Christmas with the Family

Our Christmas day was interesting. Instead of sleeping over our house on Christmas night, like he normally does, Stephen, my older brother decided to get up early and drive over here from his house, which is about twenty minutes away. God decided to bless us with a beautiful, sparkling white Christmas. It was so white in fact that Stephen, spun out on I75 while going forty five miles per hour and kinda sorta had a meeting with the median, which left quite an impression on the rear end of his Aztek. So my dad drove out there to pick him up while he was waiting for a tow truck to come . . . so, our Christmas started a bit later in the day than normal. It was fun though. Later on that evening we went back over his house for a Christmas party that he was throwing at his apartment. It was a fun informal party and it was good to see everyone again. The next day we all went over my aunts for a Christmas party and played a bunch of corny Christmas games. I love party games. I'm looking forward to a bunch of get-togethers this semester with everyone. I'm sure that they’ll be fun.

The Worst Way to Lose Your Car Key

Today, like every other Tuesday, Ben and I went out to Lake Hollingsworth to go running. The three mile run around the lake is very tiring, especially in the middle of the day when the sun is beating down on you at about eighty-five degrees and zapping all of your energy. It was a tough run and I felt like I was ready to fall over when we finished. My mind is now dreaming of sitting in my car with all of the windows down and feeling that cool wind across my sweaty face during our ride back to the school. I’m suddenly jerked from my day dream as I put my hand into my pocket, to find

nothing.

My key was gone. We looked all over the place for it and even managed to get the car unlocked, yet it wasn’t in there either. We ended up walking halfway around the lake to find the key, but we still could not find it and Ben and I ended up walking all of the way back to the college. My body was aching, as I’m sure that you can imagine, after burning yourself out running and then walking a bunch of miles. I still don’t have a key. My car is still sitting over in the park by Lake Hollingsworth. Ah, well, I’m going to go tomorrow to see if I can get a key made at the Ford dealership tomorrow. Hopefully that will work.

Hiking in Michigan's Upper Peninsula

This past weekend I and some friends went up to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to go back-packing for a few days. We had a great time hiking along the shores and cliffs of Lake Superior. The scenery was beautiful. We even went swimming along the side of the pictured rocks and we were able to swim into these caves that the waves had carved into the sandstone. It was magnificent and the water was crystal clear, though a little chilly. During the night, we had to hang up our food from a tree so that the bears wouldn't be able to get into it. Late one night, I was lying in my hammock, trying to fall asleep. It was probably one or two o'clock and as I listened I heard the sound of a heavily breathing animal. Fear gripped my entire body. I could just imagine a bear walking into our camp, but I was afraid to look because the bear might see me. Then I heard another noise that sounded like a quiet snarl. I laid there in a terrified silence, afraid to move. I had never been more afraid before in my life. Then I realized that it wasn't a bear but the person breathing and snoring in the tent next to me.

Canoeing in the Rain

A group of us from the college and career group at church went to Sterling to go canoeing this past weekend. It was a lot of fun, except that it rained half of the time and was slightly cold while we were on the rifle river canoeing. Eventually it stopped raining, just in time to have our canoe tipped over when a big ol' tree stump decided to jump up in the middle of the river just as we were going by.

During the first night of camping it was discovered that we didn't have enough tents for everyone, so a few of us guys decided to sleep in the screen tent. We soon realized that our choice of lodging was not particularly a good idea when it started raining at four in the morning. I huddled as close to the middle of the tent as I could, but the rain still managed to visit.

We had a lot of fun though, sitting around the campfire, talking, singing, and playing games. Camping is always fun and you get to know people quite quickly when your living, eating a sleeping beside them.

A Track Meet

Earlier this week my brothers and I met up with the Bay Area Runners club to do some running along with my uncle–who has been running and coaching his entire life–and his kids. I, along with my brothers and my uncle decided to run the mile. I figured, "Ahh, if my forty something year old uncle can run this, so can I." I assumed that it would not be any problem since my brothers and I jog a couple of miles every morning anyway, well except Sunday. I quickly discovered that running a mile is a lot different than jogging two. I barely made it. Near the end of the mile run at the track meet, I felt like I was about to fall over and die. I think that my time was about six minutes and thirty seconds.