A Love For the Ages

A little over a year ago, we almost lost a very good family friend- my second grandmother.  She had an infection that went septic in her body and it was an absolute miracle she lived.  There are no words how I felt two Decembers ago seeing Maryann in a hospital bed, hooked up to ventilator and various other machines.  Her face was hollow and the life and energy that once embodied her was no longer there.  Communication was limited and mobility non-existent.

Fast forward to this past Christmas.  Maryann progressed significantly over the year, with a few mishaps.  Nonetheless, she was off her feeding tube, very talkative and alert.  Her husband of 48 years would come visit her at the assisted living facility twice a day and, of course, brought their dogs up to visit.  Harley never left without saying prayers, leaving a funny note, and a kiss goodbye.

Since being home in December, Harley's cancer he had been battling on and off for 18 years progressed significantly.  In most recent weeks, he grew exceedingly weak and frail, oftentimes not making it up to see Maryann.  Hospice was called in and it became a matter of waiting.

I think one of the hardest things about death is the change that comes with it. Maryann and Harley held me as a baby and practically raised me for the first portion of my childhood.  They attended our family parties, birthdays, and sporting events.  Every time we visited Omaha over the last five years, we never missed the chance to see them. Harley was just one of those staples in my life who was just always there. That changed yesterday, leaving behind his sweetheart. 

With the recent passing of Valentine's Day, I have thought so much about this sweet couple; how they just made love seem so effortless.  I have always looked to them as a perfect example of love. The perfect mix of firecracker and sweet. 

One of my favorite things about these two were their love for dogs.  I remember when they first got Mitzie.  We took her over to Grandpa's house to meet him- and as a little girl, I was so excited! Fast forward to the years after Mitzie: the week before last Christmas, Harley told my mom that he would be driving a couple hours away to "take care of something."  Maryann looked at him with a huge grin as they both acknowledged their secret.  Not long after, Harley walked in with their new Pomeranian!  Harley was quite the stinker, but I love how even in his final days, he was still a kid at heart trying to make his wife happy.

Harley was always working on the next project.  "Mr. Fix It" built his wife her dream porch that evolved over the years.  Visits started in their kitchen decorated with Maryann's favorite animal, pigs! Any man who allows their home to be overrun with pigs is a good one. Later, these visits evolved to their screened in porch which became quite the hot spot for all the birds and squirrels in town!

Above all, Maryann and Harley are two of the most Christlike individuals I have ever met; faithful to the Lord and to one another.  Despite trials throughout their life, they always turned to the Lord.  As a kid, I remember every meal began with grace.  Anyone who Maryann babysat knows it still- "Come Lord Jesus be our guest..."- y'all know the rest.  Maryann's staff was amazing enough to get her out of her assisted living facility this past week to see her husband one last time, saying their prayers before they parted.  I cannot describe how heart wrenching it was that day thinking about their final moments together.

Love has become so distorted these days, marriage mocked, and the idea of a being in a lifelong committed relationship is often scorned.  How grateful I am to have witnessed such a strong marriage.  My only hope is that Riley and I can emulate their relationship as we grow old.

There are love stories, and this is one of my favorites.  A love for the ages.  A love that is memorable, lasting.

"Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed.; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding."  -Nicolas Sparks

Thus can be said the same for love.  Don't over-analyze; don't attempt to fully understand it.

For all you young'ns, don't take your elders for granted.  They will not be there forever.  You will understand as you get older how important they are in your life.

To one of the liveliest, most faithful, hard-working men I know... Until we meet again.  For now, you will be missed.

xoxo

Eat, Sleep, Burpees, Repeat: Conquering The Beast

IMMA BEAST.

Alright, let me explain... As many of you are aware, our team recently ran the Spartan Beast race in Temcula aka "Hellmecula", CA.  The course was 13 miles, and didn't lack any hills... or should I say mountains!  It was packed with 30+ obstacles anywhere from mud pits, monkey bars, rope climbs, barb wire crawl, and of course, the spear throw.  And if you couldn't successfully complete an obstacle, you were required to do 30 burpees!

