tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40522008783576500472024-03-18T21:11:57.419-06:00A Good LifeWords from Jimmy Hales about whatever.James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-85340402766727470842017-08-17T21:14:00.001-06:002017-08-17T21:44:25.030-06:00Finish the Paragraph I StartedI sent the following to my family:<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and...[please finish and email back to me :) ]</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times";">Here are there responses (And Jpeg & Comet are the names of one of my sister and bro-in-law's dogs just fyi.):</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b>The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and..</b>. </span><span style="color: black;"><i>Strapped one foot to the back of Jpeg and the other foot to the back of Comet and figured no one would notice her eight legged booster as she approached the starting line.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b>The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and...</b><i> </i></span><i>singing the national anthem in baby talk while eating Eggo waffles. </i></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b>The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and...</b></span> <i>opened up a suitcase and pulled out the world's most powerful, fast-acting performance enhancing drugs. </i></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b>The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and...</b> </span><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">decided to test the fire alarm that was so temptingly located in the hallway of the Air BnB home that we were all congregating in. Now, let me be clear here, when I say everyone was up for the race, keep in mind that this is about 2:30 am and awake is a relative term. It means that we are all just rolling out of bed with only a few hours of sleep and Jo thought it a hilarious way to help get Dallin his fat butt moving a little faster. What Jo failed to notice was that the alarm was connected to the sprinkler system. So, when she tripped it, not only was there an ear splitting siren, but cold water began to rain down over the entire house.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><i>They say that it only takes about 3 minutes for a fire engine to show up if you have a fire, and well, they were right in this case. The engine came rolling up with its lights on and siren blaring, adding to the chaos of noise and water, which was exacerbated by Christy yelling at the top of her voice to "shut off the alarm, you retards". Interestingly enough, 3 minutes is also roughly about the time it takes to soak an entire second floor enough that all of the drywall fell from the first floor ceiling, sadly crushing James. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><i>At this point, the ceiling falling in was only a minor issue, because everything was already basically ruined, except for the one last donut that had escaped saturation, but was quickly being smashed as Emily and Spencer were in an all-out brawl over it. Who knew that Emily could be so vicious? And by everything being ruined, I mean just the stuff in the house, like Ben's super fly new jazzercise spandex shorty shorts that were supposed to lend their awesomeness to a new PR in the race that day. And James was ok, he just flexed his man muscles and tore through the soggy drywall, which was no problem for him as there were a lot of firemen around by now.</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I assume that at this point you are thinking to yourself, ‘I bet Matt was eyeing that donut too’ and if you were, you would be right. But by now, Spencer has a broken nose, Emily has some hair ripped out and the donut is not what you would call desirable. But Matt being crafty as he is, caught wind of the donuts that were in the dashboard of the fire truck and is on about number 3 by the time that Jo is halfway through the basic first discussion with the firemen. Dallin and his oversized head seem to be fully awake by now and he is sipping monster on the sidelines while snapping selfies. I look over and see that Christy has found her shoes and watch and is on the street out front, warming up for the race. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><i>One other thing that became relevant at about this time was the smell of gas. Now, James says it was the falling debris and not this king kong exit that did it, but somehow the mainline gas pipe was broken during the commotion. Should not have been an issue, but then I remember that Jpeg has a sensitive nose and can only sleep with his favorite type of aroma therapy candles burning. Crazy how well they build those doggy cages these days, apparently they are completely waterproof.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><i>You would probably be surprised how large a fireball a 2400 square foot air bnb home came make when filled with gas and then lit off with a smelly good candle. Being about 2:39 am and the darkest part of the morning helps too. Lucky that the firemen were already here. Water is one thing, but fire is another and I look around to see that everyone is safe and ok. There is Spencer getting first aid on his nose and cracking jokes at the same time, James, just standing there flexing like anyone cares at this point. Matt, chilling, donuts, devoured. Dallin and his big nose is fawning over his wife, chocolate frosting only partially covering the satisfied smile on her face. Focused and ready, not to be deterred, Christy is stretching and still on schedule for 26 miles of torture. Jpeg must have roused in time to get out of his mobile doggy condo and is pooping the neighbor’s yard. Last, I see Jo. She is standing there, looking around with a half-smile on her face, and I can almost see the thought in her mind, “well, that was interesting”. I just smile to myself, I sure do love this family.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: sans-serif;"><b>The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and</b> </span></span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><i>decided to wear her clothes backwards and, during the race, scream as many random animal NAMES as possible. Christy’s contractions slowed her down. Ben’s old brain couldn’t remember how to run. “ARCTIC FOX!” said Jolie. James and Matt did the worm the entire race, but thereafter had shaved down all of their hard-earned muscles from road rash. “BOTTLENOSE DOLPHIN!!” exclaimed Jolie for no reason. Dallin and Emily ran ahead to get more pictures in front of Temples and were never seen again. Spencer’s afro-hair turned into tarantulas and attacked everyone giving him an advantage. “HOUSE CAT!!” Jolie says unexplainably. Jolie, because of her backwards clothes, has the worse rash Disneyland had ever seen! Frustrated, Jolie yells, “CRESTED PENGUIN!” Everyone concluded we were all crazy….awesome.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>The whole family was awake super early for the race. Jolie thought she'd keep things interesting and</b> </span><i>slightly changed her running outfit. As everyone was rubbing their eyes and cramming down caffeine to prepare for the race Jolie emerged dressed in her old Jesse costume from Disneyland that they let her keep for some reason...Inspired by her karizma Dallin began to prime now costumes for everyone based on their personality because of course amazon delivers at 2am in the morning. The costumes came remarkably fast allowing everyone to get into character. Jolie is spunky like Jesse the cowgirl, Spencer bounced around in his new Tigger costume, Dallin and Emily dressed up as Snow White and Prince Charming to uphold their lovey dovey reputation, James and Matt insisted on both being Maui from Moana so they could take turn drawing designs in sharpie all over their biceps and run shirtless, Christy ran as Jasmine pushing Little Bentley in a stroller dressed as Abu. Lastly, Ben decided to top things off by dressing in a Whinnie The Pooh costume to show off his masculinity and passion for Poo-h. This family event got the most memorable and bizzare pictures of the year.</i></span></div>
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-83134302353883753612017-02-19T20:41:00.000-07:002017-02-19T20:57:48.472-07:00Moving On and Into 2017My life currently:<br />
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I've been playing with a new fitness device.</div>
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Fitbits are stupid. Ok, maybe that's harsh. If you're a runner they're fun, but if you hit the gym, a Fitbit will tell you you've only taken 1,000 steps and will completely overlook your 3 hour workout.</div>
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My fun Mio Slice device is a heartbeat monitor. It's so insightful and fun!<br />
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With a Mio you want to maintain a Pai score of 100. Your score is a rolling sum of the past 7 days.<br />
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I exercise a lot so I've set a Pai score goal of 200. :)<br />
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After wearing the device it calculates your resting heart rate and your max heart rate. You're supposed to wear it when you sleep so it can track your sleeping. Though my max heart rate is higher than it says, but whatever.<br />
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Here's the data from four of my past few days. First of all, I wake up in the middle of the night to pee, so you can guess when that happens by looking at the interrupt in the sleep cycle(s).<br />
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The graph near the top of the columns shows an entire day. The spike shown each day is where my workout happens. You'll see other small spikes that occur when I go up stairs, walk for a long time, cleaning, dancing in my apartment, etc. etc.. The first column shows a day I went running and as you can see get's my heart going faster than days when I just workout at the gym.<br />
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Below you see the above workout graphs after zooming in.<br />
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Anywho, this is what else I've been up to.<br />
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Kelly Clarkson's version of It's Quiet Uptown from Hamilton is incredible, and incredibly sad. I'm super stoked for her upcoming soul album. You should listen to it.<br />
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Visiting my sister, brother in law, and cute nephew Bentley is a favorite thing to do. Here we are getting some ice cream in my fun little Mini Cooper.<br />
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I'm jumping on the 23andMe train and I'm super stoked. I can't wait to see what incites the service has to offer once my kit is finished being processed.<br />
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I don't run nearly as much as I used to, but since I have the Phoenix half marathon next week I've been running quite a bit. I'm excited for the race to be over so I can work on bulking my legs up. They pretty much look like runner's legs right now.<br />
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I love crab. Oh my goodness.<br />
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Finding new restaurants we've never been to in downtown Phoenix is a favorite thing to do. Here we are at SoSoBa eating ramen.<br />
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I love working out in the middle of downtown.<br />
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My work allows dogs, and it's the cutest thing. It seriously makes the work environment less robotic and rigid.<br />
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I took this one day after work. It was a good day.<br />
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-65533994393408342682016-08-06T13:55:00.000-06:002016-08-28T15:21:08.853-06:00My One Year Transformation (skinny to buff)I've always been the super skinny guy, like, "Whoa that guy is super skinny. Ewe." I didn't mind though, and I never hesitated to take my shirt off or anything. I was comfortable with who I was.<br />
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I was also a runner.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last race I ran before I began hitting the gym. Appropriately enough I placed 1st overall which was a thrill, especially since I knew I'd be getting slower with the weight I hoped to gain.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b>Skinny Runner</b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So skinny... and a horrible picture<br />
in every way.</td></tr>
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I've been running since I joined the track team in 7th grade at age 12. It was, and always has been, a great way for me to relax and release. It's therapy and I was addicted.<br />
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Buff guys aren't fast, but I really wanted to be a buff guy. I like buff guys. I was almost convinced it was impossible for me to gain, so if I tried and failed I'd still be fast right? So it was kinda win/lose situation no matter the outcome, so I thought I'd try it out just to see what would happen.<br />
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I was willing to become a slow runner. This was going to be both a huge sacrifice <i>and </i>commitment.<br />
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Since high school I've been telling myself "one day I'm going to get a personal trainer." Well, that day has come.<br />
