Friday, September 30, 2011

About that number...

It's Friday which officially marks the end of the hellish week that was my work week.

Not sure what this week had against me, but seriously--work was nuts!

Today at 5 pm I am getting my body fat tested.  I am both simultaneously looking forward to it and horribly dreading it.  I got my body fat tested (on a scale rather than the bod pod as I'm doing today) back in January 2010, April 2010, January 2011, and April 2011.  I will be interested to see how it compares to the April numbers.  I haven't lost any weight since then; in fact, I weighed in at the exact same amount this morning.  However, I am hopeful that some of the fat has been converted into muscle mass!  We shall see.

The beauty of getting your body fat tested is that it eliminates the fluff.  The number doesn't lie.  It isn't like the scale that you can blame on being more muscle mass or too much salt from the night before.  It's a real number that tells it like it is.  Today I will really know how healthy I am on the inside.

So...where did I start at?  Let's have a quick look at the (horrifyingly) eye-opening numbers:

January 2010: 36.3% body fat percentage; 172 lbs.
April 2010: 34.1% body fat percentage; 161.5 lbs.
January 2011: 30.9% body fat percentage; 153.0 lbs.
April 2011: 30.2% body fat percentage; 153.5 lbs.

(edit: I have no idea what is up with the white highlighting...can't make it go away)

Gotta love the weight plateau from January 2011 until now...YAY!  I am hoping the new body fat percentage number today will be closer to 27% or lower.  However, I am expecting a number even higher than 31%.  I just don't feel as healthy as I did back in April.  I imagine that later today I will be having a reality check.  Hopefully it is enough to get me back on track and make me start being honest with myself regarding my food decisions and (lack of) workouts.

I do realize that because I am comparing numbers from a body fat scale (a doctor administered test, but a scale nonetheless) that it won't be as accurate as the bod pod testing I am doing today so there will be a margin of error.  However, last year when we got the body fat tests done Hubster didn't think his number was accurate so he went up to get a bod pod test done and the number was exactly the same.  So there's that.

I need to be held accountable, and I used to use this blog as a way to keep me on track.  I don't know what stopped me from working to succeed at my (weight-related) goals, but I know what I have to do to get back to the basics.  So...that means that I will post the new results from my test once I have them, no matter how awful they are.  Time for some transparency that will hopefully shock me into never wanting to see bad numbers again!

Also, just saw this video and chuckled a bit.  My Drunk Kitchen makes me laugh on a weekly basis:

"Eating your feelings is healthy for you..." LOL.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The moment you know you have a problem...

You know you have a problem with emotional eating when one minute after consuming all the chips in sight (I call them "Stress Chips") something excites you and you jump for joy and a person 20 feet away says "Holy monitor is shaking..."


Probably should lay off the stress chips...

Another person also said, "WOW...that's your third trip to the chips!"

Not my proudest moment.

Time to rethink my eating habits.

Professional Photos from TOU Marathon

Here are the professional shots from the marathon.  I gotta say--I am doing a better job of keeping my eyes open!  There aren't nearly as many shots of me sleeping running this time around.  :)

This photo doesn't count...
My eyes are borderline in this one...but I'm saying they are open!
The ground must be really interesting.
Finish line!!
Told ya I didn't even see the photographer...eyes on the prize!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Top of Utah Marathon RACE RECAP!

Uhhhh...sorry about that?

I kinda dropped off the face of blogger planet for a while.  Not sure why.  I've been reading...just didn't feel like writing, which is super odd considering that the topic I needed to write about was a topic that I have a whole lot to say about--that's right, the fact that I RAN A MARATHON.

Let's just say that one more time:


Okay, I've determined that no matter how many times I say that (whether out loud or in my head) it still doesn't feel real.  Just like I can comprehend running 26.2 miles, I also can't comprehend the fact that it is actually possible and that I'm one of the crazy people in the world who have done it.

Did you know that only 0.13% of the population has ran a marathon?  Not bad company, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, let's start at the beginning shall we?

Running Roommate and I drove up to Logan, Utah together on Friday.  I was kinda freaking out the entire time.  I was doubting my training, doubting my abilities, and doubting my knee.  I could not believe we were actually less than 24-hours away from starting (and hopefully finishing) a goal we set out to achieve so long ago.  I gotta say...this race SNUCK UP ON ME.

