No big deal

Not only did I not have to carbo-load last night; I didn't even run! They put me on a treadmill and had me walk up an increasingly steep incline until I was walking really fast. The biggest problem was, they didn't want me to fall off the back. Apparently some guy stopped running recently, and went right off the back, just like on the cartoons.

The cardiology clinic did an echo cardiogram (essentially an ultrasound of my heart) before and after I walked fast, and an EKG, and then they gave me a heart monitor which I'm supposed to wear for eight days. They want to know what my heart looks like when I sleep, and when I run, and they want me to push this button called "event" if I have any palpitations. The monitor, which is about 2" x 3", attaches to my waistband, and it has six wires that are affixed to various locations on my chest. It's quite attractive, especially since I wear it UNDER my shirt. (I look pregnant.)

The most interesting things about my visit were (1) they now have free valet parking at the U of U hospital, (2) many people who work at the U of U hospital are not required to smile as part of their jobs (what a bunch of sour pusses), and (3) the artwork on the wall at the clinic. You be the judge:

Stress test tomorrow

At 10:00 am tomorrow I will be running on a treadmill at the U of U hospital with wires hooked up to me, in an effort to determine why my heart rate is so slow. (It was 48 when they did an EKG during my physical last week.) I'm betting that the reasons are (1) everyone in my family has a slow heart rate, and (2) I've been running almost every day since January. I mean, Lance Armstrong has a resting heart rate of 30! (Bob is going to say, "You are no Lance Armstrong," and he would be right.)

I'm a little nervous about it.

Logan and Jody flew in today, and Logies suggested I carbo-load tonight, and I did! (I think he was kidding, but why pass up an opportunity to have a big ol' healthy plate of leftover spaghetti?)

Full report tomorrow.

A very, very, very fine house

Yesterday Bob and I visited Andy's new house, and I must say, it is muy impressive.

See, this house was built in the 1890's and it was used as a doctor's office for many years. Apparently patients were seen downstairs, and the family lived upstairs, so guess where the kitchen is? (Not downstairs.)

The address is 920 South Temple, and from the outside it looks like this:

There is a beautiful staircase you see when you walk in the front door. Next to that is a lovely room that could be a dining room, whick looks into an elegant livingroom with a fireplace and a big bay window, which looks out onto South Temple.

The whole house has hardwood floors, transom windows over doors, hardware that looks original, and amazingly cool carvings on the external wood trim. (Jody, I'm sure there is an official name for this stuff; all I know is that it's gorgeous.)

The house is all freshly painted inside, and it's CLEAN. It even has a peach tree in the back yard.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the house is right down the alley from Bobbyanne's house; they practically share a back yard. If Andy wanted to install a zipline, he could get over there for dinner every single night.

Good job, Andy!

Post script: Jody sez they need a goat tower! I'm thinking, house warming gift. What do y'all think?