<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770</id><updated>2012-02-04T00:39:06.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Croft</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8283931789729490681</id><published>2010-12-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:01:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Post</title><content type='html'>Well, this will be the last post on this blog for the next two years at least. I'd first of all just like to say another thank you to everyone who's supporting me. All my friends and family. You guys are great, and I've appreciated all the love and friendship that's been shown me throughout my life. Now I'm about to head out, and I'll lose a little bit of that support, or rather I just won't be as close to it. Please feel free to write, I really would love to hear from anyone that would care to write. Other than that, I honestly don't know what else to say... My testimony is on this blog in a number of posts, so I'll refrain from posting too much of it again. Suffice it to say for now, that the Gospel is true, and I know it beyond a shadow of a doubt. I'm willing to serve the Lord, and I know that since it's His work He's more than willing to help me out. Honestly, there's no way anyone would ever be baptized if it was just the missionaries out there on their own. And because of that, though I'm scared, faith outweighs my fear. I'm ready to serve those people in the D.C. area, and God willing, some will be brought to the knowledge of the Gospel. I'll see you in all in two years! Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8283931789729490681?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8283931789729490681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8283931789729490681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8283931789729490681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8283931789729490681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post.html' title='The Last Post'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3183800771367898483</id><published>2010-12-25T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:07:46.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all! This has been quite the interesting Christmas for me, it being the last one for me to spend with my family for the next two years, not to mention the fact that my count is down to four days before I head out... There's a lot to say, and I'm not sure how to put it, maybe I'll post once again before I head out, but for now I guess I'll just say Merry Christmas! Christ truly did and does live. He is our Savior, Lord, and Redeemer. His Atonement is the crowning event of all history. It is the power that enables us to do all things, and most importantly to return Home to our Father in Heaven. The Book of Mormon is real, and it is a powerful testament of the reality of our Savior. Joy to the world, the Lord is come to save all men who will believe on His name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3183800771367898483?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3183800771367898483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3183800771367898483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3183800771367898483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3183800771367898483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5934777472498625708</id><published>2010-12-06T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:39:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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What am I doing right now? Writing a blog post... Why you ask? I'm not quite sure, though procrastination has been shown to be beneficial to student test performance. It boosts adrenaline and forces mental focus, so I guess you could say I'm in the preparation stage for the final stretch of studying before finals? Right, let's go with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4766768665133992292?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4766768665133992292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4766768665133992292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4766768665133992292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4766768665133992292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/12/finals-preparation.html' title='Finals Preparation'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2549670638488586200</id><published>2010-11-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:39:26.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm</title><content type='html'>I step outside. The sky is grey and lifeless. There is no wind. Trees stand lifeless, leaves surrounding them, remnants of their past glory. I walk. The Seas of people have disappeared, all that remain are trickles, shuffling forward, eyes downcast, or looking to the sky, waiting for the impending storm. A spirit of nervous fear, apprehension, and anticipation seems to permeate the air. I look back. The mountains are shrouded by clouds, suffocated by the thought of what is coming. Yet despite this, there is a calm. A time of preparation, both for those about to experience the storm, and for the storm itself. The Calm is a blessing, we have time to prepare mentally, emotionally, and spiritually for the Storm that lies ahead. Yet the Storm is no doubt still coming, gathering strength. So we hunker down, gather ourselves together, and face what comes. We must prepare while there is a Calm, so that when the Storm comes we will be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2549670638488586200?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2549670638488586200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2549670638488586200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2549670638488586200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2549670638488586200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/11/calm.html' title='The Calm'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4686669480329063484</id><published>2010-11-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:35:02.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life comes at ya fast!