We checked into our hotel and headed to the expo.  It was a small expo, but there were some booths that held our interests.  We got our bibs and headed out for a quick dinner at Costa Vida before going back to the hotel and trying to sleep.  I was so anxious, but eventually fell asleep after checking the weather for the umpteenth time.  It called for a mostly clear race with a rain storm ending at 7 am and clear skies for the remainder of the day.  The rest started at 7 am, so this was going to be perfect for me.
Expo Time!
Got my bib--feeling way too real!!

3:30 am came and the alarms went off.  I woke up with nervous butterflies, but just committed to the tasks at hand: get dressed, get fueled, and get ready to go.  I had laid out all my stuff the night before, so it was a pretty mindless morning.  I decided to check the weather once more.  In the short 6 hours we had slept, the weather had taken a turn for the worse.  Instead of clear skies, it now called for a 55% chance of rain at 10 am.  I wasn't too worried about it.  An hour of rain isn't really much to stress about, and the 55% chance wasn't that high.  I figured it would be a bit of a drizzle.

Spoiler alert: I was dead wrong.

Anyway, we loaded up our stuff after choosing to bring rain jackets "just in case."  Rather than waiting for the hotel shuttle, we opted to walk the 3 or 4 blocks in the dark to the finish line.  I have never seen so many buses lined up!  It was a sight to see!  After passing dozens upon dozens of buses, we made it to the loading line and hopped on the steamy bus.

I'd just like to state for the record that the bus ride from the finish line to the starting line of a marathon is about 40 minutes of pure torture.  PURE TORTURE.  Driving the course of the race on race day can really screw with your head.  It seemed SO LONG.  And the conversations on the bus were also super intimidating.  Not only are you super tired that early in the morning, but watching the road pass you by and realizing that this bus is going to drop you off at the top of a mountain pass and you have to RUN back to the finish line is horribly daunting.  I was having severe regrets on that bus; particularly when we were in the canyon and I kept thinking "okay...I know it is 14 miles from the start of the race to the mouth of the canyon...we HAVE to have gone 14 miles already" and then having the bus continue driving for another ten minutes.

Holy. fetch.

Anyway, we got to the starting line and it is raining.  I made a quick port-a-potty stop, and then headed to the heat tents.  The rain wasn't too dramatic, but it was enough to make you want to hide in the heat tents.  (Side note: ALL races should have heat tents--such a beautiful thing!!)  RR and I stayed in the tents for a while, but then nature called (again!) and I headed up to make a final port-a-potty stop before the race began.  As can be expected, the lines were loooooong.  Once I got to the potty, there was less than 5 minutes until the race start time.  Thank goodness for chip timed races!  Anyway, while I was in the port-a-potty it started raining so hard that it sounded like it was hailing.  I was SO tempted to just stay in the port-a-potty forever and just not come out.  No race.  No rain.  Just me and the port-a-potty.  You know that you've got  the panic when you are willing to hang out in a port-a-potty all day just to avoid the race.

But alas, it was not meant to be.  I sucked it up and made my way down to the starting line.  I was SOAKED before I even got there.  All the runners were drenched and looking around at each other like "is this really happening?"  Yep.  It was so happening.  I lined up next to RR, we said some last minute pep talk stuff, and then we got ready to run.  At this point I was so ready to run because I was starting to get really cold and wanted to generate some body heat!  So, I guess the rain was good because it made me want to start the race?
Soaking wet already! (And RR isn't freakishly pale, I promise)

They started the race in waves.  Since I am not a super speedy runner, I was set in the back (quite happily). After about a two minute delay, it was our turn to cross the starting line and finally RUN.  RR and I said our goodbyes, and set off for a long journey.  I was feeling good, the rain had let up, and I just settled into a comfortable pace and tried to enjoy the scenery (without tripping like I did at the Timp Half!).

As you probably saw from earlier posts, my IT band pain had flared up on my last training run before the marathon.  I was really nervous about it, but I had taken good care of it and let it rest for a week.  I have enough experience with the dumb thing to realize that at some point it was definitely going to rear its ugly head, but I was hoping it would wait until the last half of the race.


It showed up at mile 1.5.  Not encouraging.  I had 16 miles of downhill left to run on (which aggravates the issue), and then another 10 miles to run after that.  I knew I was in trouble.  I said a silent prayer and hoped that I had the mental strength to push through and finish when my physical strength decides to disappear.
This was a *bit* discouraging to see.  Logan, here I come!