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I was very skeptical that I could gain weight, especially considering how skinny my entire family is<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad, me, Sister Jolie, Bro-in-law Spencer, Mom, Sister Christy (pregnant in photo), Bro-in-law Ben (skinny brother Dallin not pictured)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b>First Day at the Gym</b></span><br />
One day after work I went into a nearby gym just because it was nearby my house (24 Hour Fitness at the time) walked in and essentially said "Take my money and make me buff".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day of going to the gym. I literally had no idea what to expect.</td></tr>
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I signed up for three one-hour session per week. It was not cheap, my goodness, but I knew this was a temporary service and an investment in myself (my goal was to have a trainer for one year).<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b>Which Shake do I Drink?</b></span><br />
I sat down with the head trainer <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/ryan-keefer-8331b3a2" target="_blank">Ryan Keefer</a> who was great and crazy fit. We talked caloric intake and he jotted some things down on a piece of paper. I looked around the gym and saw people using the weights and such and I was so incredibly intimidated my goodness. We figured out I needed to eat at least 3,500 calories a day. Crap. He suggested I begin counting every calorie, and so I did. I literally counted every calorie from there on out using the app MyFitnessPal which made it very easy to do.<br />
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After doing thorough research online, I decided on a shake to drink and have been a huge fan of it ever since:<br />
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Optimum Nutrition's Pro Gainer has been fantastic. I drink 3 shakes a day. Crazy? Yes. Has it yielded results? Yes.<br />
It tastes great and is 650 calories per shake.<br />
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Towards the beginning of my bulking journey here's a typical day's caloric intake:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'd usually eat breakfast with a shake. On this day I didn't for some reason.</td></tr>
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I have my entire food log, so if you're interested I can give that out. But just know it is nothing special. I simply ate calories, no matter what form. I made sure I got enough protein through drinking shakes as well. I ate like this for the first 6 months. After that I continued drinking those shakes but began eating cleaner.<br />
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And yes, I shamelessly eat out for just about every meal. Time is worth more than money.<br />
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My trainer's name was <a href="https://www.instagram.com/don_juan_thor/" target="_blank">John</a>, aka Thor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first personal Trainer John and me</td></tr>
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I was constantly full and hated food. Ughhhhhhhhh. I was a little concerned because of some stomach issues I've had in the past (and even still) that you can read about <a href="http://www.jimmyhales.com/2014/12/gallbladder-be-gone.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><b>Trainer Swap & Bye Bye 24-Hour Fitness</b></span><br />
I began going to bed early and waking up at 5:00 AM in order to work out before work on days I didn't meet with John. I absolutely loved it. It was a fantastic way to begin my day. I was surprised to see how many people were at the gym during those early hours and it was inspiring.<br />
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Three months into my journey my trainer John/Thor suddenly moved away for personal reasons. I was bummed, but the head coach Ryan called me up and told me who my new trainer was. It was Adrian.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My personal trainer, Adrian. He lost a Fantasy Football bet.</td></tr>
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I began making friends at the gym at this point. I got to know the other trainers at the gym because I saw them everyday. It was a great community to be part of.<br />
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Then one day I was working out by myself when Ryan approached me and looked very worried, "Hey did you you hear? LA Fitness is buying out every 24 Hour Fitness in Arizona."<br />
"Whoa... what does that mean?"<br />
"We don't know anything yet."<br />
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To make a long dramatic story short, LA Fitness essentially cut all the trainers' paychecks in half. Ryan sold his house and moved out of the state and all of the trainers left. It was very sad. There were several weeks where Adrian was in limbo, but I didn't want to lose him because he was absolutely stellar. I stayed with him even though for a few weeks we didn't have a place to train. We made do and he still trained me. He was resourceful.<br />
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Leaving 24 Hour Fitness was rough. I thought I'd give the place a try under the new management, but I was put off by some of the new employees and I've never been back to that location. It was a place where a lifelong dream of mine came to fruition, and so quickly it was behind me. It's sad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My last day at 24 Hour Fitness. It was a sad day.</td></tr>
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I never stopped working despite these obstacles.<br />
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Milestones were my favorite, especially during the first half of my journey since they tended to be pretty drastic:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first weigh-in was at 135 lbs. (not pictured)</td></tr>
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One of the most thrilling things was when those around me started commenting on my new appearance when they initially didn't know I had begun working out.<br />
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Then the day some buff guy at the gym asked me to spot him was the greatest day ever. He was like, "Hey bro, could I get you to spot me?" and I was like, "Yeah, that's cool" all tough like when inside I was jumping up and down like an excited unicorn. I was finally one of the guys.<br />
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Months 0 - 5:<br />
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6 Months side-by-side:<br />
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My growth was definitely logarithmic, er my weight gain eventually leveled off. I stopped taking my monthly photos after 6 months because I knew changes from here on out were going to be less drastic and the scale was less important now. Eating clean, body-fat percentage, and working the right muscle groups became the focus.<br />
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Essentially the way I worked out now was completely different from when I began working out because my body had changed so much. I still felt like a complete noob, but Adrian kept showing me all of these crazy things I had no I idea I could do.<br />
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Every time I had an injury, big or small, Adrian <i>always</i> knew what I should stop doing to avoid aggravating the injury further.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outgrowing clothes became the usual and I found myself buying clothes regularly. It's kinda expensive actually, but a great problem to have.</td></tr>
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I had no idea how therapeutic a personal trainer would be. I tell Adrian pretty much everything about my life even though doing so probably bores him to death. Simply talking about your life to someone is therapeutic per se, and he's making me buff too. Seriously though, stop seeing a therapist and get yourself a personal trainer.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;">New Training Gym</span></b><br />
So after I left 24 Hour Fitness where did Adrian and I end up?<br />
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We ended up at a local gym called Mint Body! I'm always down for adventure and I still had Adrian so I was down trying any place out.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mint-body.com/#!mb-team/c21f2" target="_blank">Here'a a link</a> to the other trainers at this location in Gilbert, AZ.<br />
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Mint Body isn't big like 24 Hour fitness, but they have what you need: weights and Adrian.<br />
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Here's a poorly Photoshopped photo with inconsistent lighting, but it allows you to compare me now from me a year ago:<br />
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These aren't really "before and after" photos, but rather "before and current" photos, and I'm only one year into this journey. Sure, working out has given me a better physique, but working out is therapy in itself, and I've found a new kind of confidence that I didn't have before.<br />
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I am so grateful for my physical health. My two legs get me where I need to go and my arms work as expected. I know I take my body for granted, but it's something I think about often and actively try to appreciate daily. I am so blessed.James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-41423409413133566492016-04-19T11:10:00.000-06:002016-04-19T11:10:16.491-06:00Back in Utah with Family<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Utah!</b></span><br />
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My social media hiatus is over, for now.<br />
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This weekend was my family's annual get-together in Utah for the Salt Lake City Marathon. It's a fun tradition for us because it's a reason to get together, it's affordable, it's productive, and we're all runners and so we love it, something I <i>totally</i> take for granted.<br />
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Friday afternoon/evening my siblings and I began arriving in Salt Lake for Saturday's race. I was feeling a bit under the weather but it was manageable.<br />
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Once in Utah we went to the race expo. For those who don't run, big races have an expo the day before a race where you pick up your bib (paper with your race number on it that you pin to yourself during the race), race shirt, and other fun goodies. You can also buy race attire and accessories, so it's pretty fun.<br />
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Jolie's flight got in later so she wasn't there for the expo part of the adventure.<br />
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After the expo we ran to the store to get some cheap sweats to throw off at the beginning of the race. For those who are unaware, at races where it's cold, runners will come to the race bundled up in cheap warm clothes and will later throw them off right before or during the race. Afterwards the clothes are collected and donated.<br />
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I woke up at 4:15 AM (3:15 AM AZ time, so yeah), took a shower, got dressed, bundled up, and headed to the race. Jolie was bundled up in some hoody she inherited from some service project, and a garbage bag. We wear garbage bags to reduce the wind chill and keep heat in. Jolie looked like a pumpkin.<br />
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We arrived in downtown Salt Lake and parked in the Wells Fargo building. We got lost in the parking garage and couldn't find an exit lol, and since we had a tram to catch -- stress.<br />
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Once freed from the parking garage we went to the wrong Trax station, and gun time was approaching, so... we ran, and -- stress.<br />
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We arrived at the top and instantly ran to the bathrooms because time was running out and and there's are always long lines for the porta potties. We ran to the furthest away porta potties (shorter lines) and then met up near the track to take our pre-race photo.<br />
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We took the same photo two years ago in the same spot. Dallin was on a mission, hence he's not in the photo.<br />
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I headed towards the starting line. Since I knew I wouldn't be as fast this year (I've put on 40 lbs) I stayed back a bit, but my sister Jolie and bro-in-law Ben went ahead of me. My sister Christy was somewhere near me, but I didn't see her.</div>
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The Salt Lake Marathon is interesting in that the gun goes off and you're instantly running up a steep hill lol! It's not too long, but the first mile has several steep hills, both up and down. Since it's the beginning of the race most runners tackle the hills swiftly only to kill their stamina later on in the race. I take them very slow. On the longer hills later in the course (mile 6) runners are always passing me at the beginning of the hill, but towards the end of the hill I'm passing them because they're dead.<br />
