Happy Days.

About a week ago our apartment went from this...

                                    

To this.. (Times 100)

Tyson's parents brought us all of our stuff in a trailer ALL the way from Washington, and we are SO happy we have places to sit, and dishes to eat on now! They helped us move most of our stuff in and unpack! We spent a couple days trying to unpack and find places for all of our stuff. We knew we were headed out of town later that week so we wanted to try and have it all done by then. Well, that didn't happen.

Wednesday morning came along and we got a call from his parents wondering if we wanted to come to Disneyland a day or two early. And well of course we said yes. So we packed our bags and headed to Disneyland that afternoon.

It's only about a 6 hour drive from where we live which isn't too bad right? Well, I've never liked sitting in a car for more then an hour at a time. My legs start hurting, I'm always thirsty, I'm either too hot or to cold, I get bored, and hungry. I can usually sing my way through any road trip if the right songs come on. But once I decide I don't want to be in the car any longer, I'm not much fun anymore. Tyson learned this about a month after we met when we went on a two week road trip together. So he is use to it. He let's me listen to my music (most of the time) and sings along with me, let's me get snacks at the gas station, and always pulls over whenever I need to stretch my legs. So really, I have nothing to complain about.

We got into Anaheim that night and woke up bright and early the next morning to start our vacation. Now, we weren't just going to Disneyland just to go. There was something haunting all of us the whole time we were there. We were all running a half marathon on Sunday morning..but I will get to that later.

We spent three wonderful days at Disneyland with his family, riding all the rides, eating good Disneyland food, and enjoying our time together :)

Saturday night rolled around we all started feeling sick to our stomach's because of what was going to happen the next morning. Now, about six months ago was right when I first met Tyson. I had heard they were all running the Disneyland Half-Marathon in September and invited me. I have never been much of a runner, at all. But I figured it would be fun. A couple people in his family had done it the year before so I figured it couldn't be that hard. So after Tyson and I started getting more serious we decided we were going to train for the race. Days went by, then weeks, and then months. Nothing. Before we knew it, it was the race day and we were not ready at all. Neither was his family so we were all pretty worried. The half marathon is timed and you have 3 1/2 hours to finish 13.1 miles. I've never ran 13.1 miles straight in my life. Ever.

The next morning was an early one. We all woke up at 3:30 and were our the door by 4:15 all pumped up and ready to run. NOT. Everyone had all there gear on and pockets full of energy shots, pills, and cubes. We got to Disneyland and each got in our corral's. There was A-G. Some of his family were in B, some in D and the rest in F. Each one took off five minutes apart. Tyson, his sister, her husband and I were all in F waiting to run.

We took of at 6:15 that morning, and that's when I realized there was no turning back. Tyson and I went off on our own and I was feeling pretty good the first couple miles. We were making good time and it was good! It was at about mile 4 where my body just did not want to go anymore. We would stop and walk for a little, and then jog. Back and forth. Over and over again. For some odd reason Tyson was all for running the whole thing and had endless amounts of energy the whole time. Not me. I was sure I was going to die. We came up with a technique where we would run from a certain sign or stoplight to another. I would get about half way and not be able to make it anymore. Many things were said such as "I'm going to throw up" "I'm going to die" "I can't breathe" "I can't move my legs" "I'm going to pass out" "I don't want to do this anymore" and so on...

Somehow I made it. Alive. I'm not sure how but I did. Along with the rest of his family! All in under 3 1/2 hours!





By the end of the race we were all sore and tired and just wanted to go back to sleep. We ended up going to Disneyland later that day for the rest of the night. We all limped through the park from ride to ride trying to enjoy our last day there.

The next morning was an early one again. We had met up with some friends of Tyson's a couple days back and he wanted to take Tyson out surfing Monday morning. We drove out to the beach to meet them there. Tyson got all geared up with his wetsuit and surfboard and went out into the water. He has never been surfing before in his life so I was excited to lay on the beach and watch him try:) After getting pounded by waves over and over again he called it quits and joined me on the beach. We hung out on the beach for a couple hours and then headed into LA.



We met up with one of Tyson's friends from his mission and his sister to have lunch. Since they went to South Korea on their missions, we had Korean food. I've never had it before, so I didn't really know what to expect. We went to a place called Ode San. They brought us endless amounts of meat to grill and small bowls of different Korean dishes. It was a ton of food and surprisingly good. :)

We headed back home after that, ready to go back to reality.

We're still sore, and still haven't unpacked all of our stuff. But it's okay, because we have a place to call home.