Oh my 10K!

On Saturday morning at 8am, Amy Ruck and I set out on a mission: We ran a 10k for the first time. You must understand a few things in order to realize how simply wonderful it was for both of us. Neither Amy nor myself had run in a race before..no 5k, nothing! She set out to run this race in July, a month before I moved here. I moved to STL in August. As soon as we started spending time together, we just connected. Since then, my brother and I have been sharing in community with her and her family. They are some of the best people I have ever met. Amy and I have a lot in common..including the same frustrations and passions with the Church. We have lifted each other up, prayed for each other and laughed until we cried. We are also in a sweet card "club" together..rummy 500..play it.
She had told me about the race and I was really proud of her for training and for sticking to her desire to run the race. However, I really didn't want to run it with her, in the beginning atleast. On a sunny Saturday morning, Amy called my up and I went running with her. She had no problem running 4 miles..I felt like death. I realized how out-of-shape I was/am and I didn't like that about myself. I vowed to change my ways. I am cooking a lot of good things and watching what I eat. When it comes to excercise, I hate doing it but when I'm done, I feel great. I went running a few times..with no intention of running in the race with her.
Then I went with Amy to pick up her packet. It was all over from there. The shop where the registration was was filled with athletic and attractive people wearing spandex and looking good. They were excited about the upcoming run and..it got to me. As Amy and I walked back to her car, she casually said, "did you want to run tomorrow?" and I responsed, "uhhhmm, sure!"...and then we ran.
I was not adequately prepared to run at all. In fact, I had a terrible terrible cold that week and the morning of the run. Amy had a pretty substantial back injury herself. Nonetheless, we were determined. The race started and the first 25 minutes weren't bad. In fact, I felt great! Then my body started to freak out and every step was getting harder and harder. Amy was so great throughout the entire race. She kept encouraging me and pushing me and calling me "sunshine"..which was annoying at the time but, very sweet post race. We saw the 6 mile mark and saw the finish line and it was GLORIOUS. I haven't felt that much joy or adrenaline in a very long time. Amy and I finished the 10k together, with her family at the finish line. It was one of the greatest feelings of my life. Apparently, 6 miles is nothing for some people but, it was something agonizing for me. But, my body was fine. We finished and now, we are looking forward to running together on a regular basis..and running a half marathon over labor day weekend in Virginia Beach!
Post race, her back hurts. My body is sore and something is seriously wrong with my left foot. However, the memories we made are unforgettable.

Grocery Store Blues

I was in the grocery store the other day, buying honey crisp apples and jalapenos for adam and I's awesome burritos. I simply turned my head and noticed all the beautiful color and texture of the fruit and vegetables that I was surronded by. It all looked so good and colorful and healthy. And I wondered, who was it that decided that all this beautiful fruit was not good enough? When did we start producing high fructose corn syrup and cellulose gum and potassium sorbate? And when did we start liking it and not thinking it was weird to eat things we couldn't pronounce? Now, don't get me wrong, I love various manufactured foods that come in colorful boxes and food with "additives"..without this we wouldn't have: crunchwrap supremes and zebra cakes and my favorite..peanut butter concretes. I just think it's odd that God gaves us everything we need to survive. He gave us apples and peaches and strawberries and pineapple and melon and carrots and peppers and pecans and peanuts and read meat and chicken and whole grains. Why wasn't this good enough for us?

uhh, is this normal?

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Beauty?

