Stuck in a Rut

I think I need help.
Mostly I need someone to empathize with me and tell me I'm not the only one that has these feelings.

A couple months ago we had a 5th Sunday lesson about the postivies of the internet. I'm really grateful for that lesson because otherwise I might get overwhelmed with how negativly the internet can influence me.

What I mean is that I get bombarded (okay its probably my fault for reading blogs all the time and browsing facebook) with everyone's success stories and then sit back and think, "what the heck? am I not doing enough with my life?"

Does anyone else get discouraged about this? Or ask if these people are even real?

I understand that people aren't going to post about their failures and short comings for the most part. Heck--I haven't posted in a couple months because I haven't felt I have anything to "talk" (alright, I mean brag) about right now. But why is that the case? Why do we fear what others will think of us? Why have we defined success by how busy we are?

I already have answers to all these questions, and tomrrow I'm sure I'll feel my normal self again. But for now I feel like I need to take a stance against the world.

My name is Heather. I don't have the patience to sew perfect lines for quilts. I don't have a smart phone yet. My face still breaks out more than I would like it to. And that is okay!

                            --Let's be honest, I've been blessed with way more than I deserve.

3 years

Last night as the sun had already set, we walked around the high school track next to our apartment. Hand-in-hand we got carried away in a discussion about freedom of speech and the policies behind tax law (most if it I don't really get). Our voices hardly concealed the excitement as we played out future scenarios of living our dreams. What would we do if Mitch got this internship? Or what would it be like if we lived in that state (or country)?

3 years ago I married Mitch with dreams of what would come. Many of those dreams have changed but I still can't believe how much joy I have as the wife of this man. I've learned that it doesn't really matter what happens to us. Success or failure in whatever we dream--the only thing that truly matters is that I did it with him.

Love you Mitch.

life lately

Mitch starts school again tomorrow. I've been spoiled this summer having him in the evenings and going on trips. I haven't posted in a month and I know I won't get around to doing a post for each thing that happened the last half of this summer. But I did finally load pictures from my camera to Mitch's fancy new laptop. So here are some of the exciting things that happened:

Dear Liz got married. It was so beautiful.

We went to Kanosh with Tyson and Keera and other great friends. 

They have some awesome warm springs there. 

Mitch finally saw Old Faithful.

Baby Paul was born--the Hunsaker name lives on.

I spent time with friends.

Mitch and I both had birthdays.

Dad ran his first half-marathon. (and Karren dominated her second one)

We got to spend a lot of time with family.

And cute Madie got married.

This summer was great. We are curious for what this fall will bring.  (I'm sorry if I missed other things that happened this summer, these are just the ones I had photos to document)

Hunsaker Olympics 2012

We had the Jesse Hunsaker family reunion last week up in Ashton, Idaho at a beautiful cabin. It was very large and right on the river; it was so much fun. We decided to do a mini olympics to get in the mood for the end of this month (I love to watch the olympics). We divided up into teams and represented countries of ancestry: Isle of Man, England, Sweden, and Switzerland. (My team was Switzerland and we dominated) Each night we had various events and a hoot of a time. I love my family so much I can hardly contain the excitement.

26.2

I have so much to catch up on, summer is always so busy. We've had Liz's wedding, family events, Alpine on fire causing an evacuation, and lots more coming up. But I have to devote one post just to my marathon.

As I was 400 m from the finish line, this sweet lady next to me told me to hold the image in my mind and try to remember it as I remember my wedding day. I thought that was a little bold at the time, but now I understand why. Running a marathon is the biggest accomplishment I have done physically and the feeling of crossing the finish line is surreal.

The last 6 miles are tough. I've decided that anyone can run 20 miles, its the last 6.2 that get you. And for a first time marathoner, I didn't know what to expect. I was so relieved when I found Mitch on his bike at mile 20. He rode along side me the last 6, and I needed him every step of that.  At mile 22 I was so focused on just putting one foot in front of the other that I didn't even notice my dear friend Katie cheering for me until she was right in my face. The only thing I could mumble to her was "this sucks." Which it did, at mile 22 and all the way to mile 26.  But boy oh boy that last stretch is worth the whole thing. And honestly, the whole way is so neat. I really want to run a marathon with someone in the future for company, but I was glad I did one on my own. I felt so alive and at one with myself.

I crossed the finish line at 4:08 which I was more than happy with considering at one point I didn't know if my body would ever be able to handle a marathon. I have room to improve but I beat my goal. I am so lucky that I had wonderful friends and family to cheer me on at the finish line. As a runner, having a support system makes all the difference.

Kelli and Tom presented me with the Pickett Pineapple at the finish line. That was a great honor! :)

I love this guy--he is the best support. And I am slowly getting him to enjoy running more and more. I doubt I'll ever convince him to run a marathon after my incident (keep reading) but I do believe we will enjoy a lifetime of "callitawalkandthenstartrunning" together.

So I felt great after the marathon for about 30 minutes. But then my vision started getting blurry and I felt like I would pass out. I ended up throwing up and for the next 7 hours I couldn't keep a single thing down. Mitch was really worried and at about 5 pm we ended up at the hospital because of dehydration. After a couple IV's I started feeling great. I just desperately needed some fluids in me and I couldn't keep them down orally.

At one point after the marathon my brother-in-law asked me if the marathon was worth it.  I told him that if I ever wanted to run one again he needed to remind me how miserable I felt afterwards. I'll hold it to him because I already want to run another one.

Butterflies

This week has gone by so slow. I just want 10:30 Saturday morning to be here already. The last couple of days I have been plagued by spontaneous flouts of butterflies in my stomach. Not the type that comes just before a kiss. The type that makes you feel sick with nervousness. This morning I woke up every 10 minutes to check the clock. My dreams played tricks on me as I would wake up in a panic thinking I was going to be late. I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight.

Another Adventure

I'm just finally getting around to uploading my pictures to the computer so I can now tell you about our latest adventure. A few weeks ago we decided to go pay a Sunday visit to our friends Matt and Sandee. They are another couple that met in Jerusalem and got married the day before us. Needless to say, we have been friends ever since.

Anyway, they mentioned to us this incredible deal to go on a mediterranean cruise--the catch was that it was in just a couple weeks. We discussed how neat it would be to go but decided to sleep on the idea since Mitch and I know we have a natural disposition to say yes to going anywhere exciting without really thinking it through. Well, it turns out everything fell into place for us to be able to go on this trip, so we took advantage of the opportune moment.

Here is how the trip went:

About 3 days in Rome. That city is unreal--every way you look, there is something cool to see. That city is so rich with history, I was not disappointed. 

Then a day at Pompei and a night in Napoli. Pompei was nice because you get a true feel for how a city would have been 2,000 ears ago. Its not just a few old ruins, its an entire town.

Then we got on the cruise ship. Our first port was Messina, Sicily. The cannoli there was A-mazing!

And we had pizza as much as possible in Italy. Napoli wins out for having the best pizza.

We enjoyed Athens, especially the gyros!

And we LOVED Ephesus. Turkey is one of my favorite countries I have decided.

Our last port was Crete. Crete is the largest island off of Greece, and our port town was Chania. It is a beautiful venetian port city and we happened to be there right as the olympic torch was coming through!

It was a lovely trip, and I loved every bit.