Problematic

I have so many things to write about and very little desire to do so. I guess that's what happens when you get home SUPER LATE/EARLY and then have to recover quickly for the upcoming work week. Here's the slightly expanded bullet list:

• Just got back from Washington. Fantastic trip. Love my family. So much fun to spend time with them. Highlights: flying kites on the beach, family barbecues, hiking in Olympic National Park, sunsets on the Oregon Coast. 
• Ran my first 12k in Washington. Less than 13 minute miles. Kind of impressed with myself. The course was beautiful-basically ran through a green tunnel with the Puget Sound on one side. Downfall? There are no rolling hills to train on in Utah. Kind of had a hard time getting myself in the mental groove. Still can't run listening to music. Can't find a steady pace with it. I suppose that means I'm still on a quest for the ideal play list. 
• It rained. A lot. I know. The Pacific Northwest? Unheard of. I'd forgotten how wet it really can be. We still camped in it. I came home with a cold. It's okay. Ironically enough, the warmest we got was at Crater Lake (7000 feet with lots of snow?). Personal favorite moment was watching the two single guys dressed for Hawaii-not kidding fluorescent tank tops, shorts, and sandals wandering around in the snow with British accents. I giggled. 
• Miracle of the day? It happened. We actually got home around 5:00 am. It was a long, rough night. I couldn't really sleep until about 7:30 so I opted out of 9:00 am church. We planned on waking up in time for the 1:00 pm meetings at our building but at the last minute decided to go to church with roommate's brother to his singles ward. As we drove to American Fork, roommate commented about how her car felt funny and that she should go get her tires rotated tomorrow. Cue: Strange noise and tug on the car. She shredded her tire. We called her parents and her father and brother came as a rescue party. We were putting rocks behind the tires when a van passed us and stared backing up toward us. We assumed it was the rescue party. As it turned out it was our own Good Samaritan Couple. Cliff and Karen. Bless you both for your willingness to serve on a hot Sunday afternoon. He works at Les Schwab. We could have easily changed the tire, but he did it super fast. She stood and talked to us for a minute and told us that their church had a camp out earlier in the weekend so they cancelled their Sunday meetings. Maybe he wanted to get his Sunday worship in anyway? I was grateful. There are good people in the world. Pay it forward, yeah?

All in all I call it a good trip. I don't have plans for a while. I'm hoping that means my life will fall back into its general consistency which allows me to do such niceties as blog.  Happy Sabbath.


***Oh yeah. Update. I still don't really use the internet at home. It's SO NICE. Technology doesn't have to be such a huge part of my life. I'm okay with it.