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Runners need to fuel up in our races. Many choose Gu, but I've never been a fan of it, though it's quick if you can stomach it and if you don't accidentally inhale it.</div>
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My choice of fuel are called Shot Bloks. I eat one just before gun time, and then one every even-numbered mile marker for the entire race. They're nice because you can bite one off, shove it in your cheek and slowly eat it. It's hard to not inhale it sometimes, but it's never been too big a problem for me.</div>
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The rest of the race was blissful (so was the entire thing really). The sun was out, but the air was cool. Perfect for running.</div>
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During the race I never saw my sister Jolie, nor did I see her as I ran past the finish line. Was she ahead of me or behind? Meh.<br />
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As I ran past the finish line I saw my mom, brother-in-law Ben, and cousin Keisha, but no sisters.</div>
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I ran past the finish line and proceeded to grab my medal and some snacks. I felt great! Then I heard my sister Christy's voice, "Hey James!" Christy was right behind me and I had no idea until then. She finished just 14 seconds behind me. Crazy. We made our way to where we saw our family cheering for us and we saw Jolie there. Apparently she was just a little bit ahead of Christy and me. We essentially ran the race right by each other yet were completely oblivious of the fact. I find that funny.</div>
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My brother Dallin hadn't trained <i>at all</i> for the race, so he was a little bit behind us. We watched as Dallin and my dad ran past the finish line. My sister Christy set a PR, which is awesome, especially since she ran way more conservatively than she can actually run.</div>
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The back's of our shirts have our nicknames at we give each other. My family calls me "Lands".<br />
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I love the post-race festivities, though this year there weren't and vendors. There was live music though, which was great, so we stuck around and listened to the music and danced a bit.</div>
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Afterwards we went to Chili's, but we forgot it was still early in the day despite having been awake for several hours, so Chili's wasn't open yet. We went to Paradise Bakery instead and it was fantastic.</div>
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We spent the night at my mom's house which was a lot of fun. She has this massage chair that we especially loved since we were sore from the race. Here's a picture I secretly took of my brother Dallin using the massage chair.</div>
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It was a pretty stellar weekend, and overall we felt good about the race. My family is amazing. </div>
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-80919081091334137622015-10-03T19:09:00.000-06:002015-10-03T19:15:17.960-06:00It's Been a While, But This is What I've Been Up To [top 10]I've written several blog posts over the past few months but never published them. The titles of them are:<br />
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<li>If I Posted to Social Media Everything in My Life -- It Might Be Like...</li>
<li>10 Things I Do Not Regret Doing</li>
<li>Gay Mormons: The Problem</li>
<li>Just a Really Good Day</li>
<li>Gay Mormon Chinese Pop Star (my experience)</li>
<li>Where Have I Been?</li>
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-10458167432936558162015-08-17T09:45:00.002-06:002015-08-17T09:45:34.508-06:00I'm Going to the ETTV Top Idol Finals! I Need Your Votes! (Jimmy Hales)Well, I honestly didn't think I would get this far, but here I am.<br />
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I could potentially win $10,000! That would be so awesome!<br />
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<br />James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-69021886351680613692015-08-03T09:13:00.000-06:002015-08-03T09:13:06.845-06:00Chinese TV Singing Competition -- I Need Your Votes! (Jimmy Hales)That's right, voting has begun and it can be done online! My sister laid out the instructions to vote on her blog:<br />
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-1417640920478539352015-07-13T07:15:00.002-06:002015-07-13T08:09:25.624-06:00I Met My Favorite YouTuber! -- Ended Up in a Televised Singing Competition. wut?Sooooooooo yeah. I happened to be in LA this weekend to be on a panel. A few days ago my favorite YouTuber Jason Chen mentioned there'd be a Meet & Greet on Saturday afternoon. I was so happy I'd finally get an opportunity to meet him!<br />
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Suddenly I found myself on a stage singing in front of some judges, one of them Jason, and after making it through two rounds I was set to sing again in a few weeks. My sister and I did not see this coming.<br />
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-50422735375380680292015-06-21T21:31:00.001-06:002015-08-11T14:47:41.050-06:00Coasting Into the Arizona SummerBlogging. Never have so many people had so much to say to hardly anyone.<br />
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I heard that before and it makes me laugh. However, if you're part of a community, blogging can be a lot of fun and people will actually read you posts.<br />
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I used to blog a lot for the gay Mormon community regarding my experience as a gay Mormon, but I'm taking a break from that for now for an unknown duration of time. For now I think of my blog posts more as a type of journal entry and a way to keep my family and friends informed on what's going on in my life on the surface.<br />
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I've always loved the violin. As a kid I saw Lord of the Dance, a Celtic dancing production of sorts. In it there is a sweet violin duet which got my attention of the violin. Well, I impulsively bought a violin online one day and signed up for lessons. I've had three lessons so far and love it. I practice so much.<br />
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Of course, having a full time job work is a huge part of my life. This month we're having a planking challenge. Everyday we're supposed to blank for a certain amount of time. Here's us doing it one day.<br />
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We also had a field day to celebrate one year of being in the new building. We also hired 100 college grads that same week, so it was kinda like a big party day.<br />
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Here's Maria, my fake girlfriend, getting dunked.<br />
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Maria is the cutest girl ever. She's so much fun and loves adventure.<br />
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Not too long ago none of my family lived in Arizona. Now my sister, brother and I live here. But now our fun cousin Brian joined us! He graduated from BYU and, like me, found a job down here. It's nice having family nearby.<br />
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Occasionally other family members visit us and so I'll spend the weekend with them at my Sister's place. My sister came into town and so I went to church with them. My sister Christy is ward organist.<br />
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I've always loved freshly squeezed juice. Just around the corner from my work and current residence is a wonderful juice bar, Raw Organic Juice Bar. It's sooooo yum! I go there a lot. They know my usual.<br />
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Going out to eat is a favorite. Sushi and crab tend to be the most frequented choices. This is the first restaurant that I've been to that served Monster. I was so happy. The restaurant is called Blue Wasabi. Their wasabi was blue.<br />
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We ordered way too much.<br />
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I went to the lake with friends Kent and Neil. Neil was visiting from out of state and it happened to be his birthday. It was actually the first time I had ever met him, but he's cool and we were instafriends.<br />
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Kent did a flip off the boat.<br />
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I've had a strange bug that has drained my energy for a few days. It's really weird actually. I'm nearing its end, but still it tends to make me extra tired at times.<br />
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Being sick is justification to order Chinese takeout and watch a horror movie all by myself. Something I absolutely love to do.<br />
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Well, my buddy Jordon is waiting on me to play Command and Conquer Red Alert with him right now, so I best be off.James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-77665744493616877462015-05-23T20:11:00.000-06:002015-05-24T00:33:46.124-06:00The Great Wall (of China) Half Marathon -- Arriving In China [part 1]I was so excited to go back to China! I was also excited to run a race, especially since it took place on the Great Wall of China. Having my family come along and see the country of the people I love was exciting in itself. So having all of these take place together was a bit euphoric.<br />
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And then there was the touring part of the trip. I'll admit, before arriving in China I was already dreading the buses and tours we had planned ahead. I general don't like touring, but I had already been to all of the places our tour would be taking us.<br />
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I guess I didn't realize how much fun it would be to see my siblings and their reactions to things that my mind had already digested. Seeing China through their eyes, even if I was stuck on a tour bus, ended up being a total blast and I absolutely loved the hilarious commentary coming from them.<br />
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I knew people were going to stare at us. :)<br />
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I was a bit concerned at the possibility of our hotel being less than par. I've stayed in some pretty dank hotels while in China, and this was my siblings' first time leaving the Western world, so I was relieved when our rooms ended up being really nice.<br />
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When exposed to Chinese culture my family was anything but an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ugly_American_%28pejorative%29" target="_blank">ugly American</a>, instead they were highly interested and amused by everything surrounding us. They loved it and that made me really happy.<br />
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I'll save race day for the next post, but here is Christy getting a massage just after the race. I love her face.<br />
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We have 400+ gigabytes of footage and photos, so sifting through all of them has been taking forever.<br />
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My sisters are also bloggers, with Jolie also creating some videos of our experience in China, so my motivation to blog isn't all that great. So here are the links to my sister's blogs.<br />
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<a href="http://thebuhrs.blogspot.com/2015/05/great-wall-marathon-inspection-day.html" target="_blank">Christy's first blog post about China (1 of <i>pending-amount</i>)</a><br />
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Now I don't have homework, and it's amazing.<br />
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And for those interested, I do vlog a bit for a different blog. Here's my latest video:<br />
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So what do I do with all of my time now that I'm not a student? I shall list a few activities:<br />
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<li><b>Write & record music - </b>I'm always writing music. It's my way of expressing myself. I'll write a song, record it, produce it, and then never let anyone hear it. It's probably for the better.</li>
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<li><b>Running</b> - I'm told it's good for you. I love running, but would I love it as much without the ability to listen to music? I hope I never find out. There have been a few instances where I've run without music, but these instances were short distances, never breaching 5 kilometers.<br /><br />Running is my time to think, vent, and motivate/inspire myself to act. Just being outside can do those things per se, and the variety of scenery is refreshing. </li>
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<li><b>Meeting people - </b>I've been utilizing meetup.com and it's pretty cool. I tend to "meet up" with running groups. There are some other groups that like to meet up at restaurants which is also fun.</li>
