On December 7th (6 months after my partial nephrectomy) I decided to force the issue and try to get my life back to normal by running a marathon.  But there was nothing official going on so I just drove my car 26.2 miles out of town and ran home.  Life-back-to-normal backfired on me at mile 6 when I tried to answer my phone and slipped off a high shoulder and sprained my ankle pretty good.  I was determined to finish so I ignored the pain and finished anyway.  It took me 7 hours and 53 minutes to complete.  I called my wife and asked her to bring me a flashlight since it’d be getting dark.  She met me with 7 miles to go and it took everything I had not to wimp out and just get in the car with her.  Heather is so amazing that she didn’t even tempt me by offering me a ride home.  She later said it took everything she had to drive away as she watched me limp on down the road.  I paid the price for running 20 miles of my personal marathon on a sprained ankle and it took months for it to get back to normal.

A couple of months ago I was enduring my commute (over an hour each day from Tooele to Orem) and I saw a billboard advertising the Provo City Marathon.  When I saw that it would take place on May 7th I immediately knew I’d be participating. The fact that portions of our registrations were donated to the Huntsman Cancer Foundation was an added bonus.   My cousin had recently finished running the Boston Marathon in under 3 hours and I decided I’d be happy to double her time.  She’s amazing!

The official marathon I ran today was quite a bit different than my personal marathon.  This time I experienced the anxiety of not waking up on time which included a little nightmare that was all too real and left me waking up thinking I really had missed my alarm, despite the fact that I set three different alarms.  I experienced a heck of a bus ride up to the starting line.  Our bus driver had a trampoline seat and every bump had him springing 3 to 4 feet up into the air as he hung onto the wheel for dear life.  He didn’t even know where the starting line was and had to ask us for directions.  I experienced the cold and anxiety of waiting for the official start.  For the first 6 miles I got to run with other people, but because this was the first year of this distance for Provo City there weren’t too many of us and things thinned out pretty good after that.  I was able to experience the wonderful volunteers, a bib number, a timing chip and many encouraging honks, shouts and waves.  And, best of all, I experienced the joy of seeing my family cheering for me at the finish line.  My kids even ran with me hand in hand across the finish line.  What a day!

So things are well with me.  I’ve come a long way and I’m feeling so blessed that I’m alive and in good health. The temporary pain I pushed through today just reminds me that I am indeed alive!

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is a big change from when we bagged Grandeur Peak last year.  We had to hike down in the dark and he broke down and cursed the rocks that kept tripping him. But without the darkness hindering him on this occasion, he thrived!  I was so proud of both of them as we got to the top and looked out at the many peaks and valleys surrounding us.

It was a thrill to see their determination to get down, too.  We hit some steep, slippery, muddy spots on the way down (hiking the loop so as not to backtrack) and Griff took the first spill.  His pants were completely muddy and I thought we might have a repeat of the 2009 summit where he would begin to be frustrated by the decent.  Instead, he shook it off and continued down ahead of me.  That proved to be nearly disastrous as I took my turn at a fall and lost my footing and began to slide down the muddy trail.  With Griff in front of me I piled right into him.  Sami, my 9 year-old daughter, turned out of our way like a skilled bull-fighter and we slid on past her.  Griffin wasn’t sure what was going on as he was forced into my lap, but he managed to catch a glimpse of my smile and realized that we must just be going for a little ride.  We must have slid 25 yards before I managed to hault our progress – just in time, too.   The trail began to turn and we stopped ourselves at the switchback before nearly sliding off the trail off the even steeper mountainside.

