running class spreads the love through campus (thanks to hector and a few other fab students -- we have have a sneak peak caught on video)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
chew chew chew!
i taught joybird how to chew!!
i, obviously, was way to exagerated with my chewing demonstrations as seen below:
this is one of those situations where you wish you could 'take that and rewind it back' and re-teach "the chew" in a more lady-like fashion. you live. you learn.
i, obviously, was way to exagerated with my chewing demonstrations as seen below:
this is one of those situations where you wish you could 'take that and rewind it back' and re-teach "the chew" in a more lady-like fashion. you live. you learn.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
suisse!!
a few quick clips from switzerland.
here we are with all our breitling watch friends from all over the country. i thought it would be a grand idea to have them all say hello in their language.
in honor of my love for swiss cheese...these girls + guinn, of course-- give a little swiss cheese shout out.
here we are with all our breitling watch friends from all over the country. i thought it would be a grand idea to have them all say hello in their language.
in honor of my love for swiss cheese...these girls + guinn, of course-- give a little swiss cheese shout out.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
the video marathon continues--
here is a brief glimpse from our time in africa - summer '08. here we are (quinton, jamie, trey and me) arriving at the shelter children's orphanage. our kenyan friends greeted us in grand fashion, and we felt very much loved and appreciated. it was the beginning of a great two weeks.
now, let me tell you about the time i ran the ngong hills of kenya with the kenyan marathon training team. knowing my passion for running, quinton set up this surprise excursion and here is how it went down:
we had been in africa and staying at the orphanage for about a week (at this point, i was lacking on the nutrition and hydration end). the marathoners show up to the orphanage to "pick me" and off we went. I was told this would be a quick visit to the running village and a scenic jog through the kenyan countryside. being that i was in the best shape of my life, i figured i would have no problem hanging with the pack. so, after a few minutes i noticed that we were starting to pick up the pace and we are now going what feels to be about a 6:30 mile pace. i begin to ask, "how far are we going again?" oh but wait, LANGUAGE BARRIER. i took 2 years of swahili in college but "how far, how long" was not coming to me in the moment. anyway, we kept on...and the worst part, i didn't know where we were going or if i was even safe! i, the little mzungu (white person), was headed out on foot and fast and all i could do was pray. "lord", i said, "please get me back to guinn safe and soon, and allow me to keep this pace because if they drop me i definitely do not know how to get back". somewhere in the swift shuffling of feet and vision of the roaring kenyan countryside, i hear them say "40 kilometers". having run a time or two on the metric scale, i do a quick conversion to more familiar terms and shout "25 MILES!!" now we're heading straight up hill, and are probably 8 miles in at this point....and, i was at my end...i stopped to walk. all of a sudden, abram (was his name) miraculously knows english and says to me, "do you walk in america?"
i'm thinking, 'oh heeey, abraham! glad we're speaking the same language now-- in america i train at sea level, and in america i can drink the water, and in america i don't push a 6 flat pace for 40 kilometers". anyway, he got the memo and we all headed back to the camp...still running 6:45 miles but only 12 of them.
i remember being at the top of one of the many hills and i could see the orphanage off in the distance. probably 5 miles away, and with only a few more hills to scale, masai villages to run past, and cattle and donkeys to dodge, i could tell that we were headed in the right direction and this gave me an new energy to finish the run strong!
finally, we make it back to the shelter!! i sprinted up to hug guinn and defintely spent some time praising God that i was back safe and sound. THEN, abram and i led some of the little ones in stretches!! hence, the video below:
two more kenya clips--
dancing jimmy
and julian. all the other kids were playing and he was sitting on a little hill reading his bible. so sweet.
now, let me tell you about the time i ran the ngong hills of kenya with the kenyan marathon training team. knowing my passion for running, quinton set up this surprise excursion and here is how it went down:
we had been in africa and staying at the orphanage for about a week (at this point, i was lacking on the nutrition and hydration end). the marathoners show up to the orphanage to "pick me" and off we went. I was told this would be a quick visit to the running village and a scenic jog through the kenyan countryside. being that i was in the best shape of my life, i figured i would have no problem hanging with the pack. so, after a few minutes i noticed that we were starting to pick up the pace and we are now going what feels to be about a 6:30 mile pace. i begin to ask, "how far are we going again?" oh but wait, LANGUAGE BARRIER. i took 2 years of swahili in college but "how far, how long" was not coming to me in the moment. anyway, we kept on...and the worst part, i didn't know where we were going or if i was even safe! i, the little mzungu (white person), was headed out on foot and fast and all i could do was pray. "lord", i said, "please get me back to guinn safe and soon, and allow me to keep this pace because if they drop me i definitely do not know how to get back". somewhere in the swift shuffling of feet and vision of the roaring kenyan countryside, i hear them say "40 kilometers". having run a time or two on the metric scale, i do a quick conversion to more familiar terms and shout "25 MILES!!" now we're heading straight up hill, and are probably 8 miles in at this point....and, i was at my end...i stopped to walk. all of a sudden, abram (was his name) miraculously knows english and says to me, "do you walk in america?"
i'm thinking, 'oh heeey, abraham! glad we're speaking the same language now-- in america i train at sea level, and in america i can drink the water, and in america i don't push a 6 flat pace for 40 kilometers". anyway, he got the memo and we all headed back to the camp...still running 6:45 miles but only 12 of them.
i remember being at the top of one of the many hills and i could see the orphanage off in the distance. probably 5 miles away, and with only a few more hills to scale, masai villages to run past, and cattle and donkeys to dodge, i could tell that we were headed in the right direction and this gave me an new energy to finish the run strong!
finally, we make it back to the shelter!! i sprinted up to hug guinn and defintely spent some time praising God that i was back safe and sound. THEN, abram and i led some of the little ones in stretches!! hence, the video below:
two more kenya clips--
dancing jimmy
and julian. all the other kids were playing and he was sitting on a little hill reading his bible. so sweet.
Friday, February 4, 2011
SNOW!!!
thank you, andy, for joy's amazing northface ski suit. couldn't have asked for a more appropriate get-up for snow day..offering full protection from all things cold, wet, and windy.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
jackpot!!
i just found so many old videos clips that i didn't realize i had on this computer!! ooooh this is so exciting.
the plan: to post one a day to the blog because some of these are worth the share. some are HILARIOUS (stay tuned for aaron crowder, fed ex pete, guinn bringing sex back, and "what's your favorite thing about beans")...
but for today, we're starting with the night of my life-- it's super blurry, yet brilliantly wonderful. 5.22.04!
video highlights: timmy on the mic (and song choice?)...correction, luck be a guinny.
grandma marge on the dance floor, and the random bubble machine that happened to make it's way into the reception and blew bubbles continuously all night long.
the plan: to post one a day to the blog because some of these are worth the share. some are HILARIOUS (stay tuned for aaron crowder, fed ex pete, guinn bringing sex back, and "what's your favorite thing about beans")...
but for today, we're starting with the night of my life-- it's super blurry, yet brilliantly wonderful. 5.22.04!
video highlights: timmy on the mic (and song choice?)...correction, luck be a guinny.
grandma marge on the dance floor, and the random bubble machine that happened to make it's way into the reception and blew bubbles continuously all night long.
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