A Run with Jen

So starts a typical "I just moved back to Utah during the start of winter" run. After driving through the scattered hail storms I arrived at Sugar House Park. It was a fantastic day in the park complete with background music from the Beatles (Here comes the sun)

Depending on which direction you looked the weather changed

I made sure to put the geese, pigeons, and ducks in my direct path (they almost didn't move)

And then I climbed this mountain. Just kidding!

My legs felt like lead so I did some hill intervals and...

Swing-set cross training! Maybe it is time to admit running is more of a mental break for me

I ran passed Highland High's (one of the best teams this season) football field. That is the one they play their games on.

Time out.

Let us do a comparison with my high school football field

Utah: where people focus on things other than football

Running is my mood booster and I love it even in crazy weather. I even had time to do a little yoga in the mud before I went home before running to my next activity.

Basically, this blog post is to encourage my Dad to get out and run. You think my sense of adventure comes from my youthful recklessness? I assert that it is genetic.


Example 1: After driving for a day across country we arrive at Mecca Moab Utah home of all that is outdoorsy and adventuresome. Shall we stop at Arches National Park before going another 6 or so hours in the car? Absolutely.

Even though he complained the whole way (to all my friends ever past, present, and future may blessings rain down upon you for dealing with me) he was optimistic and took so many pictures!

"Look I'm not dead yet!"

He kept up with me!

 Did my 60 year old dad really make it all the way to delicate arch? I'll let him tell you.

VICTORY!

Example 2: His pre-agreement to run the Resolution Run on Jan 1st with me in Round Rock. A measly 3 miles. Pets and strollers allowed.  Show yourself what Handy men are made of! Kick diabetes/high blood pressure/depression/lack of motivation to the freakin' CURB!

Diamond Belle and other family members agree with me.

I am right and you know it.

Do it.


And stop drinking so your organs won't shut down.

Love you Dad!

My Awesome Workout Plan!!

So this morning while studying in the BoM, I read about how the Nephites became very wicked because they allowed Satan to have power over them. (Hel 6:21-35) After recognizing this in my own life I started my day determined to tell Satan to shove off. Would I listen to the lies and discouragement? No! I’m going to believe God! Immediately my mind went back to General Conference. 

“How was conference for you Kyle?”

 “It was great! I learned to grab Satan by the balls and not take his shiz any more.”

…which is what I learned too! Yay for empowerment! 

Speaking of empowerment I ran a lovely 5 miles today which included being lost for a mile! It was absolutely fantastic. I highly recommend it.  I will now divulge unto the internet my secrets for running success:

1. Running and exercising are between you and your body. Listen to your body. Comparing is bad.

Example: Jen and her new roommates

Jen the Marshmallow and Super Roommate Working out

I started out rough yesterday- something about the pains of moving and living 4000 feet higher than I did a week ago… but hey my body has been better than this before! DO IT AGAIN NOW!! It sure is easier to see how ridiculous I’m being when I look at it like that huh?  

Speaking of comparing… just don’t do it. Ever.

Perhaps I should just let this motivate me?

I met two more of my roommates when they came home for lunch. They went straight to the leafy greens and herbs. When speaking with one of them later about how intimidating it was she wisely said “You assume we don’t have weaknesses. Super Roommate once finished off a whole ice cream cake by herself.” While that ice cream cake ended up being eaten over the course of a week and I could have easily taken it out sooner the point stood out. Everyone has struggles with something. 

2. Stay motivated and remember why you run 

I run because it helps me be free. I get to explore. Today I got to pet a horse that walked up to the sidewalk while I ran by. He looked at me like he was saying “Hey, hey come back. I’m a horse and I’m awesome.” I couldn’t resist even though horses scare me.

I also get to race against myself. Who is the competition? The biggest pansy I know, but a very stubborn pansy she is. It’s a good game.

So sure, I also work on running journals, use mapmyrun.com, and research and establish a training schedule for my marathon goals. These things are really important but without these first two steps I may as well get a new goal. Running is 90% mental and 10% physical after all. I swear that statistic applies to life as well. So if I let Satan into my mind all the sudden I am obsolete. Not today! I recommend reading through general conference so you can also stop listening to the discouragement and doubts about yourself or rather recognize the shiz and put it where it belongs- out of your mind. 

As a disclaimer: I consider all my roommates as my friends and Kyle is one of the coolest people I know. 

Also this is an actual sighting of the pansy with super roommate. I think the representation is pretty accurate.

And Thus we See...