After that near miss we continued on down the trail.  We just kept hiking and hiking and after a while Sami pointed out that we hadn’t even taken a rest yet.  We turned around and saw a group behind us up on the saddle and Sami and Griff suggested that we not take a rest the whole way down and added that we shouldn’t let the group above us catch up.  So down we continued and stop we did not.  Although Griff began to doddle and when I suggested that we stop and rest because “you’re doddling, Griff” he asked me for the definition of doddle and I explained it to him.  ”You’re kicking every rock, you’re grabbing every branch and bush.  You’re doddling.”  That didn’t make the difference, but when I pointed out the group of hikers behind us and he saw that they were gaining on us he started running down the trail.  He set the pace for us the rest of the way down and we didn’t stop running until we caught up to some riders on horseback.  Even then we were able to keep a good jog going and the group never caught us.

Griffin and Samantha were very happy to be down, but even more I could sense that they were happy for their accomplishment. They made it all the way to the top of a peak and looked out at all they surveyed.  They endured the trials of fatigue and overcame their desire to stop and rest.  They made it to the bottom safely and we made memories that we will never forget.

Just one week later I felt the need to hike another peak and this time Sami wouldn’t be able to join us.  She cried when I told her Griff and I were going to hike to the top of another peak.  She wanted to join us so bad but she also wanted to go to a church function where she would be able to dress up as a princess.  The princess in her won out and I promised that I wouldn’t hike the peak that I told her we were going to hike – that we would wait for her to hike that peak.  That consoled her enough that Griff and I were able to go without her.

As I thought about alternate peaks I ran through all the peaks I’d love to hike again.  One by one I excluded peak after peak as I remembered their level of difficulty and potential danger due to exposure and drop-offs.  It was a tweet that I saw about the Snowbird Tram being free with a can of food donation that weekend that led me to believe that Twin Peaks American Fork was the peak we would bag together.  I had hiked them once before but I came up the west side and took a “shortcut” down the east side, the side we would now hike up together.  I was also excited about bagging two official peaks and another mountain top, Red Top Mountain or Red Stack (not officially a peak due to its lack of prominence) all in one hike.

We rode up on the tram which was a thrill for Griffin. We noted that the last ride down was at 5 pm.  It was approaching 1 pm as we started off and headed up the trail from the tram.  I was surprised how quickly the trail turned into pure ridge-line as we began to scramble on and over rocks and slipped by trees and managed sheer drop offs.  Griffin was oblivious to the dangers and on one hand I was glad for that.  I didn’t want him to be scared, but when he put his hands in his jacket pockets and acted like he was walking down the side walk I was forced to say something.  I couldn’t believe how nervous I was for him, but I wanted him to be able to tackle this on his own so I just stayed right behind him and placed my arms by him in a way that I could catch him if he fell to the left or to the right, keeping him from falling to his death.  It was the first time that I remember being scared as I hiked to the top of a peak!  It made me wonder if I’ve been as oblivious to the looming dangers as Griffin was today.  I began to fast forward 10 years when Griff tells me that he’s going to bag Lone Peak with some friends.  If he’s as nonchalant as he is today (and as I’ve apparently been for years and years) then I hear myself denying his request.  But I talk myself down from that and convince myself that he’ll be fine, just as I’ve been fine.  I’m flashed back to the present when we come to a spot on the ridge-line that looks impassable and I have to survey where to direct Griffin next.  The “trail” doesn’t get any easier as we continue our ascent, but we carry on as thoughts of turning back have long since expired.

We make it to the top of the first of the twin peaks and feel good about making it to the top.  The ridge-line to the second twin is an easy and care-free jaunt down and then back up and we take a break and eat the lunch we packed.  It’s 3 pm and I consider heading back down without visiting Red Top due to our 5 pm deadline.  But I can’t resist and we carry on to the west to get three in one day.  What an accomplishment for a 7 year-old, I think to myself.  I also have an old geocache that I hid before he was born that I’d like to pay a visit.  That mountain is a little bit further away and a lot more down before a bit more up, but we make it.  The geocache log stalls us further as I read through the entries and delight in the fact that it has caused enough motivation for others to hike to this location of much beauty.