</title><content type='html'>39 and 51. Two numbers that as of today are extremely significant. There are currently only 39 days left in the semester, not 39 school days, 39 days, including weekends. That's all that remains of my first semester of College. It's gone by incredibly fast... I can't really describe all the emotions that come with that number 39. It's exciting because it means that school will be over and Christmas break will begin. It's intimidating because that means finals are coming up fast. And it's saddening, because it means that I have only 39 days left with some of the good friends that I've been able to make this semester. It's weird how quickly we can make friends when placed in a situation where we all are in some way forced to rely on each other and to learn to trust one another. I'll miss the new people I've met, my FHE sisters and brothers, as well as those that while I may have known before I've been blessed enough to have the opportunity to get to know better. They've had a profound impact on me, whether they truly understand it or not. I will always be grateful for the friendship, laughs, conversations, and examples they've shown to me this semester. The reason why I have only 39 days left with these individuals is connected with that other number 51, a number that holds even more intense and conflicting emotions. In 51 days I'll be entering the MTC to serve in the Washington D.C. North, Spanish Speaking mission! It's exciting because it means I get to serve a mission, and embark on one of the greatest adventures of my life. It's intimidating because it means I will be charged with seeking out individuals to teach the Gospel and try and bring them to Christ, to change their lives, both her on earth and in the eternities, that's a lot of pressure. It's saddening because it means I have only 51 days left before I won't see my family for two years. I won't get to see my brothers grow in the Priesthood and in the other aspects of their lives; from acting in plays to running in races. I won't get to see my sisters grow as well, whether acting in plays and going to college, or graduating and potentially getting married. I won't get to see my parents for two years, and I'll speak with them only four times during those two years. I will be separated from them by a long distance with no contact beyond emails and letters. I'll be leaving behind the support that I gain from them by their proximity and constant vigilance of my well-being. I'll be leaving friends I've had for the vast majority of my life, brothers that have stood by me throughout our lives. Brothers that I've grown up with, learned with, and bonded with. It's really is sobering. But beyond all that, the excitement, happiness, and joy that will come from serving a mission far outweighs any potential sadness. What greater call, what greater purpose could I have at this time in my life than to serve those who are my brothers and sisters? What greater joy could I have than being an instrument in the hands of the Lord to bring them to Christ, and to Eternal Salvation? So while my life is currently a torrent of conflicting emotions, I have Peace in the realization that this is what I'm supposed to be doing, that while it will be difficult it is also possible, that Christ will always stand by me, and that I am on His errand. So while life does indeed come fast, the Lord always seems to make sure that we'll be provided with ample support to meet the challenges ahead. So here we go, life is going to be one crazy ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4686669480329063484?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4686669480329063484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4686669480329063484&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4686669480329063484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4686669480329063484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-comes-at-ya-fast.html' title='Life comes at ya fast!'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5755802800765517480</id><published>2010-10-21T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:26:28.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>We all have those dreams. Those goals that are far distant, something that we think we would love to have happen, something that is to us incredible. For some people it may be owning a farm, for others winning a Nobel prize or a Gold medal. Some people aspire to greatness, to being noticed, others merely to obtaining a decent livelihood. But we all dream. The question then becomes, will we achieve our dreams? Will we reach for the stars, or merely gaze up at them wishing? There is a danger that comes when we reach for the stars. After all, what if we never get there? The stark reality of gravity may bring us hurtling back down to earth, and that is bound to hurt. It's much easier, much safer, to have two feet firmly planted on the ground of "reality" never leaving, only wishing. But how much less rewarding! There's always the chance that when we make that reach, take that leap, that we'll reach the stars, that we'll grasp them and soar farther than even we had imagined. But in order to do so we have to take the risk. We have to be willing to give up something, maybe a lot of things. We have to be willing to experience times of failure, where maybe we do just come crashing back down, and then we have to be willing to get back up and try again. The vast majority of the time this will most likely be the case. But sometimes, in our leap for the stars, we may just grasp one, but perhaps not the one we had originally intended to. It seems to me that in our pursuit for a dream we will often discover a new one, perhaps completely different from the one we had previously imagined, and we may find that we are indeed content with the realization of that heretofore unimagined dream. The man who goes out to become a doctor may discover that he is perhaps meant to be a teacher. Something he had never imagined, but then he loves it, loves it more than he could have ever imagined, and perhaps more than he could have ever loved being a doctor. This new dream becomes his reality. No longer is he standing, merely wishing for what could be. He soars among the stars, discovering things he would have previously never realized, all because he was willing to take the leap and trust what God may give him. After all, we never quite know where the pursuit of our dreams will take us, but one thing is for certain, in order to soar, we must first make the leap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5755802800765517480?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5755802800765517480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5755802800765517480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5755802800765517480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5755802800765517480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7083942805897963347</id><published>2010-10-04T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:00:33.