If you would have told me six months ago that I would be completing this race by the end of the year, I would have looked at you like you were crazy.  Despite a long history running several miles a week, I really lost my motivation to run long distance in sunny, HOT, HOT St. George.  The transition from speed to endurance training was pretty difficult, but it has paid off.  

During the race, you meet strangers from all over.  The first question was always "is this your first race?" Well, yes.  And the follow-up response was always "Why did you choose the Beast in TEMECULA?"  haha guess I didn't quite know what I was getting into... 

Looking back, that race was the of of the hardest things I have ever done.  It took every physical, mental, and emotional strength I had to get through it.  In fact, at the 7-mile mark, I was completely drained.  I couldn't even get my legs to move if I tried.  Then my angel, my boo, Robin, swooped me up with a nut bar that sustained me for the final treacherous 6 miles!  Shout out to Ann, Rob, Steph, and Jon who finished that race with me!  I couldn't have finished without you guys!

It was extremely difficult six hours, but there was nothing sweeter than crossing that finish line with my team.  Whatever you think you CAN'T do, think again... It’s better to look back on life and say: “I can’t believe I did that.” than to look back and say: “I wish I did that.”

Since it was my first race, I learned a lot about the do's and don'ts for our next race (and yes, there is a next time ha).  You live and you learn and here are some takeaways from the past summer:

1 // Mind Over Matter

The training involved with this race was pretty intense, but the physical obstacles were not the toughest aspects to overcome.  As much of the training and race physical, the mental aspect plays a significant role in race prep.  You can only go as far as your mind can take you.  

A lot of this preparation took me back to high school track when Coach Lewis would make us write down our goals and visualize our races.  I didn't appreciate that as much back then, but I certainly do now that I more fully understand the power of visualization and positive affirmations.  There is something extremely powerful about our minds; it's up to us to unlock its potential. 

2 // CREW is ERRTHANG

Team Maximus 300- what can I say?  I have met some pretty amazing women in my life and these girls are way up there.  

You would think with a group of women this large, together 4-6 days out the week for months on end, that there would be some sort of drama right?  Wrong.  I am so very grateful to be surrounded by such a supportive, encouraging, inspirational group of women.  There is no judgement.  There is no tension.  We all have our struggles, but there isn't anything we go through that another can't help.  

This group comes from diverse set of backgrounds, all have different family-life situations, etc, but we all have one common goal: to come together to help each other strive to be better every single day.  

Ladies:  I have nothing but the utmost respect for each of you.  Thank you for being such a great example of how women should carry themselves and accept one another.  As Ronda Rousey would say, we are no DNB's!  

There are only a few of us in the group that do not have kids.  So, to you ladies with kids: who are working full-time, raising a family, AND making time for yourself- THANK YOU... For proving to me that women truly can do it all.  Although I still am not quite on the baby train yet, my perspective of motherhood has changed this past summer.  I used to fear it- not because of the whole "not wanting to give up my body" argument, but more that I am afraid to lose my freedom and I'm afraid that I will have to sacrifice certain.  I want time for a career, I want time for my husband, and I want time for bettering myself.  That fear is no longer there because I see you amazingly strong women do it every day.  I love Amie's saying that all these kiddos have "20 moms" because it is true.  It is so fun to see these sweet babes every day and watch the interaction with their moms. 

Thank you AMIE for leading this pack and helping us to believe our bodies are made for more when we sometimes cannot see it ourselves.  Your leadership inspires me.  And I must say, I have done more burpees in the last four months than I have in my entire life haha!

For this training regimen and this style of race, you have to have a supportive team.  I choose to surround myself with women who empower me; who make me get my ass moving when I don't want to; who hold me accountable; who make me do hard things.  

LOVE MY CREW.

3 // If You Can't Change Your Circumstances, Change Your Perspective

Without even realizing it, this team has saved me in more ways than one.  The beginning of this year was pretty rough for me.  I had just come out of an 18-month graduate program that took up a lot of my time.  When you're as busy as my cohort was for that length of time, it is a pretty big change to suddenly have so much free time- I know, horrible right?  Well, kind of for me.  