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<li><b>Make a game for Android and iOS - </b>Nozomi and I are back at it, we're going to finish our game. We're using a different framework this time (libGDX) which has greatly simplified the entire process and made our game more robust. This has been where most of my time has been invested as of late.<br /><br /><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nozomi and I made a 3D game for a project while we were attending BYU. We actually had a lot of fun with it and did more than was required just because we enjoyed the entire process so much. The game was very humble, but considering it was just one project during a fast tracked summer term I think we did alright lol!</span></span></li>
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Really, this past month was pretty uneventful and might be described as dull, which makes me think of this quote I discovered years ago:<br />
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I have had some time to stop, think, and reassess certain things in my life, and it's been a good thing.<br />
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Last weekend I was sick with a throat something or other. I didn't go running once, though I did stop by a certain LGBT Mormon conference put on by All Arizona. I arrived late and stayed for maybe 30 minutes. I didn't feel well at all, and knew that if I stayed I'd probably talk to a lot of people, so I went home and slept for the next two days.<br />
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As I mentioned I've been running again, and it's been amazing. Running is pretty much the highlight of my day.<br />
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Notice the nice ramping-up of miles? December was when my gallbladder was removed, so no running then. Thereafter I slowly eased back into running so as to avoid injury. Not running far is so hard for me to do. I'd run 100 miles everyday if my body let me.<br />
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Here's my running data for the year so far (data pulled from Garmin Connect):<br />
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Aside from my family, I know you (the reader) don't care about my running. You should try it! It will be terrible at first, but eventually you'll love it.<br />
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Well, I'm going to eat something, go for a nice Sunday walk, and then probably watch Toy Story or something. Have fun running :)James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-62507879021534138692015-04-05T20:48:00.002-06:002015-04-05T21:04:29.386-06:00A Weekend in Utah Spent Running Around Roller Coasters (Lagoon Half Marathon/10k)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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After a very very very frustrating Saturday evening that I'm not going to talk about because it will put it in a bad mood, Saturday morning came and my sister Jolie, my dad, and I made our way to the starting line. My mom and my step dad Jeff arrived and found a place on the trail so they could cheer us on.</div>
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Here I am on the trail part of the run. My mom took this picture.<br />
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Here I am running through the finish line. It's pretty cool running through the park and underneath a roller coaster! I have to wait for them to post the pictures taken inside of the park.<br />
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There was a bit of confusion at the finish line. Someone got lost, and therefore skipped part of the race, and ended up in "1st place", so that put me in 3rd place overall, so I received a trophy for 3rd place, when I really got 2nd place overall. Oh well. They have since corrected the mistake on the results webpage. The guy who placed first passed me around the 1/2 mile marker and remained in front of me. I caught up to him and he noticed and picked up the pace a little. I couldn't catch him. (You can see him in the one of the photos above before he passed me.)<br />
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Jolie got lost and ran 1/2 miles longer than she was supposed but still placed 2nd in her age group and 9th overall, though she would have placed in the top three if she wouldn't have been led astray. Regardless, running in the park was pretty fun.<br />
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Jolie ran with her GoPro as she is starting to review races and put such reviews on YouTube. I'm really excited to see her reviews.<br />
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After the race Jolie and I stayed and played at the park because runners can get a day pass for only $20. My mom and Jeff joined us and we had such a great time at the park. The weather was beautiful as well. We loved how peacocks would just roam around the park haha! It was very nostalgic too which was fun.<br />
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Here are some pics from our adventures inside the park.<br />
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I remember riding this ride with my family ever since I was old enough to remember. It's almost a science. Actually, it is. It's all physics and which way you lean and when. The sum of our weights ended up yielding and incredible g-force filled experience. We're also experienced "leaners".<br />
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It was also LDS General Conference weekend. At night I relaxes and watched/listen to the talks that aired earlier that day. It was a great way to end a great day spent exercising and being with family.James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-11220103684922305182015-03-23T09:45:00.001-06:002015-03-23T09:45:10.238-06:00Spring Awakening -- Sunshine, Running, HappyNaturally, I have been running a lot. Previously my stomach issues, which only occurred while running/exercising, have come and gone in waves, though they would never actually leave completely. The last three times I've gone running I haven't thrown up. I was a bit nauseated during those runs, but this is still progress... I think. Am I getting better? I sure hope I am.<br />
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Regardless, my average pace for my races have been less than 7 minutes a mile, so I'm competitive again, just not as fast as I could be. I think my stomach issues are settling down...???. *fingers crossed*<br />
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Here I am running the Froyo 5k in Mesa, AZ on March 7th. I placed 6th overall.<br />
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Here's my sister Christy and I are waiting for the race to begin. I ran with my GoPro.<br />
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My brother Dallin moved to Arizona! He just completed his mission, which was actually in Tuscon Arizona, but now he's back here to go to school.<br />
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Sometime this past week I hit up my favorite restaurant, Angry Crab Shack, with one of my favorite people, Kristen! The food was amazing and the conversation beautiful. Kristen is so easy to talk to. You can tell she really cares about you. Here is a swivel selfie. :)<br />
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Working for a car company we tend to have our own cars on site for us to oogle over and what not. This week we had GMC and Buick come visit. Buick has definitely changed their image, which is cool because I always thought of them as grandma cars. The GMCs were pretty sweet too, but I still really want a Chevy Colorado.<br />
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While playing with my GoPro I accidentally took a picture of myself. I think it's horrifying.<br />
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Yesterday I met up with my sibs at a place called Butterfield's Pancake House & Restaurant. It was waaaay yummy. I ate everything.<br />
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And another swivel selfie while at the restaurant.<br />
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Then that same day we decided to run a race haha! We seriously anticipated losing our lunch since the race started at 5:30 PM. It was a 4 mile race called the Shamrock 4 Miler. It was held in Scottsdale.<br />
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Here we are just a few minutes before the race!<br />
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The Nesquik rabbit made a cameo.<br />
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Here are my running stats from the race (I use a Garmin):<br />
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Here's a map of the race (the thin red line). It was basically an out and back along a canal, which is fun because I like running along side water.<br />
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Christy running over the finish line.<br />
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Well, that's pretty much what's been happening lately. New video next week but I still have no idea what it'll be. More running to come!James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-4935745011872608832015-03-04T22:36:00.002-07:002015-03-04T22:36:57.162-07:00And I'm Still Alive... or Somethin'<a href="http://thebuhrs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My sister</a> is always telling me to blog more about my life, so here I am. Ideally I would have worked on my latest song tonight, but I do need to catch up on American Idol, so it's on as I write this.<br />
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Also, I'll probably blog less here about my experience as a gay Mormon and more about my life and such. Instead I'll blog/vlog about gaaaayy <a href="http://ldslights.org/author/jimmyhales/" target="_blank">here</a>. Currently I've taken to vlogging.<br />
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So this past weekend my family was in town for the Phoenix Marathon, though we kept to the Half-marathon and 10k.<br />
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I ran the 10k. I became nauseous during the last 1.5 miles and it slowed me down, but I somehow managed to place 3rd in my age group.<br />
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Yes, I run with headphones on (as opposed to ear-buds), and my music sounds better than everyone else's.<br />
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My family just after the race.<br />
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Here's a pic of us after church on Sunday.<br />
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Woooow I so don't want to blog right now. Well, this is all you get for now.<br />
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Ba-ah-la-la-laJames Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-1319821338209092712015-01-11T17:17:00.000-07:002015-01-14T13:19:30.505-07:00A Look at My 2014 Life -- Jimmy Hales<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">January</span></b></div>
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Winding down my college career, I didn't have too heavy a schedule which allowed me to play a lot. Life was easy. I just had a few more hoops to jump through.<br />
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Dinner with friends was a regular part of life.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was Scott's birthday here (the guy sitting across from me). Jake was always bringing us to fun new places to dine. I miss all of these guys so much.</td></tr>
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A typical class I regularly found myself in.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of the last computer science classes I ever took. I miss the classes so much, just not the deadlines.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>February</b></span></div>
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Febrary wasn't much different from January, just more school, friends, and random adventures with random fun people.</div>
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I'm not sure why/how we decided to take my truck when we had four people together. Everyone else in this picture had a car with more seats than my truck. College.</div>
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These are some of my favorite LGBT BYU students I went to school with.<br />
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I locked my keys in the car for the first time in my life. Luckily BYU had a cheap service for students, so it only took 30 minutes out of my day as well as $20 out of my wallet.</div>
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March was a pretty social month for me. Again, not too different from the other months preceeding it. I was aware I would be leaving the state at this point, so I was trying to make the best of it. I think I did a good job.</div>
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I would get bored in class and take a panorama shot to spice things up. Here I am in a GE class (poetry) filled with freshmen girls. It was fun. I was like the older brother of the classroom.</div>
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Abby, the girl in this gif, was in the above shown class. She worked at a little shop on campus and I'd swing by and visit her because she's awesome.</div>
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More friends and stuff.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left: Chloe! I love her so much and miss her. Middle: Me and Carson Tueller Right: Roommate Chris and temporary roommate Jimmy. We went to the arcade this night to play oldschool games.</td></tr>
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This picture defines my senior year of college.