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jambo!</title><content type='html'>Jambo wote! In case you hadn't noticed, that's kiswahili! Yep, that's right, me and my roommate Daniel have begun a quest to learn kiswahili! Let me give you a little background on why in the world we would want to learn this language. The fact is, both Daniel and I are slightly obsessed with the idea of going to Africa. For the past week or more, Africa has probably constituted the vast majority of our conversations. Prior to that I'm sure it's dominated our mission thoughts for a few years. With mission calls coming up so quickly it has merely brought those thoughts to the forefront of our minds. After all, we have both dreamed of going to an African country and serving the people there for quite awhile. In all honesty we have no idea why we want to go there. If we were to really think it through you'd think we'd change our minds. Africa is a dangerous, poverty ridden, often genocidal continent. It is a continent of wars, corruption, crime, death, and despair. However, for some reason it contains a definite allure. The culture there is rich, the people often friendly and full of good will. There are stories of success, faith, and hope, that ring forth from the destitute depths of nations. It is not all bad, and while most definitely dangerous, the people there are still children of God. Who else could need the Gospel of Christ more than those that seem to suffer most? Now don't get me wrong, I will not be disappointed if I do not go to Africa. I am fully aware that throughout the world there are many of God's children that need the Gospel as badly as those in Africa. After all, don't we all need to hear that joyous message! And so, wherever I am called to serve the Lord, I know that there will be those who will receive His message and enter into His rest. That is definitely what ultimately matters, and I know that where I am called will be the place where I can best serve, and probably where I can learn the most about myself and what I need to do and become in my life. Plus, how could I be disappointed in a call that was given to me in the premortal realm! A call I have been foreordained to perform! There is power in the concept of foreordination, and I relish in the thought that I perhaps promised one of my brothers that I would find him and bring him the joy I would be privileged enough to have in my life from its beginning! There is honestly nothing else I would rather do at this point in my life, and wherever I am called to serve, there is nowhere else I would rather go, even if it's not Africa. I cannot wait to serve the Lord, to bring His message to people throughout the world, to show them the joy that I have found in the message of The Book of Mormon and in Christ's Atonement! There are few things that can bring greater joy than bringing joy to the life of another, and that is why I am willing to serve. I want people to know what I know, to feel what I feel, to have the spirit in their lives, and to know that they are Children of God with the divine potential to become like God! To know that Christ loves them, that he suffered for them, and that He lives! There is no greater message, and I feel privileged to know that I will be called to bring it to God's children throughout the world. So for now, Kwaheri, Adios, Zai jian, Tschus, and goodybe. We'll see what language I'll serve in, but in reality, it doesn't matter, because I will have been called to serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7083942805897963347?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7083942805897963347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7083942805897963347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7083942805897963347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7083942805897963347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/10/jambo.html' title='Jambo!'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5078390339558405831</id><published>2010-09-24T15:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:45:50.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Chemistry</title><content type='html'>Chemistry, the stereocenter of my eye? I think not,&lt;br /&gt;For when I think of you, what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;Propyl chains, and methyl groups, endless chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Carbon chains from floor to ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Mirror images, right and left, and all these things&lt;br /&gt;Speak death, as well do Cyclo-rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does it matter, in the end,&lt;br /&gt;If I can tell one type from the other?&lt;br /&gt;For what am I? Merely a humble bio major.&lt;br /&gt;I study life in all its realms, all but its chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I know the cell, from its end to start,&lt;br /&gt;and of breathing lungs and beating hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in the end, what does it matter&lt;br /&gt;If one methylene is different from another?&lt;br /&gt;Biology is what governs life,&lt;br /&gt;and not Chemistry with all its strife!&lt;br /&gt;So I end my ode to you, most loathsome Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go and learn what they call Biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5078390339558405831?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5078390339558405831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5078390339558405831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5078390339558405831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5078390339558405831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/ode-to-chemistry.html' title='Ode to Chemistry'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-9195608175214347635</id><published>2010-09-15T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:37:44.