I remember constantly feeling as though I was no longer progressing, no longer striving for something.  I reached my goal of finishing undergrad, graduate school, maxed out at my job, etc.  This was a big struggle for me.  I was constantly seeking knowledge: listening to podcasts, reading books, searching for community involvement, but it never was quite enough.  It wasn't until the spring time that I really started to focus on how could I change things to make me more content in St. George (hours from family).  

Anyone know about the law of attraction?  Well, it's real.  I was constantly seeking out opportunities to distract myself from homesickness, stress, and other personal issues; in that search, I found these girls and I couldn't be more grateful.  

Training for the Spartan race gave a a purpose for my workouts and kept me motivated daily.  Not to mention, I am doing it in good company.  

If you are unhappy about your current situation, change it.  You may not be able to change your circumstances, but you certainly can change your perspective.  I am loving and taking advantage of our time here in St. George now more than ever.  YOU choose your happy.

4 // Train For Performance And Aesthetics Will Follow

Why do I exercise?  I won't lie, I want to look good- who doesn't?  I want to feel comfortable in my own skin and the physical aspect has a lot to with that confidence.  I never really struggle with being overweight, but always struggled with "tall and scrawny" haha.  Side note:  my physical therapist says I do "suffer" from "long femur"- yep, that IS a thing! ;)  

Anyway, for the past few years, I was more focused on the aesthetics coming out of my workouts.  I've realized that if you are only going for looks, you won't succeed.  Over the past few months, I have learned to train for performance and then the aesthetics will follow.  Of course it I try to watch my progress aesthetically, but as long as I feel good and the accomplishing the routines, I am satisfied.  

After several years of being ill with chronic staph, I couldn't be more grateful to be at a point where I am now.  To be able to go months without having to take breaks because of a weakened immune system has felt incredible.  A year ago I made a commitment to a healthier lifestyle.  Since that time, I am stronger and healthier now than ever before.

I don't know what my weight is and I've never measured myself, but I can bust out a 13-mile OCR without dying haha.  To me, that is a success and whatever follows is an added bonus.

5 // Find Balance

I have always placed high priority on self-improvement and personal development.  Perhaps one of my favorite things about training with Amie is her focus on three things: mind, body, and soul.  As much as we work to feed our bodies, feeding our minds and souls are just as, if not more, important.  

I have seen it too much where people, particularly women, lose themselves in fitness.  Whether it be constant bra/undie body pics on social media all the way to leaving their significant other, women tend to lose sight of their true beauty.  

Find a balance in your priorities.  If you can't make it to a workout, just kill it even more at the next session- there will always be a next time.

We can have the perfect bodies, but without having good hearts and the willingness to serve others, we are nothing.  We all progress in our own way, just don't forget who you are.  

So... What's Next?

If Temecula wasn't crazy enough, our team to competing in the Sacramento Super and Sprint weekend in November.  A few of of will be racing to complete our TRIFECTA (finish all three race levels in one year)!  Here's to ending 2015 with a bang!  

AROO!

I can't end this post without giving a shoutout to my hubby!  He has been an incredible support through this process.  Anywhere from late nights with the girls to financial expenses to spectating in the 100 degree sun for an entire day- this guy has done it all.  Riley's had to put up with a lot of my crazy adventures and I couldn't be more grateful to have such a great partner in this life.

I am pleased to announce that he will be running the Spartan Sprint with us in November!  So excited to share this experience with him.  Thanks for all you do baby boo!  

Thanks to the rest of my family and friends who have supported me (and the rest of the team) over this past summer- You all are amazing!!

xoxo

F I V E

Five years, huh?  It feels like just yesterday that Riley and I were making that 90-minute drive from Pocatello to Logan every weekend.  Making that commute was tedious at times, but looking back, those were the best days.

Riley and I have known each other going on ten years now and I love him more now than ever.  It's so crazy to think about how we came together.  All the events that had to align just right to meet one another in Omaha during the summer of '06.  Although we weren't aware of it then, I would like to think that this whole thing, me and Riley, were meant to be.  I like those sappy love stories, I believe in fate, and that we all have other half.  If you haven't found him/her yet, just know it took four years for me to realize Riley was that other half.