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>April</b></span></div>
The beginning of my gastroparesis. My stomach doesn't digest liquids well, so I usually just throw it up. It's been hard, and running has been difficult, but I'm slowly finding out ways to deal with it.<br />
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I did a trail run Ragnar! It was very spontaneous of me. My friend and I joined a team the day before.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zion's Ragnar ended up getting snowed out 18 hours into the race. I was totally sick with a cold and it was freezing, but it was a lot of fun and I got to spend some quality time with my dear friend Dillon.</td></tr>
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My family runs the Salt Lake City Half/Full-Marathon every year. Notice my brother Dallin isn't here. He was serving his mission in Tuscon, Arizona.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I set a new PR this time which was totally unexpected because of minor injuries I was having.</td></tr>
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Here I am in Hollywood California running the Hollywood Half-Marathon with my sister Jolie. She and I always have fun with the random races we run together.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love my random getaways to California to run a race with my sister. So therapeutic.</td></tr>
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Classes for winter semester also ended this month. I had one more class to take of my college career. I took it during the fast track spring semester. Almost done with school!<br />
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With the weather getting better, I found myself spending more time outside. Other than that, May wasn't too different from all of the other months before it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BYU is surrounded by so many beautiful hiking trails! No, hiking the Y is the dumbest hike on the planet. Hiking to the top of Y mountain, however, is fantastic.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I buddy Evan (blue shirt) and I began recruiting people to go play Dance Dance Revolution with us at a local arcade. I will never get sick of that game.</td></tr>
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I graduated! Below is I picture I took on BYU's campus just a minute after I walked out of taking my last final. The feeling was incredible. After I took this picture I put on my headphones and blasted my favorite tunes (mostly Kelly Clarkson) and walked all around campus, inside and outside of the buildings, remember the many many memories of what took place there. That's 6 years of my life on that campus.</div>
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Jake would often pitch the idea of doing a campfire up in the mountains.<br />
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Here's my running buddy Briggs and me at a local water park sporting our sweet Salt Lake marathon shirts.<br />
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Since I already had my job lined up, I went to Phoenix where my sister and brother-in-law live to find myself some housing for when I moved down here. I always enjoy spending time with these two.<br />
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I spent a weekend with my mom and step-dad Jeff up at Sundance at a big family reunion thing. It was kind of my last time I could spend time with my mom before I left the state.<br />
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I moved to Arizona! The drive down was crazy slow because of the huge trailer and my weak as truck. It took me 18 hours to arrive in phoenix. I stopped at 1:00 am in St. George, Utah to take a two hour nap, but other than that I was driving. I listened to Linkin Park the entire drive.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right after I took this picture I went into Carl's Jr., exept they literally locked the doors to close for the day as I was walking towards it. Booo. At least I got a nice picture.</td></tr>
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Bam! I was suddenly back in Utah to attend my sister's wedding. Here we are at the wedding luncheon. It happened to be the exact restaurant where I came out to my mom.<br />
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My first day at work as a big boy! I had no idea what to expect.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They gave us a model Corvette on the first day. I have always loved cars.</td></tr>
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It was time to jump start my social life. I quickly discovered that the majority of single Mormons in this area grew up here and mostly live at home. Thus, they already had esteablished long-term friendships and aren't particularly quick to invite in an outsider. This wasn't helpful. In the end, my friends are mostly from work and CrossFit.<br />
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A new Corvette Stingray sitting happily at my work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We occasionally have cool GM cars at the office.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christy and Ben got me going to CrossFit and I love it. My buddy Jesús (standing next to me) who I work with also goes to CrossFit with me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hopped on a bus filled with complete strangers and spent a weekend with them in San Diego. We drove there overnight both ways. It was a lot of fun.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>September</b></span></div>
Now that I had moved on from college and started getting into the groove of my new life, things began getting interesting again.<br />
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This month the first grandchild in my family was born. My nephew Bentley Buhr is the cutest thing ever!<br />
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It was this month I had an endoscopy done in attempt to find out what's wrong with me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>October</b></span></div>
The weather began to be less hot, but it was still hot. Perfect, actually.<br />
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This month I participated in a walk against cancer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking the tram from the free parking lot to Tempe Town Lake. I met up with several coworkers from GM.</td></tr>
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CrossFit was keeping me fit. I still have to deal with my vomiting, which is affecting my performance at CrossFit. I really can't complain though. I'm grateful I can participate at all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria, me, and Jesús at CrossFit</td></tr>
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At work a small group of us decided to be a keyboard. I was the letter "J".</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">November</span></b></div>
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Here I am with some CrossFit friends cheering on the three guys in the middle (from my gym) at a CrossFit competition. Competing is something I would LOVE to take part in, buuuut unless it's running I pretty much have no chance haha.</div>
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Then in November I joined a Ragnar team. I only knew one person on the team, but there ended being a few people on the team (those who were in my van) who I grew to love very quickly. It was a lot of fun and I really want to do it again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My team's name was "Hot n' Sweaty" (like Hot n' Ready).</td></tr>
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My gallbladder starting attacking me, but luckily surgery was already scheduled. Sadly, I'm still vomiting, but at least I can work out again. Previously, if my body bent a certain way then my gallbladder would give me stabbing pain.</div>
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My nephew Bentley was blessed over Christmas break an this photo was taken just seconds after the blessing ended. He is soo cute!<br />
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Then my family has this tradition where we make ginger break houses together at Christmas time. I actually made a short video (timelapse) of us making them which can be scene <a href="http://youtu.be/y3Wyx6Kemrk" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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2014 was a great year filled with friends and transition. I never know where life is taking me, but I know I'll be staying put here in Arizona for a little while. It's time to ground myself and establish some relationships.</div>
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I have no idea what 2015 is going to bring. This excites me.</div>
James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-71497704582831717992014-12-14T19:32:00.001-07:002014-12-14T19:32:46.694-07:00Gallbladder be Gone<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mid race at the Disney 10k</td></tr>
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The crowd was very large on the side lines. I ran through them as well as some Disney characters waiting for fellow runners to stop and have their pictures taken with them. Where I stood in the Disney 10k, runners tended to be more competitive, so nobody was stopping for the photo opportunities. Running through the Disney park I began rounding the Tower of Terror attraction when suddenly, "bleeeeeehhhhhhh". I puked in front of the many happy spectators. It was funny.<br />
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That was the beginning of my gallbladder issues. This took place just over a year ago.</div>
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I took a few months off from running because of school. Still, I ran lightly; maybe 4 miles a week. When Spring began rolling in I started training for the annual Salt Lake Half-Marathon my family runs every year. It was then I noticed that on runs where I'd push myself I would always throw up along the way. I shrugged it off, but it seemed to be getting worse.</div>
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Soon enough I couldn't hold my food down, even if I were peacefully sitting down totally relaxed. I tried to figure out the cause, carefully examining my diet and activities prior to feeling nauseous. I couldn't find any correlation. Nothing. I even gave up Monster for a month to see if that was causing it.</div>
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Thanks to me, a CrossFit coach added rule #9 as seen here:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In my defense, I only messed up the bathroom once. Every other time I did barf outside.</td></tr>
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Finally, after a year of constant increase of discomfort, I went to the doctor's in August (2014). They told me to stop drinking alcohol and to come back in a month. I told them I don't drink and they scratched there heads. Thus began my many visits to the various doctors who scratched their heads because I'm a young and healthy dude who doesn't have typical symptoms of a faulty gallbladder.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taken after the Gastric Emptying test.</td></tr>
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During these past few months I gave lots of blood, did an ultrasound, had an endoscopy done, ate radioactive food and watched my body digest it which showed my body didn't digest liquids normally, and went through the slightly painful HIDA scan which is where they discovered my gallbladder wasn't working correctly. Hooray, we found a problem!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am giving blood (top left & bottom right), getting a HIDA scan (bottom left), and finishing up an endoscopy (top right).</td></tr>