We finally head back but by the time we make it to where we first summited it is 4:10 pm.  We have to make it down the difficult spine and we only have 50 minutes to do it.  I had already considered taking the “shortcut” that I took when I hiked down this side before, but I remembered enough that I knew it to be a risk with a child.  But so was hiking back the way we came and for a moment I thought the shortcut could get us back in time for the last ride down.  As we reach the point of decision I look at the steep slope on my left (north side) and then consider that perhaps the steep slope on my right my be the better “shortcut”.  There are wide ski roads at the bottom of each slope, but the one on the right is a little closer and the terrain is slightly grassy as opposed to scree and rock.  I decide we should risk it.

Note to self – if the words “risk it” are included when considering a decision, reconsider.

We had to down climb a series of cliffs before we could reach the steep and grassy slope.  I would climb down to a spot and then help Griffin down to a place where he would be able to hold on by himself.  Then we’d repeat the process over and over again.  The time for him to conquer this mountain by himself had passed and I was holding on to him for dear life as much as possible by this point.  When we finally reached the steep slope I held out my arm and Griffin held on to it like a sleigh handle and as I controlled our slide down the mountain as he followed down like a kid learning to ski.  He caught on quick and it wasn’t long before he was a pro.

We finally made it to the ski road at 5:35 pm.  I broke the news to Griffin that we probably missed the last tram and I began to prepare him mentally for the hike all the way to the bottom without the aid and comfort of an enclosed carrier dangling on a cable.  I reassured him that the rest of the way down would be nothing like what we had just hiked.  That brought him some relief and he quickly accepted the fact that we had at least an hour or two of hiking ahead of us.

We decided to hike to the tram anyway, just in case.  Earlier as we looked down on the tram we could see groups of people which gave us hope that we still had time to make it.  But now we could see nobody and we accepted our fate.  We were prepared with flashlights and extra layers so I knew we were prepared.  A ride down still would be nice.  I was surprised to see a man appear at the top of the hill as we climbed the last bit to the tram.  The split-second of hope that I felt at seeing someone faded quick as I realized it was a Snowbird employee and I knew in an instant that he was waving us down the hill to let us know that we missed the last tram.  To my surprise, however, he was waving us up the hill and he yelled out to hurry because everyone is waiting for us!  We ran up the hill as fast as we could which was not an easy task. We were both out of breath by the time we reached the top but we were both grinning from ear to ear at the thought that our journey had now come to an end.

I was thrilled that neither one of  us had died or been injured.  I still feel a touch of guilt for taking my 7 year-old on such a tough and dangerous journey.  On the other hand I’m so glad we were able to accomplish this feat, but I’m now determined to stick to the peaks that have actual trails to the top until I have more confidence in my little hikers.  I look back and consider it quite the blessing that Sami wasn’t able to join us.  Although if she was able to join us we would’ve been hiking to the top of Stansbury Island, the peak that she didn’t want us to attempt without her because it’s an island, afterall!  She would likely have been disappointed with her grand delusions, but thank goodness I didn’t have two little ones to look after on our hike to Twin Peaks!

I made it up to Sami by hiking to a high spot in the Oquirrh mountains on Monday night.  The offer was extended to Griffin but he declined.  He had had enough peak hiking for one week  and two days wasn’t enough time for him to forget the trial.  Cold weather has hit the Wasatch and surrounding mountains and it would seem that the season for peak bagging has passed.  Warmer weather this week has caused me to second guess that fact, but the now on the tops of the mountains remains and all I need to do is imagine my children slipping and sliding in the icy snow and my obsession is squelched for the time being.  We’ll get back to it next year when the snow melts off in July.

We’ll also get back to the rock climbing that has dogged me ever since I took a fall in May that ended up saving my life.  I’m the proud new owner of a stylish grey rock-climbing helmet, so we’re good to go!  My kids have missed it this year so we’ll be glad to get back to it.  Until then we’ll look back fondly on the fun memories we made during our month of peak fever!Similar Posts:

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One comment Heather made during the interview that didn’t go live was about her trust in the board members that we elected to make decisions on our behalf.  I would like to echo that sentiment and thank the Tooele County School Board and Administration for making some really tough decisions about the future of our children.  I have no doubt that they deliberated hard and long and thought about the impact that their judgment would have on our children.   I hope that despite tough times, public school funding will continue as more difficult decisions are made in the 2009 Legislative session.

