This house.

Today, I packed up all my belongings and moved away from this house.

I have lived in this house for the last three years, seven months and two week and six days. 

I love this house.

This house is where ...

I was able to hopefully help a friend after the loss of her mother.

I met Claire.

I served as Relief Society President for my third time, for two years.

We pulled epic pranks.

I could walk up to the Spectrum in only seven minutes to watch my Aggies play some basketball.

I could walk three more minutes and make it to some Aggie football.

I lived when I made it into the local newspaper four times.

I lived when I faced the greatest heartache I have ever known.

I started grad school.

I had to say goodbye to my BFF.

I learned what it meant to truly forgive.

I could run to the USU track in less than 10 minutes.

I was able to step out my door and run on my favorite street, 600 east.

I got my first smart phone!

I bought my first AC window unit. ;)

It is so bitter sweet to leave. But here's to hopefully more adventures ahead!


The crammed life.

This past week has been crammed.

Crammed with a new semester of grad school.

Crammed with packing for my move.

 Did I mention I was moving? Because I am.

Last week, when I revealed my dirty little secret, I think I confused a heckaovalot of people. Many thought I was moving to attend grad school.

Let's clear that up right now.

No, I am not moving to Arizona to go to grad school. I am doing my program completely online. And I will be staying at my current place of employment as well. This is what I have been doing for the past six-seven months {minus the packing to move}, so absolutely nothing in my life is changing {besides the move} from the last six-seven months.

But I digress.

This post is about how crammed last week.

Crammed with a new semester of grad school.

Crammed with packing for the move.

Crammed with additional things in life such as a trip to Lagoon, company softball games and making arrangements to meet Glenn Beck. Yup, I am a Beckie {if people who love Star Trek are Trekkies, I have no choice but to stake my clame as a Beckie}.

Oh, and hey, USU football starts tomorrow against our in-state rival, University of Utah.

As you can see, my plate is full. Entirely too full to write regular posts. For at least this week. 

What have you been up to this week?


My dirty little secret ...

It's time to come clean folks.

This little Aggie just got a little more devilish.

That's because I will be part of the 2014 graduating class from Arizona State, home of the Sun Devils, with a masters in Applied Behavioral Analysis.

I have been keeping this little secret since January. And it has resulted in tragic posts, such as this one. But, no fear, things have simmered down substantially since that freak out and I am remembering how to be a student again after such a long absence.

While pleased to be a Sun Devil for the time being, make no mistake about it, I am always an Aggie.

Sigh. I am glad I have that dirty little secret off my chest!

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The day I had died and gone to Heaven ...

Most of you know that I am a die-hard Utah State University Aggie fan. If it were possible, I would bleed blue and cry pewter tears. 

I recently was able to be in what I call Aggie Heaven, because, quite frankly, there is no other way to describe the grandeur of what I experienced!

I, along with my family, was given a private tour of the new athletic facilities at Utah State. And ... I could have just died right then and there and been the happiest little Aggie who had ever lived. 

Our tour started with the equipment room.

We were able to see and touch the jerseys and helmets of the football players. I was also able to see all the extra running shoes left over from Track & Field last season - all the orange boxes. And you know what orange boxes mean? NIKES. I miss my running days at USU, particularly those boxes of shoes I was given for free! I was half tempted to ask our fantastic tour guide to look for 9.5's because clearly they wouldn't miss one pair. :)

After the equipment room, they showed up the laundry room. Back in my days as an athlete, we had to wash our own laundry! But not now, you tie all your belongings together, throw them in a bin and by morning everything is clean and fresh! 

We were then taken to these doors.

To enter into the locker room of the USU football team.

Where I chilled on some couches and watched some ESPN.

And found Chuckie Keeton's locker.

Sorry it's blurry.
Each locker was sponsored. The sponsors were given the choice to put a quote inside the locker for the players. One of my favorites was the locker sponsored by the Logan Institute of Religion faculty members and the quote they chose. :)

I also enjoyed seeing some of the things these rough and tough football players put on their lockers.

After the football locker room, we headed off to the athletic training room, which I absolutely loved! I think I loved it so much because so much of my USU career was spent in the athletic training room, as I eventually ended my career early due to injuries. 

It must be said, our facilities looked nothing like they do now!

You can see the "tables" or stations where the injured athlete is assisted. In our old training room, there were about eight of those tables. Now? Oh, there are 20. 

And also ...

A legit whirl pool! When I was there it was like a tin tub and a secondary one that was literally a horse trough. The pool to the left is an underwater treadmill so athletes can run without further injuring themselves. It also has cameras so that their form can be analyzed while recovering from injury. My mind was blown by the state of the art equipment! 

We then were off to check out the other aspects of the facility, like the box office seats.

And this dude's office.

Swanky, no?

The nice man giving us the tour then took us somewhere he says he doesn't take most tours.


He actually sneaked me into my USU track coaches' office to show me the view.

