Happy New Year!!

I know, it's like almost February.
Bare with me. . .

I've made a huge resolution, huge for me anyway, and I plan to achieve it.

I'm going to run the St. George Marathon!

I've made this resolution for a lot of reasons and since a lot of them have to do with a certain someone
(three guesses who)
I figured I should blog about it.

Reason number one:

Running has always been my stress reliever. Whenever something stressful happens I will get up and go running. Running stripes me of all my walls and lets me know my true self. I get to push myself to my limits. For some reason this calms me, like showing myself that I still have something constructive to let it out on. I found this outlet when I was 14 and never let it go. You can thank my cross country coach for that, Coach Bentley. He never let me break, even when I wanted to. It's no lie when I say that Jeff leaving has stressed me out. Sorry, but duh. Jeff and I were ready to get married, but there was one more thing he needed to do first. All you married people need to think back to when you met your spouse and knew they were the one you wanted to get married to. Now. . . imagine that you must now say goodbye for two years and they aren't supposed to think about you because you are now a distraction. ;) Stress? Yes! So, I run and run and run! Ha ha! Jeff is not my stress, the situation is. Which isn't anyone's fault, but it comes with the territory. It's a complicated game.

Reason number two:

I want to do something life changing before he comes home. Granted going to school, institute, and work can be life changing, but I was doing that before Jeff left. I believe the journey to the marathon will be more important than the actual thing itself. Sounds weird, but I forsee a lot of self discovery in this. I want to be able to say to Jeff that I've changed in good ways and seen myself in different lights.

Reason number three:

In wanting to take good care of myself. It is a running joke between my brother Tyler and I that I need to eat and gain as much as possible before Jeff gets home. Then we will see if he really loves me. ;) Looks like I better hurry, he only has about a year left!