working out, wimbledon, work, and wildfires

I've been working out every day with my new short-term gold's gym membership. and by every day I mean so far monday and today. I think it bodes well for the future. I really enjoy it. I don't freak out exercise like some people. I don't feel the need to completely kill myself on a treadmill. I just like to be active and healthy and exercising makes me feel good. I just discovered that I workout better while reading than while listening to music. My favorite part is the euphoric floating feeling you get after when your legs are detached and your head is weightless. I've also been trying to eat fresh fruit with breakfast, something I would never do before. blueberries mmmm.

NADAL WON WIMBLEDON!!! I cannot tell you how excited I am! I was really sad I couldn't watch the match, as it was on sunday. I probably would have watched a bit of it, at least, when I wasn't doing church stuff, but my brothers are extremely impressionable. curse them. it was only possibly the best men's final of wimbledon since the beginning of time! and rafa ended up slightly better than mr. rogers. I think it comes down to their differences in attitude and physical approach. both are incredibly physical athletes of course, and unbelievably talented, but roger's all about finesse and it serves him well against less talented opponents (aka everyone else), but rafa is his match in skill and his gritty, raw power fighting approach gave him the slight edge he needed to beat the "unbeatable" federer. I'm actually sad for federer, who I never used to like before, but found him more care-worthy this season (maybe because of his love set loss to nadal in the french open). BUT not sad enough to want him to keep winning. it's time for a change of power. hellO rafa.

holy crap. the arm. look at the arm.

we're getting a billion kids shoes in the wednesday shipment at work, so last night I was shifting the men's wall about ten feet and adding styles from the bins into the wall. it was more tiring than the usual monday night shifting. I was parched and tweaked my back a couple times and got several cardboard cuts on my fingers again. and got blood on my shirt! but I got it out in the backroom. cause that's gross. I really like the manager aka my boss, dan. because we're mormon, there's an assumed automatic connection that opens up free conversation. at first I thought it was weird, but it's rather complimentary to have your boss share meaningful things like that with you. he has an 18 year old sister, so yet another instance where someone could be my brother (dan, nolen) or father (trowbridge). it's weird to think about. he hired a new manager-in-training named margaret. she's oldish and weird and talks a lot about things nobody cares about or understands. she takes FOREVER to close. but she is very complimentary. but I don't know if dan takes those praises seriously cause she's always saying them. I really don't know why he hired her. she wears scrunchies.

I talked to meesh the other day. I miss her. and today is jessica's birthday. I miss her, too. 

in gospel doctrine a couple of weeks ago, sister havens said that california has huge wildfires right now because gay marriage just became legal there. she is stupid. vermont allows gay marriage and nothing has happened to vermont. and california has had wildfire problems every summer since I can remember. ignorant, self-righteous speculation and logical fallacy. this is why I don't like gospel doctrine in my ward. besides those moments, it's been getting better, though. I still miss the byu ward. it was many times better.