Miles 2 - 5 were pretty uneventful.  I was drinking gatorade at every aid station and fueling (taking a Gu) every 3 miles.  I have had issues in the past on my long runs with my energy fizzling so I decided to up the fueling on race day.  Overall, I think it was good decision.  However, taking over 5 Gus in one day is disgusting.  Just an FYI.
Cups, anyone?
Gorgeous scenery!
Runners stretching for MILES!
I had settled into a rhythm and just absorbed the sights and sounds of the race.  I love watching the runners and seeing the new views when you round a corner.  It makes the time pass by more quickly.  I was worried about the dark clouds hanging out in front of me, but figured it couldn't get much worse than what we had been through at the starting line.


Around mile 6, all hell broke loose.  Seriously.  Lightning was flashing and thunder was reverberating off the canyon walls (favorite sound ever?  YES).  It was a little unnerving to be so close to the lightning.  I was worried they would call the race.  Rain was coming down in sheets and in a matter of less than a minute, I was soaked from head to toe.  My so called rain jacket?  Not so much water proof as "semi-water resistant."  That's a nice way of saying I might as well have been wearing a sham-wow.  I was soaking up the water!  

Then it started to hail.  Slowly at first, and then it was coming down hard.  It was more than a little bit unreal.  I couldn't help but laugh.  All the runners around me had these looks of complete confusion, shock, and humor.  What else could you do but laugh at the situation and keep running?  I tried to take a video of the hail, but my cell phone did NOT do it justice.  Trust me when I say it was about 5 times worse in real life:

(Also, forgive the poor video quality.  I was a bit excited--I love me some bad weather.)

The hail stopped by mile 7, but the rain continued until about mile 11.  My jacket was so soaked that it was beginning to hinder my movement, rather than help so I took it off.  I had opted to wear a tank top because I'd rather be too cold than too warm, and so I was left to run in the cool temps with less than ideal gear.

By mile 11 my knee was in pain.  I was worried about being able to finish the race, but I was determined to push through it.  I decided to just focus on making it to the the next aid station.  They were spaced two miles apart (on all the odd numbered miles), so they became a way for me to focus on short term goals that add up to to long term success.  The aid stations were well managed, and the volunteers were STELLAR!  They were drenched just as badly as we were, and they weren't running to keep themselves warm.  They met each of us runners with smiles and cheers.  Total rockstars!

At mile 14, I finally escaped the canyon and was met by all the spectators.  The canyon was closed to spectators, so most of them were waiting at the mouth of the canyon to cheer their friends on.  One of my coworkers was there (with a cowbell!) and it was highly encouraging to see a smiling face who knew my name.  I took a quick bathroom break (stupid nervous race stomach!) and stopped for some photos.

I look happy.  That's cuz I was.
Luckily, the rain had calmed down by this point.  It had dropped down to a mere drizzle and there was hope that the storm might leave us alone.  There was a mean looking dark cloud to the south of us, but I was hopeful that I would be able to outrun it.  I'm rather ambitious, yeah?

My coworker wasn't the only spectator waiting for me at mile 14.  My wonderful WONDERFUL husband was there to ride with me the rest of the way!  He had brought his bike so he could keep my company on the remaining difficult miles.  I was SO glad to have him by my side.  I love this man more than I can say!

So happy to have him next to me!
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Thumbs up at mile 15--glad to be out of the rain!
Miles 14-15 went by quickly now that I had some company.  I told Hubster about the craziness of the hail, and he couldn't believe what we had ran through.  At one point he asked me how far I'd been, and when I looked at the garmin it said something like 15.6.  He turned to me smiling and said, "At this very moment, you have ran farther than I ever have in my entire life."  He was so proud of me.  I couldn't help but add, "yeah...and I still have another freaking 11 miles to go!!"  That got a laugh out of him!

At mile 16 the dark cloud caught me.  Apparently I'm not a very fast runner.  Who knew?  Anyway, what we had experienced in the canyon was chump change to what this dark cloud brought to us.  You seriously could've hooked up a hose and sprayed it at me and I wouldn't have gotten wetter.  The hail was coming down so hard that it was beginning to hurt.  It was managing to bounce into my shoes.  I can't say I have ever had hail stones in my shoes while running.  Definitely a first for me.  Finally it became so bad that there was no choice but to seek shelter. Hubster and I found a random house and hid under the awning for a bit.  Unfortunately for me, after waiting a whopping ten seconds I could feel my knee starting to tighten up and I knew I couldn't stay any longer.