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As time went on I began getting sharp stabbing pains where my gallbladder is. Fortunately a date was set by this point to get my gallbladder out, so I just had to wait.</div>
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I have officially given up running and Crossfit. Music was also on hold because my voice was almost always gone from all the vomiting. Basically, I've had more time on my hands these past few months than I'd like. It was a bit rough.</div>
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I had a few days where I couldn't go into the office and had to work from home. But finally the day has come!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend Jesus took me to the hospital. He also picked me up post-op.</td></tr>
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After being dropped off I filled out a bunch of paper work and then had to change out of my clothes. The gown they gave me was way too big and it didn't close in the back. No shame. I mooned everyone.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just before surgery.</td></tr>
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Before I knew it was lying in my bed waiting for surgery to begin. A nurse came by and gave me my I.V. which I absolutely hated. It doesn't matter how many times I get stuck, I freak out every time. As I was being wheeled into the operating room, I told the team I was going to fight the anesthesia and stay awake. They chuckled. And that's all I remember.<br />
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I woke up in the recovery room in pain because I told them I don't like the drugs, so they didn't give me that much of them. Oops. They quickly gave me some more. I looked down and noticed they shaved my happy trail.<br />
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Then the nurse was like, "OK, it's time to change back into your clothes." and she immediately flips my gown off me. I was totally exposed. Just chillin' there, naked for everyone to see. 'Well this is fun.' I thought as I proceeded to sit up. The nurse offered to help me put my pants on. I said I'd try to do it but that she could put my shoes on for me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just after surgery -- in recovery.</td></tr>
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After the strip show they put me on a wheel chair to where I was wheeled outside into Jesus' car. He took me to my apartment where I waited for my sister to pick me up and take me to her place. I chilled at their place for two days as they nursed me back to health. They took care of me and I just lazed around reading my book or watching movies. It was quite nice.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The four incisions made to remove my gallbladder. I'm pretty swollen here.</td></tr>
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I'm really excited to recover and try out my body without a defective gallbladder. But for now it hurts to bend over and sometimes breath. Laughing kinda hurts too, so along with the painkillers I'm on I'm kind of a zombie at the moment. A hungry zombie.<br />
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[I wrote this while on painkillers, so please excuse any slurred sentences and what not.]</div>
James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-75681541864619929612014-11-19T17:06:00.001-07:002014-11-19T17:06:58.061-07:00Between Us We Ran 189 Miles in 24-Hours #RagnarOn Thursday I hopped in my car and drove to Vegas.<br />
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As a team we rented a house in Vegas. The rest of my team was driving there from Utah, and I just so happened to pull into the driveway at the same time as another car full of teammates. I didn't know any of them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house we stayed in.</td></tr>
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After quickly unloading our vehicles the stranger teammates wanted to go to the Las Vegas strip. I have been to the strip more than enough times, but sitting at the house alone sounded boring. Off to the strip we go!<br />
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"Hey Jimmy."<br />
"What?"<br />
"Bow if you're gay!"<br />
The guy slams of the breaks causing me to bow forward.<br />
"Actually, I am gay." I responded as I proceeded to watch him squirm around in awkwardness trying to find the right words to redeem himself. I then called him a "bro" to his face and continued calling him that for the rest of the trip.<br />
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For the record, the guy was pretty cool and actually did a pretty good job and redeeming himself and showing he has nothing against gay people. Still, I was going to milk this for all it's worth and bring it up time and time again throughout the race. It was good fun :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New York or New York New York?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waling around the Las Vegas strip.</td></tr>
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After walking around and watching people gamble, we went back to the house only to discover the other caravans had arrived while we were gone. My friend Greg was among them; the only person I previously knew on our team. We had a big day ahead, so I went to bed.<br />
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Setting off to begin the race! With a team of size 12, we split into 2 vehicles. This was the car I was in. To be honest, I didn't really get to know the others in the other vehicle.<br />
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We drove up into the mountains and saw snow! Snow? Nevada? It was around 90 degrees where our house was, so seeing snow was kinda weird.<br />
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Heather was our first runner. She ran off into the mountain and we scurried into the van so we could drive a few miles ahead of her and cheer her on as she passed us. We stopped the car and waited for her to run by. We were so excited! She began passing us when suddenly she stopped and started puking. *silence overcame us*. She did her puke thing, drank some water, then ran on her merry way. It was so awkward at the time, but we look back now and laugh hysterically at the event. Seriously the BEST way to have begun the race lol! We joked about it non-stop the entire trip and even still. The following drawing became our team flag when we hit up Chili's later that day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I drew this of us watching Heather puking.</td></tr>
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Heather also liked saying, "Wabam!" And so for the rest of the trip we kept saying, "Wableeeehhhhh" lol! Oh man, it never got old hahaha!!<br />
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I was our second runner and began running at 1:57 PM. My first leg was 4.77 miles and very downhill. My shins killed after. My average pace was 5:53. It was a pretty plain part of the mountain, though I was surrounded by Joshua trees which I thought was really cool because I'm not used to those trees.<br />
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My second leg was 6.64 miles long and began at 12:52 AM. There were some uphill parts and I was saving energy for my last run, so my average pace was 7:22. It was located in the middle of the desert and the moon was full and beautiful! I had a headlamp which allowed me to see the road in front of me, but other than that I could only see the silhouettes of the surrounding rock structures in the moonlight. It was such in incredible experience! Wow, the atmosphere as well as the music I was listening to made for such an incredible run. I said a prayer of gratitude mid run for having a body that allows me to run like I was.<br />
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My third leg was during the late morning, but it was sunny and hot. It was 6.97 miles long and my average pace was 8:11. The graph below doesn't show how difficult it was. Everything after the fourth mile was at least as steep as a standard staircase, but constantly up and down. The downhill parts were difficult because I was trying not to fall on my face. It was hot and was one of the few times I've ever anticipated the end of a run.<br />
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Between my van's legs we would go back to the house to take a nap and eat. But while my van was still running we would drive ahead of the current runner so we could cheer them on, like we did Heather earlier. Each leg has a sign on the trail somewhere telling you that you're on your last mile. Here I am waiting for our runner Kim to run by.<br />
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Eventually it came time for our last runner to finish the entire race. We met up at a Casino in Vegas where a huge party awaited us. I purchased a Ragnar jacket. Once our final runner came in we took a photo and celebrated.<br />
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We eventually made it back to the house where we all went to bed because we were beat and none of us could walk normally. It was hilarious.<br />
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The next morning I woke up and drove home. But crazy thing, my order number at McDonald's was our team number that was on our bibs! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!<br />
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Wableeeehhhh!James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-33770924050432284002014-11-10T07:30:00.002-07:002014-11-10T07:30:41.726-07:00Glorious by David Archuleta (Jimmy Hales cover)<br />
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I get an email from my mission president's wife:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.7999992370605px;">Hey, did you see the invitation by David Archuleta to submit your version of the song Glorious from meet the Mormons? I think you should submit one!! I love hearing you sing!</span></blockquote>
I had a busy weekend in front of me and there was no way.<br />
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Then the deadline to submit a cover got extended a week. I had Tuesday off of work but ended up spending it at the doctor's office for a HIDA scan. This, as well as a combination of fasting for the appointment and delaying my meds some, I wasn't feeling well for the rest of the day. I found myself trapped inside of my apartment for the rest of the day. Then I remembered the invitation(s) to cover the song and decided I would in order to help pass the time.<br />
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David Archuleta has great vocal control and makes singing his songs sound so easy. I had sung this song, "Glorious", a number of times in the car, but now that I was standing in front of a mic I was suddenly humbled. Needless to say, I spent some time practicing it before hitting record. I almost gave up twice.<br />
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In the end, I was OK with what I was able to record. It's for a great cause anyways and am glad I can contribute in any way. I kinda think of recording this song as a free vocal lesson from David. I know my version is pretty similar to his and I wish I could have made it my own a bit more, but I'm still new to this and time was limited.<br />
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Covering this song ended up being a really fun experience and the feedback I've received has been more than motivating to continue making music. So thanks everybody for your kind and motivating words! They're very encouraging! I sure do enjoy this hobby of making music. :)<br />