While it may be prudent to tighten the proverbial belt in uncertain times, it would be irresponsible if we didn’t continue to make education a priority.  It’s the same type of decision that we all make in our own families when the budget is tight.   A responsible family doesn’t spend a lot of money on vacations if they’re not going to have enough money to pay their bills.  If that still doesn’t cut it, a responsible family cancels their cable TV and they figure out other ways they can save money, even when it means  a little discomfort on the part of the parents.  The very last person to suffer (if at all) is the child.

Parents sacrifice a lot to make sure their children are happy, and it shouldn’t be too much different when it comes to our schools.  We all want the best for our children and  Tooele County School District is making the same types of decisions that fall right in line with the decisions a  responsible family would be making.  Of course, with tough decisions comes some tough criticism.  As long as it is constructive and not hostile, I’m sure the Board would love to hear from you.  They meet again on February 3 at 6:30 p.m. at the District Office.

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Of all my gifts I’ve enjoyed pouring through my DNA data since I got the results back on December 19th. It’s been absolutely fascinating, if not for the health and traits data then for the ancestry information that it has opened my eyes to. For anyone else that has been tested, you might find it interesting to know that my Paternal Haplogroup is R1b1c10 (also known as R-U152 or S28) and my Maternal Haplogroup is H3. I found out that I’m 100% European (more specifically from Northern Europe) and of all the groups of people from around the world I’m genetically most similar to the Irish.   And the great thing about 23andMe is that they’re constantly updating my information as DNA research uncovers more and more information.  So this will be a gift that keeps on giving!

My children enjoyed Christmas and we were able to hold them off until 7:45 a.m.  We went to the movies this afternoon (one of our Christmas day traditions) and saw Bedtime Stories.  I love to hear Griff laugh and this show got a few good laughs out of him.  I thought it was decent since I was there with my kids.  It’s amazing how seeing your kids get enjoyment out of something makes it all that much more enjoyable for you.

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I also have a cousin (Kerstin Tenney) that recently made it into the Orchestra at Temple Square. She plays the violin. They recently performed with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir at the rededication of the Utah State Capitol building and Kerstin is featured at the 4:10 mark and the 7:00 mark. It was written by Kurt Bestor, a composer I’ve loved ever since the “Innovators” release.

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Clark Planetarium launches a new, much-anticipated, music entertainment show featuring one of the greatest bands of the last two decades. “U2” is the first ever full-dome production featuring U2’s timeless classics and modern hits, set to lighting and animation effects using the latest in CGI and laser technology. Special effects performed live by our theater presenters make each show a one-of-a-kind experience.

The latest CGI technology? Really? Maybe I’ve been spoiled by HD content (which I don’t even enjoy in my own home) so I expect to see everything in vivid detail, but that’s what I expect when a show is touted as “using the latest in CGI and laser technology”. I’m really interested to know what part of that show involved anything that can be considered the “latest”. Judge for yourself. The graphics looks like something out of Doom, only these graphics were faded in color – the opposite of vivid. Maybe the lack of vivid color and clear details in graphics had something to do with the fact that we were viewing the dome through thick, latest-in-technology smoke that made it possible for us to view the latest-in-technology lasers. Then there was the “Star Operator” that kept begging for approval. “Do you like it? Come on!!! I gotta hear you! If you like it, let me hear you!” He just wouldn’t shut up and he even threatened not to show us the last song if we didn’t scream and cheer for more. By the way, the entire show only lasted 40 minutes! We were in line for 15 minutes (which resulted in us getting front row seats – not a good thing in a dome config) and then we sat there waiting for the show to start for 15 minutes.

