Brains are amazing

And my brain specifically. I'm sure all of your brains are amazing too, but we're not here to talk about your brains, are we?

The point is, last night I went on a long run. And before I started, I told myself, "You are never stopping to walk, do you understand me?" and so I didn't. And if I would have told myself, "It's totally ok to stop and walk," I know I would have thought I needed to. But running is so much more mental than I ever thought it was. Your body can go much farther and longer than you think it can. But if you think it can do something, and you make your mind keep going, chances are your body is just fine. I really got home and told Chris that my brain was incredible because it made me run the whole way. Also, it was a beautiful run. I had Chris drive me up the canyon and drop me off, and then I ran home. And it was such a gorgeous night, the perfect temperature, the trees smelled nice, the sunset was pretty, everything was great.

My brain did another amazing thing last night. Or this morning, rather. I had a scary dream and it woke me up. I was SO tired, and kept wanting to fall back asleep, but I kind of kept myself awake because I usually fall back into the same dream when that happens. So I sang a little Adele to myself to get a song in my head. (Because, and this is embarrassing, but in my scary dream there was a song. That gets stuck in your head really easily. And it's not a scary song, but my dream was scary, and the song was in my dream. And I don't want to say what the song was, but yeah I do. It was Bye, Bye, Bye. For reals. I promise it was scary, ok?) Anyway, I hummed Rolling in the Deep, got my Angry Birds on, and thought about Harry Potter, in hopes that one of those things would show up in my dreams instead. And when I FINALLY fell back asleep--after like an hour of tossing and turning and scooting close to Chris, then away from Chris, and fluffing my pillow more, then turning it over to the cold side, and throwing off the covers so I was just under the sheet, then deciding that was too cold and bringing back the duvet, getting up to go to the bathroom, and getting my arms in just the right position where the circulation wasn't cut off--I had a dream about Harry Potter! And actually, it was a little bit scary, but not enough to wake me up or be scared. Also, I was Harry Potter. And I had to fight Voldemort, but he turned himself into a snake. So maybe like Jafar? Who knows. The point is--my brain is amazing! I told myself to think about Harry Potter, and then I dreamed about Harry Potter. I love it.

Also, I don't like it when peeps are like, "Sorry I'm SOOOOO behind on blogging!" because I'm like, dude, this is your blog. You can do whatever you want with it, that's the nature of the thing. Don't apologize to people, you don't owe them anything. (Unless you're one of those famous bloggers who like makes money off your blog. Then, I'm sorry to say, you do owe us something.) So I am not sorry I haven't been blogging. However, I am sorry to myself that I haven't been better because I'm afraid I will forget all the fun things we've been up to that I haven't blogged about. So in case I never do full posts on these things, here are a few little reminders of what's been happening this month: yard sale, Seven Peaks, Parade of Homes, Tree Room, party for Christian and his fam, rodeo, Casidy's wedding, seeing out of town friends, running, planning a trip, playing Super Mario, making awesome dinners, having a super messy house, unfortunately getting reeled into the Bachelorette. The best part, really, has just been getting to hang out with Chris all the time. Gone are the evenings where I fold laundry in our room while I watch things on hulu then go to the gym alone, while Chris studies. And gone are the evenings where it gets dark at 6:00. Everything about summer is so amazing.