canyons and cousins.


This past Saturday was golden. I kind of HIT THE JACKPOT because I get to have my best friends and cousins so close to me all the time. We planned a group date up the canyon. My cousin Taylor was the mastermind behind it all. I brought the dough. He brought…well everything else. We made homemade pizzas at Southfork in Provo Canyon. Despite me being a slight diva for a few minutes when I was taking my sub-par pizza production personally, the night was magic. The air was crisp. The mountains were stunning. The food was good. And the company even better. After we ate, we set up an outdoor movie. We froze our toes off, while we watched a movie under the clear starry sky. We stayed there for hours after the movie ended, just talking and soaking it all in.

So here’s some advice. Do yourself a favor. Go up the canyon. Now. Because fall is falling fast. And there are too many pretty moments to be passing up for anything else.

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October 12 has been a deadline in my mind for a few months now. I still remember being in Jerusalem, looking at my phone’s countdown app. I had a countdown for “home”-“sarah”-“school start” and “CHICAGO”. I remember being anxious, because I wasn’t able to train like I needed to while I was in Jerusalem and I felt like the race was right around the corner. I remember kind of having a panic attack when I hit the 90 day range, I hadn’t run more than 4 miles all summer, I had gained a few from eating buffet food 3 times a day…and I felt like I had zerooo time to prepare the big day. The funny thing is, looking back, those 90 days have actually seemed like a little eternity.

My 90 day eternity has been filled with a million big and little things. Reunions with best friends. Family trips. Weddings. A new semester in school. Closure with ended relationships and happy introductions into new ones. Recruiting for internships. Long nights studying. Early mornings running. Eating sweet potato fries at least once daily. Getting legitimately humbled while trying to learn tennis. Listening to general conference. Feeling completely defeated, and completely on top of the world. All within one little 90 day window.

This is the one thing I really love about running. Every part of running—is like this little microcosm of life. Like my ninety days leading up to the race…what happened in those 90 days was life. Long runs are another sort of microcosm of life. Let’s take the actual marathon to illustrate.

At the beginning of the race you are literally fenced in with thousands of other runners. You’re a little bit cold, nervous, and you have no idea how you are going to react for the next 26.2 miles. Then the race begins, and you step across the starting line. You start out a little fast, trying to reign yourself in so you don’t run out of steam in the end. The first few miles, you feel like you have nothing but road ahead of you. Your legs are fresh, but mentally you try not to think about how far you have to go. Miles 14-20 are always the hardest for me. That stretch is slow, and mentally painful. Once you hit 20, the end is in sight, and you think..."I can always run 6 miles…6 miles is no problem". The miles start ticking by faster and faster…21…23…25…26…26.2. BAM. The deed is done. What is remarkable are the feelings you experience during those 26.2 miles. In just four little hours you feel like crying, rejoicing, and everything in-between. You experience remarkable doubt and remarkable confidence. Time runs slow, and time runs fast. Just like life.

So there’s my little jumble of thoughts. That don’t really relate…but that’s how I roll. The rest of the trip involved lots of good food, shopping, walking (well dragging ourselves) around the very pretty city, and having a real good time with my family on public transportation. The best part of the trip was obviously Mama Car Car. I feel real lucky every single day that my mother is also my absolute best friend. She's left big shoes for me to fill, and I admire her more than anyone in my life. I also love running marathons with her, and the fact that we run out of things to talk about on our long runs because we talk too much every day anyway. So here’s a little s/o to my mama: Thanks for everything Mom. You kind of rock. Love, your twin daughter.


 Blue Gatorade for the WIN.

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conference and cabins.


Fall has…well...fallen upon us, quite literally my friends. And I feel extremely good about it. This weekend, despite (or thanks to?) my impressive acts of study evasion, was phenomenal. I had the opportunity to attend both sessions of Saturday conference with Sarah and her family. We were magically close to the pulpit, and the speakers were kind of mind blowing (as usual). Sunday was spent up at the cabin. Joshua joined the Rasmussen family again. We ate carbs alllll dayyyy, went on four wheeler rides (when we spotted a mom moose and her two babies), and listened to the prophets speak some more. What more could one ask for? So two things, 1) I love fall and 2) I love this Church

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falling into beginnings.


Fall can often be marked as an ending. An ending of summer. An ending of freedom. An ending of long and warm days. To be honest, I'm typically a little bummed when I have to say goodbye to summer.  But this fall...this fall is full of stunning beginnings. And I have been anticipating it's arrival for a while now.

There is something magical about the first weeks of fall semester. Change is in the air, it's completely tangible. There is nothing but opportunity in front of you. A new semester. A new apartment. A new ward. A new season. New relationships. New everything.

This last week of summer has been perfect. And I think it has set the tone for this coming semester.

When it was rainy the other day. My favorite friend Peter called me on the telephone and declared, "Carl! It's rainin'. Do you know what that means? It means we are going bowling!" So off to Bonwood bowling (on the west side of town) we went for the Tuesday Night Bowling special. I personally hate bowling. But I have to admit...Bonwood Bowling with my favorite people from Skyline high made for a perfect night.

Then this past Friday, we finally made "SWISS DAYS WITH DAN" a reality. Ali and I love Daniel. More than we love a lot of people. He takes our pictures for us. Shops with us at the Grand Bazaar. And always takes care of us in Jerusalem. (Ladies. He will make the PERFECT husband) The second we found out his family had a house in Midway, we decided that we had to take Dan to Swiss Days with us once we were back from Israel. The day finally arrived and we shared a ginormous scone and had the best time being in happy valley together. Dan called it the Grand Bazaar for Mormons, which was stunningly accurate. It was a good time to say the least.

Then TODAY. Today is a day I've been waiting for for 18 long months. My absolute best friend Sarah came home to me. I attribute most of my good attributes to this girl. She is my better half. My ultimate wing-woman. I can't believe I survived Provo while she left me for her mission in Costa Rica. But now she's back, and we haven't skipped a beat. I literally can't explain how excited I am to be glued to her hip again starting this semester. This fall will be full of long runs, football games, canyons, farmers markets, and so much more with this girl. I simply can't stand it.

So here's to change. Here's to beginnings. Here's to good times. Here's to a perfect fall.
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