- My first "real" mountain biking experience ever -- I have the bruises to prove it
- My first time camping in the snow (well, that I can remember)
- My first time exploring the red rock wonders that are featured on Utah's license plate






-Damien Rice-






What better way to start a class than to have your teacher announce, "Today we're going to talk about fruit." Welcome to Flexibility and Relaxation, the best class I've ever taken at Brigham Young University. While we stretch and listen to the musical stylings of Eva Cassidy, Ben Harper, Jack Johnson and the like, we also are enlightened on the positive effects of eating vegetables, lifting weights, and getting a good night's rest. And what better way to end a class than with a mandatory 15 minute power nap? I'm telling you, it doesn't get much better than this.
everything is now measured against. Six months have come and gone and so have he and I. And sometimes I wonder what's happening right now that will change everything... six months from now.
Today I found new motivation; I woke up before class to go for a morning run. It's been a few weeks since I've done that and I'm thankful that I did. Not only did I use some energy that prepared me to actually fall asleep for the first time during power nap time in Flexibility and Relaxation (yes, that's a real class), I also got to watch the sun reflect off of the most beautiful display of morning clouds. After I got ready for the day and headed up to campus the sky was already shrouded in a solid layer of white. It feels so good to see and appreciate something that so few even notice.
Today I discovered a new favorite winter sport - cross-country skiing. As a long-time devoted fan of downhill, I'd never ventured to do what I assumed was nothing more than putting a lot of work into getting nowhere. I could not have been more misinformed. Am I the only one that didn't realize that there are significant hills involved in XC skiing? Well, there are. Both up and down. And incredible views. So next time you're in the mood for some thigh burning winter fun, strap on the skis and head for the back country. I'm converted.