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<br />James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-92010351518937735522014-11-01T09:19:00.000-06:002014-11-02T19:08:47.795-07:00Wearing Shorts in November<div style="text-align: center;">
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Blogging used to have such an appeal to me. Any free moment I had between assignments I would jump on the computer and blog in order to relax and keep loved ones informed on how I'm doing.<br />
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Now it feels kinda like a chore.<br />
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They discovered I'm not digesting liquids normally.<br />
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I'm now on some meds that might be working, which worries me because the side effects are ridiculous and are making me tired and dizzy. During yesterday's run I didn't throw up. I'm not sure if I should be happy or not.<br />
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But first I took a selfie.<br />
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I intended on running the walk, but I enjoyed the company of Victoria (cute girl in picture) and ended up walking and talking with her during the entire 3+ mile walk. It was a beautiful morning and the<br />
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Here are some other members from our GM team.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Staying Fit</span></div>
Despite my minor medical issues, I have been able to do some running. While my pace isn't anything as competitive as it normally is, I've been placing top 3 at some races which has been a lot of fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I placed 2nd in my age group at the Oktober Fest 10K. They served beer at the finish line. Needless to say, I didn't have any.</td></tr>
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Then at this 5K I placed 3rd overall. It took place at a fun place called <a href="http://rawhide.com/">Rawhide</a> right here in Chandler.<br />
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I've been getting heavily involved at CrossFit. I won't talk about it much, but I sure do love the workouts and the friends I'm making there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had a Halloween party at CrossFit.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria and Jesus also work at GM, so we've become pretty good friends.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On this day we took turns pushing a sled on the asphalt. Everyone's legs were killing afterwards.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One month photo. You <i>might </i>be allowed to see this later.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Halloween!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A General Motors idea of a Halloween costume haha! I'm the letter "J" :)</td></tr>
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At work we've been pretty festive for Halloween. We've set up various "haunted houses" because we had the employee's children come and go trick-or-treating throughout the building at each cubicle. Seriously the best deal for the kids. The candy to walking ratio is ridiculously high.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pokemon world.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Notice my awesome dinosaur tail I'm sporting? It was a hit and everyone loved it. Thanks to my best friend's wife (who is also my friend) Rachel for making it for me!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Diwali</span></div>
We also recently celebrated Diwali. It was like an episode from The Office, only a lot more legit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was a fun program those from India put on for us. It included singing, dancing, and a type of fashion show.</td></tr>
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They also served us some really yummy Indian food.<br />
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<br />James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-15875746764955092002014-08-10T12:31:00.000-06:002014-08-10T12:31:04.770-06:00It's Been a Month Away from Happy ValleyI've been here a month? Already? Time has flown by! I love adventure, and even though I've lived abroad for three years of my life (my LDS mission in Australia & studying/interning in China) the fact that I've moved here permanently makes things a bit more exciting.<div>
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<li>Vacuums are expensive and I don't want to buy one.</li>
<li>I need puppies. Seriously though, coming home to two little cute doggies sounds amazing.</li>
<li>I LOVE having my own place. I can record and mix music whenever I want. Not to mention the clothes I <i>don't</i> have to wear while lounging around.</li>
<li>Ambition plays a huge part in how exciting one's life is.</li>
<li>Mail is not exciting.</li>
<li>Quiznos Delivers.</li>
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<li>The heat! Cruising around at night with the windows/top down with friends is amazing because it's warm! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!! I'm a little bitter at all the years I've spent freezing my butt off. Here, most ward activities are water related but don't start until after the sun goes down. It's beautiful.</li>
<li>Geckos are cool and really fast. They like to run across my path while I'm running and sometimes they startle me.</li>
<li>Bahama Bucks. I can't describe this place properly. Some might say it's a snow cone place, but I don't like snow cones, but I love this place. If you come down this way you'll have to go there and find out how amazing the place is yourself. I will take you.</li>
<li>Every restaurant you can imagine is here.</li>
<li>My sister and bro-in-law and my dog. It's fun doing stuff with them. I hope my brother joins us after his mission.</li>
<li>Huge outdoor shopping malls! Not to mention the live bands that often play outside of them. The warm weather is very inviting and encourages people to be outside at night, which I love.</li>
<li>Not being surrounded by Mormons. It makes missionary work easier. Don't get me wrong, I love Mormons.</li>
<li>The monsoons. They're really cool looking and very powerful. During my first experience in a monsoon a tree fell on my truck.</li>
<li>Crossfit! I know Crossfit isn't just in Arizona, but I didn't start doing it until I moved here. Man, it kicks my butt and I'm crazy sore all the time. I went four times that past week, so I'm pretty beat. My coach is a huge dude who's name is Bear.</li>
<li>Being free after work! I cannot express, in words, how utterly fantastic it is not having homework. The work I do actually counts for something! This gives me a feeling of accomplishment and removes the stresses homework <strike>brings </strike>brought.</li>
<li>Setting the thermostat somewhere between 80°F - 85°F. Being constantly cold while indoors is the best way to hinder my mood and productivity. I'm always colder than the average person, but now <b>I </b>get to control the temperature mwahahahaha!</li>
<li>Sundays. I'm at a place where it's abnormal to keep the Sabbath day holy. Setting everything aside and focusing on what really matters, my very reason for existence, is refreshing and motivating.</li>
<li>Palm trees, even though they're totally imported. I also like the cacti here.</li>
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<li>Cockroaches. My <b>very first </b>night in Arizona I went to sleep and woke up the next morning because there was a cockroach on my leg. Um, no. A few days later I saw another one in my kitchen, only this time I had bug spray. I haven't seen any since. Beginners luck perhaps?</li>
<li>The tap water is distinguishing. I avoid drinking it at all costs.</li>
<li>Haboobs. This is a giant sand storm which looks really cool, but makes everything covered in sand. I noticed sand in my apartment even. Not to mention the haboob that shut down the airport and delayed my flight to Utah for my sister's wedding. It was scheduled to leave at 8:00 pm. We took off at 2:00 am. I arrived at my mom's place at 6:00 am. The wedding was at 10:00 am. I was very tired.</li>
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Here are a few pictures of some of my adventures I've mentioned above:</div>
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Here are some pictures of the same haboob. I got these from a <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2179556/Enormous-haboob-dust-cloud-2-000-feet-tall-covers-city-Phoenix-cuts-power-9-000-homes.html">news website</a>. The news headline reads,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This was my first day of Crossfit! Here I am with my sister, bro-in-law, and friend from work, Jesus.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Eating dinner at the Scottsdale Quarter with Christy and Ben. We just got done seeing Guardians of the Galaxy, which I really liked. It stars Chris Pratt who is my ultimate Hollywood crush.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My buddy Tyrell came to visit me for a few days. He's from Utah.</span></td></tr>
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I've been liking my fortune cookies as of late.<br />
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-13350419373866340692014-07-12T16:56:00.000-06:002014-07-12T19:19:43.923-06:00I Moved to Arizona!Goodness. This past week was intense. Packing. Moving. Unpacking Shopping. Assembling. Prepping. Meeting new people-ing.<br />
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It all began as I packed up my stuff back in Provo, Utah. Select people of Provo were a little unkind to me that last day and wouldn't let me park my truck and trailer in order to allow me to load my stuff into them. I was initially planning to leave Friday night around midnight (night of July 4th), but because I was sooo done with Provo, I left around 7:00 pm just to hasten my escape from the doldrums.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A small fraction of the many farewells that were said.</td></tr>
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It wasn't until my room was completely cleared out did things really sink it. It was then I became excited, and even more anxious to leave. Though I didn't have any concrete travel plans, I still just wanted to get on my way. I guess all of my solo traveling in China has taught me to "just go" and enjoy the adventure ahead, whatever it may be.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Standing in my empty room at Timpanogos Gateway apartments, the last of my college apartments.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As a result of time complexities and parking difficulties, my stuff sat in my front room for a day or two. Luckily my roommates were pretty cool with everything.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally, after 5 1/2 years of BYU I was finally leaving Provo, for good! I spent a fair amount of time during the previous two weeks driving around, reflecting of all the things that had happened while attending BYU. I could write a book about it all. Oh wait, I am.</td></tr>
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After two hours of driving, I stopped for dinner at Fillmore. That Carl's Jr. Closed at 9:00, so after I took this picture I ate at a nearby Burger King. While ordering my food everybody stared at me like I was some kind of exotic outsider.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taken in <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/38%C2%B059'34.0%22N+112%C2%B019'29.0%22W/@38.9934433,-112.3242633,309m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m2!3m1!1s0x0:0x0">Fillmore</a> at 9:00 p.m. #nofilter</td></tr>