I waved goodbye to Hubster (he wasn't dumb enough to follow me out into that mess) and told him I'd see him in a little while.  The next couple of miles were absolutely insane.  Surreal.  I can't even describe how nuts it was to be running in those conditions.  And awesome.  Did I mention it was awesome?  I really do love bad weather...I kinda felt like I was dancing in the rain, but instead of dancing I was running.  It provided an EXCELLENT distraction to my pain, and kept me going.

Unfortunately, Hubster was unable to get photos of me during the absolute craziest portion of the weather.  It was just not a good thing for cameras--WAY too wet.  He did get some a few minutes before it really went to town, and they look crazy enough.  Just know that when you see these photos, it got a LOT worse for all the runners a few minutes later.  :)

Determined to continue through the weather
It's a bit cold!
It was at this point that I also encountered an older woman with a sign pinned to her back that said something to the effect of "I'm running this marathon in honor of my son, born and died on this date in 1993.  Families are forever."  It's a good thing it was already raining.  I swear those were just rain drops on my cheeks...nothing else.

Miles 16-18 were a blur.  The rain was nuts, I was running through puddles that were inches deep, and my arms were sore from the hail pelting me.  At the aid station on mile 17, I ran into Hubster's parents.  They had bright smiles on their face and had made me a poster to cheer me on.  I was SO touched by their enthusiasm.  Seriously, they always make me feel like I am their own daughter.  I am truly blessed with awesome family.

Hubster had caught up to me at this point which was a good thing.  From mile 19 on, my knee was a complete joke.  The weather FINALLY let up at mile 20ish, but by then my knee was so painful to run on I was literally choking back tears.  Lots of screams in order to push through the pain and keep going.  Not gonna lie...At mile 21 I was seriously worried I wouldn't be able to finish.  My knee joints were locking up and I could feel the joints grinding on each other.  By this point I was tired and I just wanted to walk for a while, but every time I walked it hurt.  But switching from walking to running hurt even more (seriously...nearly pass out pain!).  However, after one or two minutes of terrible pain, it leveled out and I was able to continue running without as intense pain.  Too bad I was so tired that I couldn't stop myself from walking every now and then.  It was a terrible cycle!!

Running Roommate had caught up to me around mile 20, but a bathroom break stop for me (again!  body fail!) had her passing me.  I spent the rest of the race trying to catch up to her, but realized in the end that I just didn't have the power left in me to get it done.  I was so proud of her for having such a strong race!

At mile 24 the sun came out--the first time on the entire course!  With it, my spirits lifted and I felt a surge of energy.  I was able to keep running (except on the blasted hills).  The pain subsided to a manageable level, and I KNEW that I would finish.  Even better, I knew that I would finish before 5:30 which had been a goal I didn't think I would reach.

The girl next to me?  Her face sums up most people's thoughts on the weather...
The sun might be out, but I am still drenched!
Hubster left me at mile 25 so that he could see me cross the finish line.  For the last mile, I hung back and talked to the 5:30 pacers for a while.  They said that this was the hardest race they have ever paced.  They were super nice, and way excited for me to be running my first marathon.  After a couple minutes of chit chat, I told them I was going to go on ahead and finish strong.  

I ran to the mile 26 marker and couldn't believe I was almost to the end.  Once you hit mile 26, the course makes a 90 degree left turn and you are suddenly running through the finish line.  I have to say--it was absolutely unreal to see that finish line.  So many different emotions ran over me--pain, pride, triumph, disbelief.  It was phenomenal.  I KNEW I would finish.  I ran towards that finish line with all the gusto I had left in me (admittedly, not much).  My family was screaming my name and I could see the finish line with my time ahead of me.  I was so determined to make it to that darn finish line that I didn't even see the photographer to my right.  Oops?

Dude on the right TOTALLY got ignored by me...
I crossed the finish line at 5:26:50.2.  The time was 12:34 pm (which is awesome).  At that moment, I accomplished something that was so unbelievably difficult to me that two years ago I didn't even think it could be done by me.  I watched a friend cross the Top of Utah Marathon line in 2009 and was blown away by the thought of runners that had been out there for so many hours.  I didn't think it would be possible for me.  And yet, two short years later here I am crossing the same exact finish line.  Absolutely surreal.

