headed down to our family room and found a wild-eyed Mr. B working out to the Slim in 6 infomercial with my stretch bands and hand weights. After getting him back up to his room he remained awake for the next two hours (and so did I) until he finally drifted back to sleep at 6am, thankfully sleeping until 9am.

So is Mr. B gunning to be the next Billy Mays or Vince Offer? I can only dream.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

10 for 10

AH says I am not allowed to "broadcast it" so I am putting on here instead of Facebook since fewer people read my blog (that's not broadcasting it, is it? - don't answer that).

Last year I posted 9 for 9 when AH finally, after 9 years of driving a then 19 year old pick-up, bought himself a new truck. Well this past Friday someone hit his truck when he was literally driving it the dealership to see about trading it in (the seats hurt his back). We thought our dreams of getting a good price were gone. As it turns out we worried for nothing because today when AH went in to see what the new trade-in value would be (with minor damage to the bumper and some scratches in the paint) and what sort of deal he could finagle for the new truck he walked away smiling and driving this (well something like it, I haven't seen the actual truck yet):



Good grief we are pathetic - this is getting to be obnoxious.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Beeb - The Artist #7

Beeb was very proud of this picture depicting her with her kindergarten teacher again. She bragged about the added details (glasses) and I must admit the similarities are quite remarkable.



Mrs. J - if you ever read this blog know that you are adored :-) Thanks for being such a great teacher!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Karma

I am a believer of Karma. Well sort of. I don't know if I would label it that way but I believe that what you give is what you get back. For myself I feel that I give a lot to a lot of people and while I don't expect anything in return I do feel loved by those I've served and that makes me totally happy.

Today I feel like "Karma" came back around in a few surprising ways:

1. I got a plate of yummy treats this morning from a friend and I ate it all by myself (okay, bad girl here - I should have shared with my family but they are eating all the toffee I made yesterday).

2. I found out I won a giveaway drawing for a cute Etsy.com shop I love.

3. I got the mail and found out AH won a random drawing from the city he van-pools into and he/we got a $50.00 gift card to Fred Meyers.

A few weeks ago I was feeling a little taken advantage of so it is nice to see the universe evens things out all around. Today was a very good Karma day. :-)

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Beeb - The Artist #5 & #6

Here are Beeb's works of Doodle Pro art for yesterday and tonight:

#5


#6

Beeb told me that this is a picture of her and her kindergarten teacher, Mrs. J - Beeb LOVES Mrs. J :-)

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Beeb - The Artist #4 & Gingerbread House

Tonight for FHE we decorated our gingerbread house. It was yummy and I believe we are all sick of candy now (at least until morning). I expect our masterpiece to be pieced out by late tomorrow, bare of all its accessories.










Beeb's art for the night leaves us feeling royally left out of this fun scene she has drawn. I wonder who all the princesses represent (she's very logical this way)? Obviously tonight was a "good" night for Beeb. :-)

Monday, December 7, 2009

Beeb - The Artist #3

Here is last nighs sock picture. The caption reads: Illustrated by Beeb (real name blurred out) - so sweet!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Literal Mr. B



During tonight's dinner AH asked Beeb, "What is the capitol of Montana?". Beeb had no reply so AH asked again, "What is the capitol of Montana?" - to which Mr. B chimed in, "M".

Beeb Art:
Last night Beeb went right to sleep and left us with no glorious Doodle Pro art. We'll see what she decides to do tonight.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Santa

This morning we went to our Church holiday breakfast, famous for it's sourdough pancakes and visit from Santa. I took the pictures of all the kiddo's sitting with Santa - some turned out absolutely priceless. So cute!

Here are our two little elves with Jolly Ol Saint Nick:



Beeb - The Artist #2

Tonight (rather, last nights) picture:

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Beeb - The Artist #1

Tonight AH told me that each night when he goes to check on Beeb he looks forward to seeing what artistic creation she has drawn on her Doodle Pro prior to her falling asleep. He suggested that we capture these master pieces as a memento of this stage of her life. Here is tonight's:



Hmmmm, what do you think is on her mind? LOL

On another note, Mr. B was complaining during breakfast that his tooth kept getting in the way. When I investigated I came to see that sure enough a little tooth was hanging by a corner. With his approval I yanked that sucker out and he now has one tooth less than yesterday, with another soon to follow. The poor kid is going to have a tough time eating soon when the other front tooth falls out and he will be short 3 top front teeth in a row! (This reminds me that the "tooth fairy" needs to do her job tonight!)
 
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