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At around midnight I was pretty tired. I pulled over in Cedar City and checked into a Hotel 6. The lady at the front desk was very nice. I got into my room, set my alarm for 2:00 a.m., and took a nap. At 2:00 a.m. I was awake and back on the road. I listened to Linkin Park over half of my total drive.<br />
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I've had gallbladder issues lately and pulled over a few times to vomit (I tried to hold it back because throwing up kills my voice.) I puked while passing through Las Vegas, but other than that I kept it down. Pleasant, I know.<br />
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<i>Hours of sun flower seeds, Linkin Park, driving, beautiful scenery, and a very slow mph.</i></div>
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I pulled up to my Arizona apartment just after noon on Saturday, the 5th of July. I was beat. Time to unload the trailer! My sister Christy and bro-in-law Ben came and helped me unload everything in my apartment (They live in Phoenix.) It was hot, and I loved it. Both my mom and dad gave me some of their older/unused furniture for my place, so I actually had a chair to sit on and a bed to sleep on. I am very grateful to have them (both my parents and the furniture.)<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ben & Christy took me to a place called Bahama Buck's. I can't describe it. Other's might say "It's a snow cone place that's really good! The ice they use is the best!" But even that doesn't do it justice. You simply have to try it yourself to find out how amazing it is. I don't like snow cones, but I absolutely loved what I had there.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating snow cones at Bahama Buck's!</td></tr>
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Saturday morning, after my first night's sleep in Arizona, I woke up because there was a cockroach on my leg. Goooooooodness.<br />
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<i></i>Moved in. Now what? I had an entire week until I started my new job. Well, I had a lot to do, so I got to work. Though I didn't get internet until Wednesday. It was seriously the most horrible thing ever.<br />
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I went to church, but was on the verge of puking, so I kept to myself. I was a bit bummed about that. Though I went to FHE and Institute later in the week where I made some new friends.<br />
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I went to IKEA! I really enjoyed going there. It was fun to dream and look at all of the really nice expensive stuff. I am still on a student budget, so I only purchased necessities, and cheap ones at that. Regardless, it was a very expensive week for me. Assembling all of it took all week. But at least it gave me something to do.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I brought all this home and set it up, all by myself. :)</td></tr>
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I finally live in a warm/hot place that has palm trees! I love them! My mom still says she misses palm trees (she lives in Utah but grew up in L.A.). There are so many shops and places to eat here. Freeways run all over the place and the giant malls are filled with people. I live by a really big mall that has a lot of really cool stores in it.<br />
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I got a haircut and the girl cutting my hair was like, "So, do you go to a singles ward?" I immediately thought, 'I thought I put Provo behind me...' Anyways, there are still TONS of Mormons around here, which I like.<br />
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The warm weather invites people to be outside at night. The night life here seems to be the busiest time of day. Walking down the sidewalk you pass groups and groups of people eating outside on a patios of restaurants. I absolutely love it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Palm trees!!!!</td></tr>
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One night I went to a park with some new friends. We climbed up into a tree and chilled there for a while. There must have been 8+ people in the tree at one point.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chillin in a tree with Taylor, Robby, and some others.</td></tr>
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Then I asked a girl to get cheesecake with me late one night. She's really cool. By this time we were already Facebook friends, and since all of my public Facebook posts are generally somehow related to me being a gay Mormon, I assumed she already knew I was gay. She didn't. Oops. I came out to her while eating cheesecake and goodness, I forgot how much I hate doing that! She's totally chill with it, just like everyone else.</div>
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I love coming out to groups of people at a time, but coming out to an individual is so much different. It was a good reminder for me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two cheesecakes and Taylor.</td></tr>
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Then I went and did lazer tag with a group of friends. I totally sucked at it. Like what?! In fact, the group I went with tended to be at the bottom of the rankings. It only brought us closer together, or something like that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to go shoot some people! Or, get shot by people rather.</td></tr>
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A lot has happened in a week, but it's been a great week. I am extremely excited for my new life down here and can't wait to get more settled. I plan on joining Cross Fit. My new job starts on Monday which I am very excited for. I have no idea what's in store there, which is pretty exciting per se.</div>
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James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-91510234728875412892014-06-22T15:12:00.001-06:002014-06-22T15:12:28.659-06:00I've Graduated!!!<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Observe, my victory pose:</span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I walked out of the testing center after taking my last final, ever! During my victory march when leaving the testing center, I decided to walk along the beautiful vegetated trail on the south side of campus. I took this photo there, despite the small group of people standing nearby staring at me. (June 18, 2014)</td></tr>
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I have officially graduated from Brigham Young University with a B.S. in Computer Science and an Associates in Management. My first semester was Winter, 2009, totaling about 5 1/2 years of studying.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me just before going in to take my last final.</td></tr>
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After leaving the testing center one last time, I decided I would walk around in order to reflect the countless emotions I've felt at various parts of campus. While doing so, I walked through my favorite part of campus, the trail on the south part of campus which is filled with beautiful vegetation (see victory pose photo).<br />
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There are very few people on this trail at any given time. I used to spend a lot of time walking here during school. Whether I just needed time to unwind, time to see the sun, a moment to prepare for a test, a quick stroll to relax after a test, or just a casual walk to celebrate turning in a big project, this trail was always there for me.<br />
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So what's next? I have a job and start pretty soon. I'm pretty excited about this next chapter of my life.James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-81648371549725306472014-06-08T21:39:00.000-06:002014-06-08T21:49:57.585-06:00Free TimeI'm taking one class this term. My last class of my undergrad career. Music 202. Beethoven was the man.<br />
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My class is held but twice a week and I have little to no homework. Thus I have a lot of free time. What do I do with that free time? I shall tell you.<br />
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Now here's a short song some friends and I made on the spot. We were just goofing around and having fun. Each of us only did one take in front of the mic, hence its random lyrics, harmonies, and rhythms.</ol>
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Now here is the song I released this past week on my YouTube channel. It's a song I've loved since high school. I wrote a brief blog about it <a href="http://jimmyleehales.blogspot.com/2014/06/will-i-songvideo-another-song-thats.html">here</a>.
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<ol><span style="font-size: x-large;">I've been making a Mormon themed game for Android with my best buddy Nozomi.</span></ol>
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After we took the bottom picture you see here, a raccoon came and took the entire bag of hot dog buns we had on our table. My phone/camera was still propped up on the table at the time, but I really wanted to video the little dude! I slowly crept towards the table/raccoon to get my phone, but it quickly grabbed what it wanted and ran away. It would have been a hilarious video.</div>
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I remember the first time I heard this song. One day during my high school years I was sitting on a couch at my mom's house watching a movie that featured this song. My buddy Colten was on the couch next to me. After the song finished I said out loud, "That was amazing." To which Colten responded, "Yeah it was."</div>
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As I was living in my confused state of not being consciously gay, love songs never spoke to me. Instead, only music that held particularly beautiful harmonies, obscure dissonance, or a special personal meaning to me made it onto my playlist. This song was one of them.</div>
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Even though I'm now in a very good place, I still hold strong to the music that helped me through the years. The music I've been writing, recording, and covering still has a bit of a downcast feel to it despite me having moved on from those rougher times. I've discovered that expressing to you such deep parts of my life through the songs that gave me strength has had a liberating effect of me. Each song is a journal entry and I need to write them down, or rather, sing them for you.</div>
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<br />James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052200878357650047.post-71903628111907522282014-05-12T10:33:00.004-06:002014-05-13T10:35:47.753-06:00Blooper Reel (video)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here are some behind-the-scenes of some of my video making joys. For those of you who don't know me in person, this will definitely show you more of who I really am hehe.<br />
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I've been pretty sick these past 3 weeks with a strange flu. At times I feel great, so I'll do something active, but the day after I'll feel horrible. It's been making me tired and it kills my already small appetite. I guess I'll just keep on resting until I get better. I'm going crazy sitting in my apartment with such limited social interaction. All well. It could be worse :)<br />
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But I got to Skype my little bro (and family) for Mother's Day, which was really fun.<br />
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That's all for now :)James Haleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838113404796418108noreply@blogger.com1