Be still my heart. What I wouldn't give to have an office with this view!

We also got to play on the field. 

Fun fact: the field is made of AstroTurf GamDay Grass, which is not the fun fact. The fun fact is this, because of the substance which it is made, it is 20 degrees hotter on the field than the temperature at the time. Goo.

Lastly, we were able to see the new strength and conditioning facility. 

Ab.so.lute.ly. un.real.

 While there we ran into one of the Whimpey twins {but don't let their names fool you, how wimpy is he or he?!}. He said, "You should have seen what our old training room looked like!"

I said, "I did! And I am so jealous!!"

Oh, and did I mention ... while on the tour I met Jarred Shaw?

AND, Chuckie Keeton?


P.S. I haven't felt that short in a long, long time. 

I seriously can now die a happy person. And as if I wasn't already, I am sooo ready for football season! 


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Mindy is broken.

I think most of you know I have kinda had a rough year with injuries. While the Angry Mr. Achilles has played nice for the most part, I had the ankle incident, the IT-band incident and the hamstring incident ...

Then, ironically enough, last week while I was warming up my little hamstring for my softball game, I strained my calf muscle. Just in case you missed they key part of that sentence, I strained it while warming up. Seriously, I thought the warm up was to prevent injuries not create them??

This week, I opted to do a warm up for my warm up before my softball game to hopefully prevent injuries in the regular warm up, which hopefully would prevent injuries during the actual game.

And guess what?

It worked.

However, I was not able to avoid injury completely. 

What the heck is that? I am entirely uncertain how I bruised that little bugger considering it is on the opposite side of my hand that catches the ball. 

When I see it, I just feel like I am a dirty girl and I need to wash my hands.

BUT! It doesn't hurt at all. AND! It doesn't prevent me from playing softball {or running}. So, I will take it. 

P.S. My softball team is on a winning streak. We have won two games in a row. But considering we only one game in our inaugural season two years ago {and we didn't play last year}, we will take what we can get. :) 

Almost lastly, I think I am going to skip Facebook Finds Friday tomorrow. I am feeling a tad under the weather and just don't want to put for the effort it takes. BUT! I will have something ready for next week.

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Sometimes, I lie on accident.

Normally, I don't lie. Unless I am teasing, pulling a prank or something of that nature, then all bets are off.

But sometimes I lie on accident. 

For example, if someone ever calls me and says, "Did I wake you?", if they did, I always immediately answer, "No, not at all."

It's like my lips have no choice to lie because my half-awake mind does it without even consulting my conscience. 

Normally, that is the only time I lie. However, earlier this week my full-awake mind was at it. Although, I must throw in the disclaimer that while it was my full-awake mind, it was a caught-off guard mind.

Fact, I sometimes shop in the children's section at Old Navy. How this five-foot, 11-inched body fits into little girl clothes is beyond me, but, hey, it works.

I approached the counter with three t-shirts, five dollah each, with stripes and stars {no, I did not purchase God Bless America apparel} and I couldn't have been happier {well, there I go lying again - I could have been happier had it been my wedding day or something like that, but go with me on this one}.

As the lady at the checkout counter began to ring up the shirts she said, "Back to school shopping?"

And without even thinking my caught-off guard brain said, "Yup."

I knew she though I was purchasing these shirts for some adorable little girl going back to elementary school and somehow my brain could not muster up the real response - the truthful response of, "Actually, these are for me."

And so I left Old Navy feeling like a dirty scumbag who lies to innocent people about small children and myself. 

Low of lows, right?

Until I put on one of my adorable shirts and then I felt okay about my life again. Maybe if I ever run into that sales associate ever again, I will clarify. But until that day, it's stars and stripes {the non-patriotic kind} for me.

And for the love, please tell me I am not the only one who accidentally lies every now and again!


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Facebook Finds Friday | Week 17

I was confident yesterday was Friday. Which means today should have been Saturday. 

Speaking of Saturday, I am pretty sure the Saturday one is my favorite. Or maybe the cat one.

Which one is your favorite?

via Shurlana

If you would like to play along, grab the button and put it on blog and link up below!

Or if you would prefer, feel free to email your finds my way {runaholic[at]gmail[dot]com} or tag me in Facebook. :)



We're doing this!

We are going on a rant and/or a tirade. It isn't as pleasing as going on a vacation, but this is all I can offer today. :)

Have you ever heard of the new "diet" fad that has been going around lately, It Works Wraps?

If not, here is the skinny {pun intended}. There are these little wrap-doo-dads that you ... wrap around your waist for an hour or so and then voila! You drop dress sizes and other super cool things like grow five inches in height. Okay, I lied about the last part.But! The first part is claimed to be true and from what I gather, actually is. For doing absolutely nothing for one hour, you lose inches around your waist for 2-6 months. Oooh, ahhhh.