What makes people attractive? In human sexuality we learned that people with perfect or nearly perfect symmetry on their faces were found to be the most attractive. There are cultures in Africa where women put rings around their neck to create an incrediblly long neck, thought to be desirable by men. Also, there are cultures that have women stretch out their lower lip (much like guages in ears) to create an incrediblly large lower lip, also thought to be desirable to men. Chinese women used to crush their feet, making them the size of a doll so men would find them desirable. Sound terrible and painful, right? But, is our culture any different? Women have breasts implants, lipo suction, develop eating disorders etc.. Furthermore, we wear makeup, high heels, tight clothes, dye our hair and paint our nails. WHY? Where did this come from? For me, I started really thinking about this the other day..I was in the bathroom getting ready for school. I was putting eyeliner on and planning on straightening my hair that day. Then, it just struck me: Why do women do this?? Why is it normal to put makeup on? Makeup is color. We are coloring our faces (much like little kids color in coloring books) to make our faces more desirable, to cover up our flaws. Why do we dye our hair? How did that idea even start? Why do straight haired people get perms? Why do curly haired people straighten their hair? Why do most (if not all) women turn away from their natural looks in hopes of looking better...even if it is simply an illusion and will all be washed away with soap and water?
What is beautiful? Think about this. Most people would say that the sunset is beautiful. I agree. But, why is the sunset beautiful? It is simply colors coming together with light. Dog poop is color and light coming together also. Is dog poop beautiful? NO. Yet, what is the difference? How is beauty defined? America says beauty is waif-like bodies with doe eyes, small nose, small feet, plumb lips and large breasts. A few would say there are many definitions of beauty yet, why do most women in America feel the need to look the same as other women, to change their appearance, in order to fit a "standard" type of beauty? Surely, beauty is more than symmetry and light and color. It has to be. What I want to know is this: why do we try to be something that we're not in order to attract men and to make other women nervous with competition? It's silly. Yet, I am guilty of it too. I have been wearing makeup and having a constant battle with my huge curly hair and weight since I was in sixth grade...all around the sametime I started caring whether or not boys liked me. It's pretty obvious to see if women dye their hair and wear makeup. So, if its obvious that you try to change your appearance, why is this STILL pretty? It's obvious that it's fake. Am I making sense here?
I know girls who have had eating disorders. I know girls that have always felt bad and insecure about their faces and bodies. I've had my moments where I've felt awful about my appearance. There is nothing wrong with the way these girls look. It's just that they didn't fit the "mold" of what America says is beautiful.
This is a rough description of what I think beauty is: basically, take a look at the important women in my life: my step-mom, aunt, Hallie, Tracy, and Sarah (adam's fiance)..they are all beautiful. They love Christ and love me. They are honest and warm and thoughtful and kind and funny and free thinkers and free spirits and they think for themselves...i could go on. What I also love about these women is that: all of them feel most comfortable and themselves when they have no makeup on, there hair is natural and they have sweatpants on. That is beauty to me...when you are comfortable with yourself, no matter appearance.
Now, I don't think its bad to wear makeup or change your hair or paint your nails. I just think it's funny that we do it at all.
Cheers to all the girls who, despite what soceity told them about their looks, developed a personality and developed magnificent inner beauty. Cheers to the girls who wear stained pj pants and no bras. Cheers. ...dedicated to Hallie Lambert.

The Blogger Revolution

I have a blog. This is a bit weird for me. I don't journal or jot down my thoughts much. But, after moving to Saint Louis and being in the classes I am and reading the books I have been reading, and having intellectual and spiritual conversations, I have had a lot of thoughts running through my head. I need an outlet for the jumbled mess inside of my brain. This will be the place for that. Read it if you would like, comment if so moved. If not, that is fine also. I just need a place to express thoughts.

This is just a taste of some of the things that have been controlling my mind lately:
- The question of quality: what makes something better than something else? Why do Picasso's paintings sell for more than Pollock's paintings? Deprive a person of water and he will be dead in a matter of days yet, water sells for less than a penny a gallon. Humans can get along perfectly well without gold yet, it sells for $400 an ounce. Is it the cost of production that makes something better than something else? Willingness to pay cannot be the whole story, can it?

- You go to elementary school to go to middle school to go to high school in order to get into college and graduate with a degree. You get a degree to get a job. You go to grad school in hopes of a better job. Well, what happens when all that is over? What happens when you graduate and get a job? Are you satisfied? Is the journey over? Do you feel a sense of fullfilment? I feel like I've been in school for a long time, simply waiting for "real life" to happen. For example, well, when I graduate then I can finally have that job that I've been working towards. What happens if the job you've been going to school for all these years isn't fullfilling? What if that isn't what you want? What is supposed to ultimately satisfy a person?

- not to mention questions about world hunger, the abundance of wealth compared to the abundance of poverty, divorce rates, cultural hate, corruption in government, how to truely live like Jesus, etc...
Where do you even start? How can I, as a full time college student with a part-time job try and make the world a better place? How can I contribute something?
I get overwhelmed just thinking about these things.