Kindly point your rapture in the other direction

Well, It has now been the 22nd for two hours, and I haven't been swept up to heaven. Since I am pretty sure that I'm among the MOST RIGHTEOUS, we'll have to assume that the dude who said the rapture was going to happen was wrong again.

This is been declared the "Summer of Jason", and I am enjoying the relative lack of nothing to do. I spend my days reading, watching tv, eating junk food, or going to the gym. And working. But you know, just one job and no studies is no big deal.

Ans lastly, here is a nifty slide show found at the Royal Geography Society Website that you should check out. This makes me want to travel so much.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-13295855

Why?

That is the question I found my self asking as I pounded through thirteen miles of Provo last Saturday. Why? I don't love running. I am not a gifted runner. I never ran in high-school. In fact, I never ran until I started my mission, and in the MTC is the first place that I can ever recall for running for the fun of it. So why, with no prior experience, would I decide to up and run a half marathon? I don't know, but it was not a bad experience. I wish I would have used the bathroom beforehand, because I really needed to pee the whole time. And I wish that I hadn't carbo-loaded on Papa John's pizza the night before, because the sausages are just plain wicked for running. But in hindsight, it was pretty fun. I rubbed the skin off of my pinky toe the Tuesday before the run in preparation, but it behaved pretty well during the 1/2 Marathon. Gluch also ran, and it was good times. My time was 1 hour 59 minutes, and my goal was under 2 hours, so success for me. Here are a few pictures of the blessed event.
http://www.zazoosh.com/members/viewGallery/4498

I realized as I ran though that I'll never have the testicular fortitude to run a full marathon, that's just too much.