The LA Marathon

Tuesday, March 31, 2015



I've been meaning to write this post for awhile now but in the chaos of the move I misplaced my camera card.  Oops!


A few weeks ago Tyler ran his first marathon.  He had decided only a month prior that he wanted to run it and up until that point hadn't had any training whatsoever.  Once he signed up he began a vigorous and dedicated running routine.  He was worried that he wouldn't finish, but I never doubted him!



Our last night in our old house was two nights before the race.  It also happened to be the night that an incredible light installation was set up to commemorate the marathon's 30th anniversary.  There were a cluster of lights set up at every mile of the marathon route and from our house we had an excellent view of them.  We spent the evening wandering around our neighborhood tying to find the best shot while reminiscing on all the good times we'd shared there.



On Sunday morning we were up at 4:00 AM and I dropped Ty off at Dodger's stadium.  He was giddy with excitement and I had butterflies in my stomach as I drove off.  A few friends watched him at mile 7 and a few others and myself were there to cheer him on at mile 13.  I was shaking with excitement as I saw him approach the halfway mark!


After he passed I got in my car and headed out to Santa Monica to await him near the finish.  I was getting text alerts every 10k so I had a good idea of when he would be coming up to the end.  The anticipation as I waited to be able to see him was almost unbearable and when I finally saw him come into view I started screaming my lungs out!  There were no words to describe the excitement and pride I felt as I watched him run that last block!! I am 100% convinced that he can do anything he sets his mind to, and I am lucky to be married to a guy who inspires and motivates me so much.


Before this experience I never understood why people ran marathons.  I couldn't fathom why someone would put themselves through such torture just for a medal.  But as I watched the city come together to cheer on people they didn't even know, it began to make sense.  There were people from all walks of life running together; old, young, fast, slow, some in wheelchairs, some in handchairs, some pushing others.  While I was standing near the end waiting for Ty there were a few runners who seemed on the verge of giving up.  They were hunched over, obviously in a lot of pain.  And everyone on the sidelines just kept encouraging them- "You can do it! You're almost there!"  and that would give them the strength they needed to finish that last little bit.  I realized that marathons are more than just a race; they are a test of the human spirit and a celebration of overcoming obstacles.  I was moved by the experience of watching, and I know Tyler was changed by the experience of running.

Have you ever run a marathon?  Would you ever?

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Last Night on the Hill

Friday, March 13, 2015


Tonight is officially our last night in our first home.

We experienced so many firsts in this place.  Our first meal cooked together as a married couple. (Lumpia!) Our first pet.  Our first big purchase.  Our first dinner party.


I'll never forget our first night in this place.  We had just gotten back from a whirlwind month of wedding prep/ wedding/ honeymoon/ friend's wedding.  We were exhausted and giddy.  We spent hours opening up gifts that had accumulated on our doorstep while we were gone, and excitedly figuring out where each item would go.  Though these were small decisions, they seemed to hold deep significance, as they were some of the first decisions we were making together.


We didn't have a bed yet so we pulled together some old cushions and mattresses and camped out on the floor.  Our room was empty but our hearts were full.  That's kind of how I'm feeling tonight, too, as I look at our bare walls and nearly-empty rooms.


This place has been so much more than a house for us.  It's been a refuge for countless people in need of respite (ourselves included.)  It's been a setting for gatherings through which we discovered our shared passion for hospitality.  It's been a safe place for tears to be shed.  It's held countless bible studies and game nights.  It's held more people than we would ever admit to any fire department.  It's taught me what a safe and loving home can look like.


I'm excited for what's next.  There are really, really beautiful things on the horizon and I know that our next place will come to feel like home in the same way this place has.  In the morning I will choose to brim with anticipation for all the great things that are to come, but for tonight I'm content to steep in the memories we have made here and mourn for a small piece of my heart that we are leaving here on the hill.


Keeping the Dream Alive

Tuesday, March 10, 2015



This past weekend I had the joy of having brunch with three lovely ladies that I've gotten to know through blogging.  Daisy, Jhen, and I met up with Katie at her house for a few hours to eat, laugh, and get to know each other better.  As we were upstairs in Katie's (totally dreamy!) room she asked each of us about our dreams... and I totally froze.  Her question made me realize how long it had been since I had actually cultivated my dreams.  Far, far too long.

It seems like I have spent the past few months so focused on the immediate. The here. The now. The due-in-30-minutes.  The reading.  The writing.  The rushing. The end-of-the-day-collapsing.

Sometimes I feel like it takes every ounce of focus and motivation I have just to make it to the end of the day.  I have a hard time dreaming about the weekend, much less about the next five years.  And when Katie asked that question I realized; sure, I have been good lately at setting goals... learn Spanish, get good grades, excel in my practicum, graduate.  But dreams?  I haven't allowed myself to dream in quite some time.  I haven't let myself imagine an ideal future.  I haven't let my mind wander to a dream that didn't require concrete, measurable, attainable steps.  And that's the thing about dreams...  they provide this painting of the type of life you want to create.  Sometimes dreams turn into goals, but sometimes they don't and that's okay.

It's important to dream for the sake of dreaming.  It's important to be present and enjoy what's now, yes, but it's also important to imagine what could be.  As I listened to these wonderful women describe their dreams and aspirations I felt inspired in a way that I haven't felt in quite some time.  I want to dream big dreams and I don't want to live a life free of imagining the impossible.  

What are some of the things you've been dreaming about lately?