Maybe I was only so disappointed because it’s how my wife and I chose to celebrate our 11 years of marriage. I would rather have seen U23D for a third time, which brings me to the second part of my opinion. U23D is awesome! If you’ve always wanted to go to a U2 concert but couldn’t get tickets in time or refused to pay $100 per ticket, this is your chance to get front row seats! I don’t know how much longer it will be in theaters, but I hope to make it at least one more time. My biggest desire would be to go with a theater full of die-hard U2 fans. I can’t help but to clap and cheer after each song because that’s what I’ve done at the three U2 concerts I’ve attended, and never did I have as good a seat at any of them as I did at this one. The only problem with that is some people come for the movie experience instead of the concert experience. They have a drink and popcorn and they watch it as if it were a movie, but it’s really not! That’s why it would be nice to attend with a bunch of fans that are there for the concert experience.

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The line started at doors 14 and 15 or thereabouts, which is on the east side of the building. There were ushers every so often so that you were sure to stay on course and that led me through the middle level of the auditorium all the way to the west side of the building and then back out into the halls and all the way back to the east side of the building, almost to where I entered. Then up the escalators and finally up to where the busts of the presidents of the church are on display. That’s where the Prophet laid peacefully, surrounded by flowers and mourning members (and likely non-members, as well). As I paid my respects I recited the words Gordon B Hinckley (which has become our own personal family motto and that we’ve all memorized; even Griffin can say it word for word) and felt a profound love for him and the difference he’s made in my life. Our family motto is:

The time has come for us to stand a little taller. This is a season to be strong. It is a time to move forward without hesitation. It is a time to do what is right, regardless of the consequences that might follow. It is a time to be found keeping the commandments. It is a time to be considerate and good, decent and courteous towards one another in all of our relationships. We have nothing to fear. God is at the helm.

Our Prophet was always one to encourage and in a way that made you feel loved and not scorned. He always commended the Saints for doing their best and then encouraged us to do a little better. As I thought about his legacy (many say it’s a legacy of Temples that he left us that he is best known and will be best remembered) but the reoccurring feelings and thoughts that passed through my mind was that of his pure love that he had for everyone. He was truly a charitable and loving man of God. He will be missed.Similar Posts:

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I’ve been involved with the PTA since my daughter began school in September of last year. I attended my second Leadership Training Convention on Thursday and Friday which happens annually in May. Last year I was inspired by Ronda Rose, Legislative Vice President on the Utah PTA Executive Board. She finished up her term this year and she will be greatly missed because of her ability to speak from her heart, stand up for her convictions, and truly inspire! All the effort I’ve given and all the effort I will continue to give will be, in part, inspired by this amazing woman.

This year I was inspired by the last workshop that I attended; one that I really didn’t have time to attend and one that I had to leave half way through, but the half that I was privileged to listen to proved extremely worthwhile. The workshop was entitled Rachel’s Challenge and was brought about by the tragic events of April 20, 1999 when two students killed 12 students and 1 teacher at Columbine High School. Rachel Scott was the first to die that dreadful day. But little did anyone know, except Rachel herself as she foreshadowed in her diary, that her death would touch millions of hearts.

After her death an essay that she had written for a class was found under her bed. The message of the essay inspired the family to share and challenge people everywhere to take upon themselves Rachel’s “Codes of Life“. There are five of them and they gel nicely with my personal beliefs. But put in perspective of her life and tragic death, they suddenly took on new light and meaning. How this girl of 17 was able to have such vision is a miracle.

I listened eagerly as Dana Scott, Rachel’s sister, shared her story with us. The presentation consisted of heartfelt narration by Dana along with video clips and slide show pictures. It was the best powerpoint presentation I had ever seen. I found myself watching Dana as she watched the video clips and I tried to imagine what she must have felt losing her sister and nearly losing her brother. I watched as her emotions changed from sadness and fear during the news clips that showed the tragedy of that day to pure joy when they showed footage of her as a child, full of joy (incidentally her middle name) and life. I felt myself empathizing, which has only begun to happen in my life as of two years ago.