Running Roommate was waiting for me with her finishers medal and a HUGE smile on her face.  She had crossed just two minutes before me.  How fun is that?
This is, by far, my favorite photo of the year.
I could NOT have done this marathon without her.  Even though we didn't run side by side, she was with me the whole way.  Her encouragement got me to the starting line, and kept me going at the end.  I cannot say how much I love this girl!  She is truly amazing!!

Also amazing?  Hubster.  His support along the way was fantastic.  He kept my going when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and never walk again.  He kept me smiling, and made sure I was okay.  I am lucky to have him as my very own!


Overall, I still can't believe I ran the darn thing.  It was crazy!!  26 miles is SO FAR!!!  But it made me realize that we really and truly can achieve whatever thing we set our minds to.  Bodies are seriously amazing.

Looking over the entire race, I can see only a few areas where I can improve for next time (IF there is a next time).  One, I lost nearly 13 minutes at the port-a-potties.  Darn my upset stomach!!  Two, I probably shouldn't run injured.  Yeah...that's a good idea.  Three, I should give myself some flex time in my training schedule to allow for injuries and unexpected rest weeks.  Lessons = learned!

Also, here's a quick look at my splits.  I can't help but post it...not because it is relevant but because it is the longest list of miles I've ever ran.  Who knows when else I'll be able to post something like this again?

Mile 15 = potty break.  Mile 20-21 = potty break.  Joy.  

One week later and I am still in a post-marathon daze.  I really can't believe I did it.  If I didn't have the photos and the marathon medal I don't think I would believe it!  My knee is still totally screwed up, but at least I know how to fix it.  I'm going to rest the dumb thing like crazy, and take ibuprofen like a totally druggie.  And of course stretching and foam rolling--always super important.

Next up for me is Ragnar Las Vegas in one month.  It's my last big race of the year, and I'm looking forward to tapering down my mileage.  I think I want to focus on smaller distances and work on improving my speed for now.  I just seem to get injured too much on the long distances!  :)

I'm also currently part of the 10 in 10 challenge over at Keeping it Off!  I'm with a group of 15 lovely ladies who are aiming to lose 10 (or more) pounds over the next 10 weeks.  I plan on incorporating the strength training program from Jillian Michael's Making the Cut I just have to get a gym membership!

I'm also getting my body fat tested this Friday.  Should be interesting to see where I am at compared to earlier this year.  Wish me luck!  And again...sorry for the delay.  I needed some time to absorb what I had accomplished before I posted.  Apparently I am slow to absorb (unlike my lovely rain jacket!).  :)

Monday, September 19, 2011

I am a Marathoner

I ran.  I survived.  And I finished.

I accomplished something so difficult that two years ago I didn't even remotely consider it as something I could do.
Turns out it is possible.  And all sorts of awesome.

Full race recap is pending.  I'm waiting for pictures before I post it!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Too Scared to Blog

3 sleeps until the marathon.



IT band pain is being heavily medicated in order to force it into submission. Left calf is pissed. Should be a fun run.

I dreamt about running a marathon. I ran with my sister (who isn't a long distance runner) but we both rocked the distance ended up crossing the finish line early after running 28 miles. I don't even remotely know how to decode that dream.

Send good vibes my way. And tweets to me on Saturday because I can read them while I'm running!

If I don't blog before the marathon, it's because I'm in serious denial that this is indeed happening and blogging about it makes it all the more real (hence the lack of posts this week!).

If I don't blog after the marathon, it's because I'm dead. :)

Friday, September 9, 2011

Lyrics to Myself - Go Outside!

I was just listening to this song and realized that the lyrics totally describe my fight between my healthy self and my past self.  I had to share:

I really want to go out
I really want to go outside and stop to see your day
You really want to hole up
You really want to stay inside and sleep the light away
I think it's good to go out
cause if you don't you'll never make a memory that will stay
I think that you should wake up
I think I want to live my life and you're just in my way 

Those are my two favorite verses.  The first paragraph is the way I feel in the morning, for SURE.  One side wants to get up, go running, get a great start to the day.  The other side (unfortunately the dominate one) wants to SLEEP.

So--I challenge you today to GO OUTSIDE.  Get some fresh air and make a memory!  I got a morning run in today, and tonight I am going camping.  Being outside is awesome.

What will you conquer today?

75 marathons in 75 days

Wow. Wow. Wow.

I can't even imagine.  I heard about this guy and what he did, but I had never seen photos or video of him.  I never knew he was just an average joe!  Crazy impressive!

