Your Fair Warning of What to Expect For The Next Month or So.

I have been a nutcase the past couple weeks. My face looks like a 13 year old's I'm so stressed. And my anxiety levels are through the roof. With how stressed out I am, I've become pretty lackadaisical about everything. Sometimes I realize I'm flying out to Portland in 54 days, and at other times it feels so distant. I've taken on an attitude of, "things will happen when they happen."

We signed our lease earlier this week, and I signed with the moving company yesterday. I've taken almost everything off of the walls, packed all of our books, and took down our hanging DVD shelf. My house is naked. It's a little depressing and yesterday Ross called our house the "ghost house". Which is fairly fitting.

So... it's official. We really ARE moving to Wisconsin. 

And it's exciting, it really is. We feel so incredibly blessed that Ross was able to find a job even before graduating. And not just a job. A wonderful job with an incredible company. I'm looking forward to being REAL grown ups and exploring, and everything, but at the same time I'm really going to miss being so close to family, and only a 12 hour drive from Portland. We're not going to be able to visit as much. I have loved having both of our families so involved in our girls' lives. It's been such an incredible blessing to be in Utah with family, and having family visiting so often. I didn't really grow up near family and didn't get to experience that. Family is so incredibly important to me, I'm so grateful for the tight knitted family we have. So, onto WI.

Just in the last couple days it has gotten so much colder here. Today, the weather is reminiscent of Oregon weather. Except there is snow on the base of the mountains, and on the mountains. I am just PRAYING it isn't snowing or raining on Saturday. I have realized that I am going to die in Wisconsin. No, really. I lived in Illinois for a few years while growing up. We had snow. Lots of snow. And I remember it being cold. Really cold. Like one day at the bus stop my brother's friend slid on the ice and fell so hard he had to go to the ER. And another time, I was an idiot and stuck my tongue to a pole. And it got stuck. Kids are invincible when it comes to weather and I'm not so sure how I'll fare in the next coming months. 

The half marathon I signed up for is this Saturday. As in three days away. As in 72 hours from now I will probably be running. Or dead on the side of the trail. Or frozen at Mt. Timp where the race starts. I hurt myself pretty badly back in July when I was doing the best I have ever done with running, and I had to take some time off. Okay, scratch that. I had to take a lot of time off and sometimes I still hurt when I run. The longest run I have done since recovering is 7 miles. So, just a tad over half of what I'll be doing in 3 days. Everyone pray for me. hahaha

It's just been a busy last couple of weeks, and I fear the busy has only just begun. I've been talking to people in various running groups on Facebook and asking them about running. I even signed up for an indoor half marathon only a couple weeks after we've moved. Heaven help me. It's at the Olympic skating place, and you run laps. No iPods or headphones are allowed, they just blast music for you. When you registered, you had to give a song request. People were so friendly and kind when I asked questions about it. They love that it's a million laps and kept talking about how supportive everyone is, how the aid station is always just a couple of turns ahead, and how much fun it is. They convinced me.

We have some exciting things ahead, and I apologize if I expose my psychotic mess outside of the Loveland house. Please forgive me and feel free to pass me a Diet Coke and tell me to chill. And from now until we move, please don't expect to see a clean house. I totally and completely expect my children to act like this while dealing with my crazy.