These last four years have been full of ups and downs, lefts and rights and through it all, Riley has been my rock.  I didn't realize it until I was married how grateful I am to have a companion, someone who will be by my side no matter what the season, someone I can vent to, someone to share my insecurities with, someone I can share my hopes and dreams, and someone I can be completely vulnerable towards.  I can't even imagine what it would be like without him.

I am not going to go into that mushy gushy stuff, because let's be honest, I have done a lot of that on this blog already ha!!  But I do want to share some of the things that I have learned along the way.  I hope this resonates with those who will or have already embarked on the incredible journey of marriage:

• Be Together, But Don't Be.  I remember so many of my friends in Logan would talk about how people changed when they got married.  The notion was that once you get married, you pretty much disappear from the social scene.  I understand the importance of spending time together, but I understand that being alone and have time away from your spouse is even more significant.  Riley and I aren't afraid to get away with our friends for a weekend or to have a night by ourself.  When you're married, don't lose your individual self that makes you "you." 

• Independence. One of the greatest blessings (although not necessarily by choice) has been living far from family, particularly over the past almost four years.  It's just been me and Riley; no parents and no siblings to constantly call for help.  We have relied on one another and the network of friends we have built up in St. George.  Of course, this doesn't mean we don't miss them all because we certainly do!!  If you really want to test your marriage and your resilience, move away for a few years.  Let your best opportunities for a better future as a family lead you.

• Call Their BS. This isn't as bad as it sounds.  You both are bound to encounter things that will upset or bother you.  Instead of stewing over it, be honest with one another and express your feelings.  One of the key lessons in personal and professional life is that people don't know how they are acting until someone makes them aware.  A behavior cannot be adjusted if someone doesn't know they are doing it.  Avoiding those small problems can lead to larger issues if they are prolonged... so, cut the CRAP! ;)

• Never Stop Dreaming.  I am a dreamer.  I am a goal-setter.  I have a vision for the way I want my life and my career to go.  Riley knows this and he knew this before we got married.  I know he is the same way.  He has goals and vision for his career and family 20 years down the road.  The best thing you can do in a marriage is to honor and validate those goals of personal growth and development.  Of course, there will always be unexpected turns, but you will always get where you need to go.  I am so grateful for Riley's hard work and his willingness to allow me to chase my passions.  Support.  Sacrifice.

• FORGIVE. FORGIVE. FORGIVE.  This one does not need much explanation.  We don't have many big arguments, but of course every couple encounters this.  These arguments tend to come in those brief moments of fatigue, stress, and perhaps even hunger haha.  I know I am one of the most stubborn people, ask Riley and my mom ha.  Of course, this is never a good ingredient in the recipe for getting along.  One of the aspects in our marriage have taken greatest pride in is our ability to recognize our faults and apologize quickly.  Neither of us can go long being upset with one another and it isn't worth it to allow hard feelings to go on.

                                    

I recently started a book called Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist.  Her chapters range anywhere from food to friends to family to work.  Possibly one of my favorite chapters is one titled "A Blessing for a Bride."  Here is an excerpt:

"People refer to your wedding day as the best day of your life. I understand why entirely. I remember my wedding day so absolutely clearly. I remember putting on the veil, seeing Aaron’s face for the first time, the heaviness of my dress as I walked down the aisle with my dad. I remember the taste of the champagne and the sound of the band. I remember dancing with Aaron as though it was last night, and it was nearly eight years ago.

This is the thing, though: When people tell you that your wedding day is the best day of your life, what it sort of sounds like they’re saying is that it’s all downhill after the wedding is over. So many pastors make it a point to tell you, right during the ceremony, that it’s all fun and games while you’re wearing the dress and holding the flowers, but that serious business starts when the dancing stops. That’s true, in some ways. Marriage is a serious business, and there’s a lot to marriage that you can’t see from where you’re standing in the front of a church, bridesmaids surrounding you.