I ran this morning

...and now I am in pain.

Hello, IT band...welcome back.  You weren't missed, but whatevs.  I guess you missed me.  I'm surprised it was a 4 miler that made you show up.  I thought I would've seen you back on the 20 miler.

Either've reminded me of another friend that I didn't miss.

Hello, dear ice pack!

8 days to go...

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

10 days...


 That is all...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I need a vacation after my vacation!


I had a busy 5 days!  I visited 4 states (Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana) and crammed canoeing, hiking, and sight-seeing into just a few short days.  It was both relaxing and exhausting all at the same time!  Hubster's family came up to Idaho on Friday to combine with my family (WIN!) and we made a weekend of it.

As you saw from my previous post, I spent Thursday with my Pa in Yellowstone checking out the Canyon area and doing some really short hikes.  It was BEAUTIFUL and the weather was perfect!

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Mammoth Falls
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Lower Yellowstone Falls
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Me and Pa!

Friday was a nice relaxing day chilling with my sister and my nieces and nephews.  I saw my little Gracie crawl for her VERY FIRST TIME.  SO awesome.  That alone made the trip well worth it!  She's super duper cute.

Saturday was a BIG day.  We woke up bright and early, made some breakfast, and hit the road to drive to Island Park to go canoeing down the Henry's Fork on the Snake River starting at Big Springs.  It was a very cool morning (40 degrees!!) and us Utahans weren't quite used to the cold temps!  Luckily, we had some good hoodies to keep us warm.

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Crystal clear water!
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Bright red salmon
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We should not be trusted in canoes...
After surviving the tipsy canoes, we got back in our vehicles and headed north to Yellowstone Park to see some other parts of the park with the rest of Hubster's family.  In case you've never been to Yellowstone, it is HUGE.  Seriously.  It definitely takes more than a couple days to see it all.  We decided to spend our time in the Geyser Basin and see all the geysers and hot pools.  They are unreal!  So many different colors...gorgeous!

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Blue on orange--love it!
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MASSIVE geyser.  And so pretty!
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Grand Prismatic Spring--LOVED the colors!
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I wanted to swim in this one...too bad it would kill me!
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Old if you couldn't recognize her!
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Did I mention I loved Grand Prismatic Spring?  Cuz I did...
We also went for a random hike at one of the hot pool areas.  We saw a sign that said "Mystic Falls--1.3 miles" and we decided to just go for it.  None of us knew if the falls was even worth the hike in bear country, but we were itching for some activity so off we went!  The hike ended up being well worth it!  We followed a creek the entire way up and it was so pretty.  The waterfall itself was a nice surprise!  Not only was it pretty large, it also had several hot springs that dropped into it right at the falls so it was STEAMING.  So cool.  We hiked all around it (and nearly burned ourselves several times).  Yellowstone is seriously magical.
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Can you see the steam?
Hubster might have also stolen some kisses when I was least expecting them....
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Kiss attack!!
After seeing Old Faithful and the rest of the geysers and hot pools, we took the scenic route home.  We drove past Yellowstone Lake and back up to Canyon and then around to Norris and Madison.  It took an extra 2 hours to get home!  The drive was worth it though--we saw herds of Elk and a wolf.  Awesome!

Sunday was spent at my other sister's house eating the most amazing BBQ in the world.  Seriously.  My brother-in-law recently took home the grand prize at a BBQ cook-off.  It was his first year entering and he beat out all the professional chefs that were participating.  Amazing!  It's a good thing that we don't BBQ very much together or all my efforts at losing weight would be long gone out the window!

Monday we decided to drive up to Mesa Falls area and see both upper and lower falls.  I've been there a few times, but they are pretty no matter how often I see them!
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I swear there is a waterfall behind us...
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There it is!
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Lower Mesa Falls in the background
We also made a quick stop at the Teton Dam spillway.  It's about the only thing left after the Teton Dam failed clear back in the 70s.  There is an awesome amount of graffiti there, and I happened to find my name among the bunch.  Had to get a picture!
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Becky was here!

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The spillway is STEEP!  That's probably why people roll burning tires down it...
Anyway, it was a busy busy weekend!  We got home around 9:30 at night just in time to crawl into bed and have to wake up for work.  I was super tired this morning!  I definitely need a vacation from my vacation!  But I loved every minute of it.  Can't wait to go back to Yellowstone again someday!

How did you spend your holiday?