Several years ago I had a friend who had cancer. I wasn’t being especially empathetic as I talked about the situation with my wife in the car one day. She chastised me for my lack of a Christ-like attitude. At first I didn’t accept that I needed to change. My feeling was that difficulties happen in everyone’s life and that you just accept it and get over it; a complete lack of empathy. But the fact that I recognized that it was not Christ-like to have such an attitude led me to search out that attribute and I began to pray for it.

Several months passed and nothing major had changed despite my prayers. I still had a general sense of disdain for other people’s burdens but continued to search out a change of heart. It was a hot day on the 18th of July, 2005 where Clint (a friend and co-worker) and I found shade under the curved steps of the Salt Lake City Library. Just as we were finishing our 7-11 hot dogs we heard what sounded to me like a skate board hitting the pavement, but much louder. It wasn’t long before we both realized that something terrible had happened. We ran over to where the noise came from and much to our shock we found the body of a woman lying face up on the brick-lain sidewalk. I’ll spare you the rest of the details, but suffice it to say, the woman had jumped from the top of the library to her untimely death, despite what paramedics tried to do for her.

I was still unaware how much this event would effect my life. Clint and I tried to deal with it the best we could through humor, but as the days went on it haunted me. I found myself reading her obituary and all of the online comments from the online version on the local newspaper’s website to try and find out who this woman was and why she would do such a thing. Her name was Michelle Marie Macy and she was only 39 years old. She was a pharmacist and married, but had no children. She loved cats. She had family who loved her. I began to recognize feelings of empathy within myself, but the true change of heart came when I found the courage inside to pray for Michelle – a complete stranger. I prayed for her family and those who must be feeling the pain of her untimely passing. I experienced true compassion and charity during that prayer and when I finished I found that I was crying. The change of heart that I had been praying for had finally come!

I hope Michelle’s family will find comfort that her death was not in vain, just as Rachel’s death was not in vain. My life was touched and I learned a lesson that was long overdue. I hope that one day I can give Michelle a hug and tell her that I love her. I don’t know what circumstances she must have been going through to come to that point, but I know that Jesus Christ loves her. I know that her family loves her.

So it was with charity and love that I listened to the message that Rachel’s sister had to share. Her message did not fall on unfertile soil. I will take the message to heart, re-evaluate my life, and strive to improve myself. That is the Purpose of Life – day by day, week by week, year by year.Similar Posts:

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So far I can already tell that it’s done a decent job of automatically picking up my blog settings, including font colors and background color. For the non-html inclined, there are plenty of WYSIWYG tools that help you compose a good looking post but you can still access the HTML if you’re so inclined.

Spell checking is a bonus and publishing seems to be a breeze. There are also tools to insert a link, picture or map. I might as well take the opportunity to insert a picture of my sweet family, just so I can see how this works.

We went to Lagoon the other day. This is my family on the train. Some of the options when you insert a picture are to do a “drop shadow”, photopaper (like I chose here), or you can inherit the style that is set forth by your blog style sheet (CSS). You can also add effects (overlays and transformations) to pictures and custom margins are a breeze as well. So far I’m really liking it.

It also imports your tags or “categories” as they’re called. I guess I’ll find out more features as I use it, but it looks like I will be using it until I find a reason not to. Hopefully it will prompt more frequent posts since, as of late, I’ve been somewhat absent.

Looks like another feature is the ability to add multiple accounts to Live Writer. This will come in handy as I publish posts to “Sami Lee Stories” for my daughter on Blogger.com.

Editing a post is easy, too. Just hit publish again and it knows that it’s not a new post, but an edited post. I forgot to spellcheck, so I did (found 3 misspelled words) and re-posted no problem.Similar Posts:

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