Your wedding day will, of course, be an extraordinary day. But on that day, you cannot imagine the beautiful, life-altering, soul-shaping things ahead of you. This is just the beginning. I know you believe that you could not possibly love him more than you do right now. I understand that. I felt that. I was wrong. I’m not an expert on anything, and certainly not on marriage, but I’m here to tell you that what you feel on your wedding day is like dipping your toe in an ocean, and with every passing year, you swim farther and farther from the shore, unable, at a certain point, to see anything but water. This is just the beginning, and you can’t imagine the love that will bloom between you over time.

You will cry together, laugh together, pray and dance and move furniture together. You will learn and unlearn things, make a home together, hurt each other’s feelings without meaning to, and sometimes very much on purpose. You will learn over time that the heart of marriage is forgiveness. You will learn in the first six months how much forgiveness he requires, and then you will realize, in the six months after that, just how much forgiveness you yourself need.

A piece of practical advice: you will not sleep well the night before your wedding. It’s pretty much a fact. Your mind will rattle and shake, full of bizarre fears. You fear that your dress will fall off. It will not. You fear that you did not, in fact, secure a caterer. You did. You will fear, with each passing hour of the night, that your face is puffing up like a sausage and the area under your eyes is becoming blacker than an eight ball. This is not true. You are young, and a good makeup artist can cover a multitude of sins. Wake up a bridesmaid or your mother, make some tea, and let them remind you about the important things: the florist will indeed show up, your crazy uncle probably will hit on your bridesmaids, but they’ll play it off graciously, and most important, you are indeed ready to be a wife.

Part of being a married couple means that you create a new identity together, woven from your experiences and histories and lives. Work hard to become your own family, with your own values and traditions, things you always do, things you never do, things that bring you back to why you fell in love in the first place. Dance to your song in the backyard, wear your wedding shoes every anniversary. Carve out your own history together, little by little, month by month, year by year. Because there will be seasons that are as dry as deserts, and the history of your love for one another will be the water you need to bring new life and growth, turning that season from dust to garden once again.

Today is about the promise of the future and all the great moments of the past and, indeed, this beautiful present where you stand together, surrounded by people who love you and who are praying that your marriage is one of the great ones. It could be, you know, if you work hard and forgive often, and get over yourself and your selfishness over and over again. It could be one of the stories people tell, when they want to believe in love’s power and life’s richness. It could be one that your children and grandchildren tell each other, praying that someday they’ll have a love like yours.

My grandparents celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary this year. They are one of those couples that are living a love story every day, even after sixty years. They went to third grade together, and then Grandma’s family moved away. And when they met again at seventeen, Grandpa swears he remembered that beautiful face from the third grade. They were married at the Justice of the Peace, just before Grandpa left for the Navy. They moved to Hawaii a few years after the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Life took them to California for a few years, and then back home to Michigan. At their house in Kalamazoo, Grandpa worked in his shop while Grandma tended her roses, all along the white fence. We watched them slow dance in the kitchen and loved to look through their pictures from Hawaii and their sailing trips. They love to ride bikes together, and for their seventy-fifth birthdays, they took their tandem recumbent bike to Washington, DC, to ride along the Potomac.

On the night of their anniversary party, we had dinner and cake and when we toasted them, essentially, we all said the same thing. We each said our own versions of thank you for having a marriage that gives us something extraordinary to aspire to. Thank you for all the times we caught you kissing in the kitchen and all the times you showed us pictures of your wedding and your years in Hawaii and your sailing trips and bike rides. Thank you for giving us a picture of how we could be, if we work really hard and are very good to one another. Thank you for living with so much love and tenderness and laughter that we have in you a real life picture of how good it can be.

You, my dear friend, will be a bride for one day, but you will, with God’s grace and your own very hard work, be a wife to this man every day for the rest of your life. Being a bride is super-fun, but it pales in comparison to the thrill and beauty of being a part of one of the truly great partnerships, like my grandparents. 

Make your love story one worth telling. 

Make it one worth living, every day, as long as you both shall live."

I love our love.  I love our adventures and I love coming home to you.  Riley, thank you for doing this life with me.

I hope we can always set an example to others as we move forward, as well as continue to be an example to one another.  May we always live in the present and savor these days when it's just you and me (and Jersey of course).  And one day when we look back, I hope our story is worth telling.

Here's to locking that love and throwing away the key.

xoxo

Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.