          That phrase is going to haunt me for at least several more months...Speaking at Stake Conference may be one of the scariest things I've ever done. To make it even more of a crazy experience when I went to print out my talk this morning none of the printers in my house were working! So I was the first speaker and was late. Bless the stake presidency! At first I just trotted along. Bishop Shuel saw me and said: Shouldn't you be in there? Walk a little faster! Then I saw Carrie running out to me saying the meeting had already started. That's when I started sprinting. Brother Facer met me at the door with a look of relief and I walked in at the middle of the opening hymn. My heart was beating faster than a scared rabbit bein' chased by a 'coon! Conveniently they had two people bear their testimonies before I gave my talk. Putting the jitters aside knowing that I was sharing what the Lord wanted me to, I went with it. (Good thing Dallas gave me that book about better public speaking!) Here is what I had prepared:

Maybe I’m just shortsighted or maybe it’s because I’m only 23, but I haven’t really analyzed my life for deep lessons learned. Most of the lessons I’m learning I’m currently in the middle of. So, I’m going to take you guys on a trip with me. I promise it will end well. 

I joined the church when I was 16 without really knowing anything about the Mormon religion up to the point of my discussions with the missionaries. I recall feelings extremely inadequate compared to members who had been in the church their whole lives. I knew nothing. I felt sad whenever I was left out because I had never been to primary or I didn’t have all the hymns memorized. All the youth were already friends and I was so intimidated by them. But with the convincing of my bishop, the ward mission leader, and the elders I decided to go to Young Women’s. The fact that I knew nothing became more apparent around these youth but that is when I decided that enough was enough. I began to read the New Era online all the time. I dreamed of being like the people in those stories. The people of Ammon were my heroes. When I was introduced to personal progress I was told it would be ok if I didn’t finish it. By that time I was 17. Even though I was looking into college at the time I thought to myself- I am not missing out on one more thing. I worked so hard to finish personal progress.  I know I’m the person I am today because of it. It gave me everything my testimony needed to be nurtured.  I went to youth conference full of zeal. I reread my journal entries and I wrote down everything that was new to me…which was everything. I went to my first girl’s camp a few months after being baptized. My friends decided I needed to attend the temple in Houston and I received my first limited use recommend in 2004. I remember staying up late doing homework and waking up 3 hours later to go to seminary my senior year.  I attended mutual and eventually people began to think I had been a member my whole life.

How was I able to do all of these things when I knew so little to begin with? Looking back I can see that it was most certainly not a talent or strength I had. There was plenty to be afraid of. I was painfully shy and insecure. My family didn’t like when I did church things and told me about their disapproval often. It was the choice I made that empowered me. I chose to listen to the faith I had developed in my Heavenly Father. I chose to believe that he was really watching over me. I didn’t look back. I only moved forward with faith. 

Sometimes life overwhelms me to the point where I lose my ability to act and I become paralyzed with fear. It is easy to give into fear. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like you gave in. It feels more like you were robbed. 

Last September I was hit by a car while biking home from school. I had just sped up down a hill so the impact was pretty significant but a couple girls helped walk me home and I was in shock but I thought I was fine.  Time helped me to realize I was not fine. My short and long term memory took a major blow from my concussion that lasted for a long time.  It was physically painful to think and other health problems followed that weren’t so visible.  All these things happened during a critical time in my life when I was supposed to be preparing for graduation and graduate school. Things did not go as I had planned however.  It seemed like all my dreams were slipping through my fingers including graduating from college.  While I felt I was losing my mind many things fell away from my life. I couldn’t remember appointments I had made and I needed so much sleep that I couldn’t make it to class. I began to just give up and think “well, maybe this is how things are just going to be.” It was easy to justify not doing things. Since I didn’t expect anything from myself other people began to not expect anything from me either. I moved home dejected and hopeless.  I felt like a failure and I thought I had nothing left to contribute. But like I said before, I can be very short sighted.  

While I was here I was given callings that allowed me to work very hard in the ward. I began to see needs and realize I could do something about them.  I chose not to allow my health problems to bring me down anymore and I rejoiced in the progress I made.  There were many fears that came up: maybe I would relapse. Maybe I wasn’t healing like I thought I was and I would just fall on my face. But what is the benefit of listening to these thoughts? I learned how to choose to have faith. When I put forth the mental effort of casting out these fears my faith flourishes. Fears don’t matter because I trust God. He knows my fears are real but I can reject them and choose faith. 

How many times have I allowed things to get out of hand because I thought I had no control over the situation? The beautiful reality is that I can pick myself up and try again. You may think there is nothing you can control in your personal circumstances. This just isn’t true.  There is so much power inside of you. Choose to forgive and choose not to be angry. Choose to have faith that God knows what He is doing and has prepared a way when He asks us to do these things.  

I get caught up from time to time thinking can I really do this? God believes in me. That is really all that matters.

And thus we see from my life, that God never gives up on you. You are given infinite chances to get back up and try again. We also see that you have the ability to choose to get back up. Give into self pity but it is not as fulfilling as choosing faith. It isn’t fulfilling because doubts are crippling. Choose to believe in God and his mercy and you will never be a failure. You don’t need to be a victim of your circumstances. 

God believes in you and He loves you. Choose to stand up again.

In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

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