Food's My Security Blanket

I promised to be honest.  I admit it; it’s been months since I’ve run.  Sadly that’s not an exaggeration either, it really has been months.  See I used moving as an excuse to stop running back in July, and then I used settling in at my parents, and then I went on my soul searching trip, and finally more recently it’s been my broken hand.  I know, none of them are good excuses, and that’s exactly what they are, excuses, but the fact is that what I feared would happen when I moved here has…I’m depressed.  It’s a strange cycle.  You’re depressed if you don’t exercise, but pulling yourself out of that depression is a lot harder than you’d think.

Tackling Fear

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”  - Eleanor Roosevelt.  Well I think I did yesterday, I drove for the first time since the accident.  Fear is a funny thing.  For many it’s paralyzing, others are able to cope with it and deal with situations, and for some they gloss over it like it’s no big deal.  I don’t know what category I fit into, but I do know that fear and I don’t get along.  As a matter of fact, I hate fear, but I deal with it often.  This wasn’t my first car accident.  I won’t go into details but I have been in an accident before, this one was by far the worst accident though.  This was the first accident that I’ve been injured in, and I think it messed with my head a little more than the other.  Sure I’ve had bruises, but compared to two broken bones, bruises are a walk in the park.

The Mermaid or the Whale

A friend posted this story on their Facebook page the other day and I loved it, so I thought I'd share.  I might be a Disney freak, and would love to be Ariel, but I think I'll be Monstro (Pinocchio reference).  I'm okay with that.  More updates soon!  =)

NO SURGERY!!!!!!!

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Don't even have a cast, the doctor says I'm healing up great and can begin to use my hand lightly.  That's a big relief!!!!  =)

Not Exactally How I Planned It...

No I did not fall off the face of the earth, and no I didn't pick up and move to Colorado and not tell you (not yet at least!).  I'm still here, back from vacation, and a little worse for wear.  You see my trip didn't end exactly as planned, it didn't end anywhere near how I had hoped that it would.  It ended abruptly in an emergency room with 2 broken bones, a $300 traffic citation, and a lot of bruises.  Allow me to explain why you should always get travel insurance!

The Pros and Cons of Oregon

Since being here in Oregon I have discovered some big pros about the state, and some big cons too that I thought I would share with you. I hope if you are from here you don't take offense to my list, lol. Enjoy! :-)

Toenails Grow Back...Right?

This was written in notepad while waiting for a connecting flight Wednesday. It is being posted now that I have an internet connection again. Enjoy! :-)

I have a new goal...I want to go back to Colorado and hike the Hanging Lake Trail again, I want a second shot at it!  You see Hanging Lake is supposed to be one of the most beautiful waterfalls in the state, but there's a catch to seeing it.  You have to hike a trail that is classified as difficult, 1.2 miles long one way, and  practically a sheer rock face!  No that is not a joke, it really is steep and rocky!  As a matter of fact the trail climbs over 1000 feet!  This was one of those things that I really wanted to do, I had been told by so many people that it was a must see that I made it a point to drive the two hours out of the city to go and see it.  I chose a bad day to go though.  The rain was setting in the mountains and just like in the Ohio Vally, it hangs there.  By the time I arrived it was misting, but I wanted to give it a good shot, so even after looking at the trail and panicking a little, I began up the hill.  I almost quit several times.  I was feeling nauseous, out of breath, my heart was pounding, and the rain was picking up.  I had tripped several times because my jeans were hanging low and were catching on my shoes, I banged the crud out of my big toe (toenails grow back, right?), I had to hike back a ways because I dropped my glasses and didn't notice till I had traveled up the trail a bit, and quite a few groups of hikers passed me going up.   I just couldn't give up though.  I remember passing the 1/4 of a mile marker and thinking, "really that's it?!". Everyone that passed me going back down though kept encouraging me and telling me that it would be worth it.  I didn't make it though, the rain began to pick up about an hour and a half into the trip, and only about 3/4 of a mile up.  I don't have health insurance, and as the path began to get slicker I began to realize I really shouldn't go on, I still had to hike down.  If I thought that hiking up was bad, hiking down was worse!  Wet rocks, and mud made the journey fairly bad, but it was the only way to get down.  So I turned around, I didn't want too, but knew that I needed too.  I was really proud of myself for going as far as I did, but I also felt like a bit of a failure because I didn't get all the way there.