If you sell these babies or use these babies, that's great. For you. However, I am going to tell you a couple of my thoughts on them. Read at your own risk . :)

One. I hate being invited to these parties. I hate being invited to these parties because I feel like it is an invite with a slap in the face. "Heeeey! Come to my party ... because you could lose a few inches around your waist!" Gee. Thanks for telling me you think I am pudgie+.

Two. If you invite me to this party and don't think I need to lose some inches around my waist, why on this green earth are you inviting me? So you can earn money off a sketch pyramid scheme? Thanks, but no thanks. Strike that. No thanks, and no thanks!

Three. "They", the all allusive It Works Wraps junkies, claim it does not promote weight loss. This is true. They don't. What they will claim is that it helps tone your body. This is also false. Get this, the only thing that actually tones your body is working out your muscles. Weird, right? 

P.S. A friend of mine is part of this program, well ... until at least I click the "publish" button and then maybe that statement will no longer be a truism. We shall see. ;) She recently posted on FB this following animated photo.

My favorite part of this photo is that the wrap goes around your waist and helps you lose inches around your face. You will notice that the arms, thighs and neck are thinner too. I suppose you could wrap the little bugger around those places and see results ... but your face? {P.S. I do admire her pink swimsuit though.} ;)

Now, this next part is a tad off topic, but I can't help myself. A day after this friend invited me to an It Works Wrap party, she posted this quote on FB.

Ahem. Indirectly telling me that my midsection needs work via your invitation does not make me feel important. It makes me feel like you feel my midsection {and thighs, arms and neck apparently} are pudge too. 

And now, I want to leave you with two facts. The first one, the only way to lose weight and live a healthy life is to actually live a healthy life. 

Secondly, and most importantly, your weight is just a number. It doesn't define you.

I have never been one to put much {if any} focus on my weight. I suppose that is easy to say considering I have been an avid runner {minus my chronic injuries over the past decade} the majority of my entire life. 

I had an experience in college that solidified the ridiculousness of that number. I was running cross country and track and field for Utah State. I don't recall the details of why, but for some reason we were weighing all of our teammates.

Teammate after teammate got onto the scale and extremely low numbers continued to appear. I remember in that moment feeling a little insecure knowing that my five foot, eleven inched frame would show a number much higher than my teammates who, mostly, stood at five-foot six or shorter.

Right then I consciously decided to give up on giving that number any weight {pun not intended this time} in my life. I was running 75+ miles every week and eating healthy to perform at the highest level my body was capable. I was in the best shape of my life and the healthiest I have ever been in my lifeyet I knew my long bones would tip that scale to digits significantly higher than my teammates because my bones were significantly longer. It was with that knowledge that I immediately chose to diminish the power that number played in society.  To this day, I have never weighed myself. And when I have had to for doctor appointments, I instruct the nurse that I do not want to know how much I weigh. She jots down a number and I have no idea what it is. And that, my friends, is liberating.

I am not weight. And you aren't either. 

We don't need someone else telling us what our body needs, particularly when they make money off of it, particularly when it gives false ideas on how to live healthy and particularly when it is done by preying on potential insecurities others might already have.

So, when it comes to drugs and It Works Wraps, I team up with Nancy Reagan to say, "Just say, 'No!'"


Two of my friends from college {they are twins and fantastic in every way possible} have recently received their PhDs in representations of female bodies in popular media and have spoke directly about It Works Wraps here. They have a fantastic website that reminds women every that we are capable of so much more than just being looked at. I encourage you to check out their website. They are doing great things!


Africa + Oregon

For my birthday this year, I decided to treat myself with a trip to watch my Aggies play USC in Los Angeles. 

Now, I understand that might not mean much to some of you, but trust me on this one, it's big deal.

For example, the stadium is the largest in the PAC-12 and has hosted the Olympics twice, as well as the Super Bowl and the World Series!

It will be the biggest sporting venue I have ever been to. And my little sports-lovin' heart couldn't be happier to be there to watch my Aggies. 

But honestly, this is all beside the point today.

The point today is that the actual day of my birthday I will be traveling six hours from Logan to St. George {to acquire my brother to go on said birthday trip}. When I realized that is how I would be spending the actual day of my birth I basically told my brother, "Driving six hours in a car is a stupid way to spend a birthday, so I expect you to do something epic for me."

Half kidding. Half not

But, being the fantastico brother he is, he took it as complete truth, resulting in the following email from him earlier this week.

He never fails to amuse me. Never.

I can hardly contain my excitement!

I have no idea what he could possibly be getting me. The only connection those two locations have in my mind is : Oregon is home of Tracktown, USA and Africa is home of the best distance runners in with world!!!!

So, maybe he is sending me runners from both locations? The US Postal Service has no problem shipping humans ... right?

That has to be it. Like, what other connection do those two places have?

Anyone got a clue?

P.S. Today my parents have been married for 39 years! They are kind of a big deal. Not necessarily because they have been married for almost four decades, rather because I am their daughter. Haha. ;)
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