Love and Healing Vibes to the Twin Cities

Love and Healing Vibes to the Twin Cities

The summer of 2020 will likely be remembered as one of heartbreak and frustration. The effects of COVID-19 will be felt for years to come and our community exists on a tightrope balancing between caution and cabin fever. This should be a time of patience and kindness, love and compassion. Instead, the senseless and inexcusable murder of George Floyd at the hands of four Minneapolis police officers shines an undeniable spotlight on the pervasive undercurrent of bigotry in our society.

To arrogantly assume that our thoughts or opinions convey a sense of understanding of what systemic bigotry and racism feels like would be ridiculous. Literally anything we write as middle class, white, bloggers will come from an unaffected perspective. What can we add to this conversation that is actually helpful? Out of the shock and sadness that we feel for our community, the hesitation to make tone deaf statements, bring politics into our blog, or at the very worst, unintentionally hurt someone, we have stayed silent. Making peanut gallery comments on social media or posting memes seems less than productive. We do, however, feel like now is a time when silence is louder than words, and as lines get drawn in the sand we want no confusion about which side we are on.

We support the protesters and those whose voices and frustrations have been ignored for far too long. We are outraged by any aggression directed toward peaceful protesters. They march because systemic racism, sexism, and bigotry pervades our society. Change is far too slow and our community deserves better. They surround police stations and government buildings, they march on the freeway, they kneel at football games, they refuse to move to the back of the bus. This is the very definition of civil disobedience. I am humbled by their bravery. (I say “they” because I have yet to personally participate. Logan has taken his turn. I suspect my turn is close at hand. It would be disgusting to claim that I am part of this fight when I have done nothing so far but nod my head in agreement. But make no mistake, I am on board. I am an ally.)

We love Minneapolis and St. Paul and support our community of all people. During the last week, the nights have raged with both justified anger and shameful opportunism. But every morning, neighbors of all races and creeds came together to clean, rebuild, and support one another. The community pride, resiliency, and generosity has been a thing of beauty and is enough to restore one’s faith in humanity. There are far more instances of support than those of violence. Please take those fear-mongering news stories with a grain of salt.

Downtown St. Paul

We support the majority of police officers who protect and serve their community with honor, and we condemn those whose unforgivable aggression and abuse makes them a disgrace to the badge, as well as those who shelter the crimes of their colleagues. We are elated that the four officers responsible have been charged and hope that justice will be served. We hope this may be the beginning of a long overdo turning of the tides to a system of accountability and to end the institutionalized protection of the corrupt. No more will systemic racism and police brutality be swept under the rug.

Today was George Floyd’s memorial service and thus it seemed a fitting time to break our silence and proclaim our love for the people of these cities. ALL the people.

Logan and I acknowledge our privilege, and every day we strive to listen and be better informed. We try to be better allies, community members, and stewards of our planet. Our hearts and positive vibes go out to the family of George Floyd (and those who preceded him), the honorable police officers and first responders who are protecting and serving the community as well as the protesters with respect and kindness, and finally, to the people of Minneapolis and St. Paul. We will come out of this stronger and better than ever.

Britt

Welcome River!

It’s a girl!

Logan and I would like to introduce River, the newest member of the Mountains to Midwest family! She is a 7.5-week-old German Shorthaired Pointer (GSP). After my last two female dogs, I reeeeaaaallly wanted a boy, but mother nature had other ideas, I guess. So, River will have some big pawprints to fill in the wake of her departed sisters, McKenna and Madison.

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Shaping Up: Updating My Shape

I started my “quest to shape up” at the beginning of February, weighing in at about 188 pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall (on the tall side for Colorado, on the short side for Minnesota.) The intermittent fasting diet began around the same time. Shortly thereafter, I began a free, online, 30-day yoga program and completed a lesson almost every day. Here’s a brief outline of what has happened since:

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Soberversary: Four Years Dry

Every year on April Fools Day, Britt and I go out to a nice dinner. During the first of these outings, we got a giant tower full of raw oysters, shrimp, and crab legs at a restaurant we’d been eyeballing since it opened, but on which we had yet to let ourselves splurge. Since then, seafood has tended to be our theme mostly out of tradition. The reason we do this every year is to celebrate the day that I didn’t die.

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The Old Homestead

The Old Homestead

Logan and I fell in love with our house on our first (and only) day of house hunting. We went home after viewing about six homes in total and made an offer that night. We wondered at the time if we were crazy for rushing things. I HATED our temporary apartment and we were so new to the cities, we hadn’t explored enough to commit to a particular neighborhood yet. But, this magical house tucked away on a hidden cul de sac in a close, but small, suburb hit all of our needs as well as many of our desires. Plus, it had a nostalgic quality about it that reminded us both of our grandparents’ homes. It had good juju. It just felt like home.

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Ostara 2020: Celebration in Quarantine

Today is March 20, 2020 and it is day 5 of quarantine for Britt and me. Yesterday was the Spring Equinox, the day we celebrate Ostara, and the first day of Spring. It was a perfect Spring day to be home. This is a time of chaos in the world, but more than ever I would like to take a moment to focus on the balance that this time of year embodies, take stock in what I am thankful to have, and what exciting things we’ve been preparing for.

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Securian Winter Run 2020: Post Surgery Back to the Basics

Last year my big plans for the running season were dashed by a hernia repair surgery and the drop in motivation I had once that was scheduled. About six weeks after my surgery I started doing some short run/walks with Britt and transitioned those into longer runs of a few miles. I also started a new job around this time, which is conveniently located close to my running store. Right before the holidays I went and bought myself some new running shoes and committed to getting back into enough form to race the Securian Financial Winter Run 10k. (“Race” is here used extremely loosely… I am mostly content as a ‘middle-of-the-pack’ runner.)

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Waking Up on the Far Side of the Hill

I am a vain person. 

Ever since the awkwardness of puberty has passed, I have been pretty comfortable in my own skin, confident in my personal appearance, and if I’m honest, a little cocky. Historically, the camera loved me and I loved the camera in return. It’s not that I placed all of my self-worth in something as trivial as physical appearance, I had (and still have) a healthy appreciation for my intellect, personality, talent, etc. Not perfect by any means, just generally awesome. But ever so slowly, something has been changing. It’s been such an incremental change, that I almost didn’t notice it happening.

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Chanhassen Dinner Theatre

Did you know that the Twin Cities has a vibrant and thriving theater and live music scene? It is definitely a point of pride here in the Cities. From intimate, historic music venues to enormous modern playhouses, there is something to satisfy every taste. Thankfully, musical theater is a love Logan and I both share. In fact, we first ‘bonded’ over our shared love for Jesus Christ Superstar during a house party. We were the only two nerds watching a musical while everyone else was doing tequila shots.

I never turn down a dorky photo op!
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Under the Knife: A Lesson in Procrastination

Over the past year, I finally made a point to take care of some basic adulting that I’ve been putting off, and by adulting I mean doctor appointments. During the move to Minnesota, and the year of finding a home and planning a wedding, we had enough on our plate that it was easy to put off finding a doctor. Afterwards, I no longer had any excuse, so I set up a string of physicals, blood tests, scans and everything that I shouldn’t have put off for over a year. Because I was taking care of business, I decided to finally talk to a doctor about fixing an issue I’ve had on the back burner since high school: a twenty year old hernia.

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