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Run, Run</title><content type='html'>This is my first running post on this Running Croft blog of mine in a long time! This was a pretty fun run I did, actually it wasn't all that fun, it was long, hard, and slightly painful. Luckily I was in one of those moods where I was extremely unhappy that I've allowed myself to get out of shape, so that fueled me throughout the run. Plus, I wanted to touch Utah Lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://js.mapmyfitness.com/embed/blogview.html?r=e892942e6ba6f30d92abc30f23a4f605&amp;u=e&amp;t=run" height="700px" width="100%" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/run/united-states/ut/provo/851128460423376663"&gt;Provo River Parkway 13.5 miles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/find-run/united-states/ut/provo"&gt;Find more Runs in Provo, Utah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;!-- MMF PARTNER TOOL --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-9195608175214347635?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/9195608175214347635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=9195608175214347635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/9195608175214347635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/9195608175214347635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/run-run-run.html' title='Run, Run, Run'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4773400017041710927</id><published>2010-09-10T18:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:42:24.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>So I started a new blog, a photo documentary of my college life! Let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4773400017041710927?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4773400017041710927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4773400017041710927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4773400017041710927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4773400017041710927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5748396218256682310</id><published>2010-09-08T14:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:41:13.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By Small and Simple Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TIgQ7aeWS2I/AAAAAAAAArc/ZkHrSAk-ZWs/s1600/acorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TIgQ7aeWS2I/AAAAAAAAArc/ZkHrSAk-ZWs/s400/acorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514676356620110690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. I'd never truly thought of some decisions as having eternal significance. For instance, my decision to take AP classes rather than IB classes. Although I did not know it at the time, this decision has the potential to have eternal consequences. It determined how many AP credits I would receive, as well as who I associated with for three years of my life. From there this decision propagates into other decisions, such as what classes I would take my freshman year, further determining my associations for my first year of college. So it seems that a vast majority of our lives can hinge on a relatively small number of decisions. For instance, although not necessarily a small decision, but a singular one, the college we choose to go to. This decision has a large effect on other decisions that have the potential to define our lives. For example, our careers can be defined by the professors we have, and the research opportunities available at a University. Furthermore, more than likely we will choose to marry an individual whom we associate with in our University. The chances of meeting this individual are further defined by small choices that would seem to have little effect on our marital decision. These small choices can be things such as the place where we choose to live, or the major we choose to pursue. These decisions define who we will spend our time with, and consequently who we will have the opportunity to marry in the future. Thus, these little decisions can create, or limit, opportunities that will have lasting eternal consequences. While the original decisions themselves may have had no immediate or apparent eternal significance, by small and simple things we are led to the large decisions, based on our original "small" decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a common thread emerges between these smaller decisions, revealing a bigger picture on our eternal progression and the path of our lives. It is the thread of our associations. In reality it is not these little decisions that determine who or what we will be. Rather these decisions have defined opportunities for us to choose with whom we will associate. Our associations are a large part of what will define us in the future. Our friends, professors, future or current spouses, and family members all have a profound influence on the individual we will become. Consequently, it is up to us to make the decisions that will place us in locations where we will have the opportunity to choose to associate with people who will be able to influence us for the better, and with whom we can hope to establish lasting relationships of true value. These decisions will in turn enable us to become the best we can be, and return to our Father in Heaven in the best condition possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words, my ramblings have only managed to elicit the well known adage, "Choose your friends (and associations) wisely". But, going slightly beyond that; choose our circumstances and opportunities wisely, so that we can in turn have the opportunity to choose our friends wisely. For these small and simple things have eternal consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5748396218256682310?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5748396218256682310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5748396218256682310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5748396218256682310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5748396218256682310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-small-and-simple-things.html' title='By Small and Simple Things'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TIgQ7aeWS2I/AAAAAAAAArc/ZkHrSAk-ZWs/s72-c/acorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2734528676743557739</id><published>2010-09-06T13:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:24:44.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mis Padres</title><content type='html'>So I'm off to college. When I first got here I was kind of lonely, but I knew I'd get over it soon enough, once my classes started. And I did. This past week was a good one, and in all honesty I wasn't homesick at all. Not sure why, maybe because work kept me from seeing you guys all that much during the summer. Nevertheless, when I came home last night I was struck with a little homesickness. I realized that I'd miss playing those games on Sunday nights, the family dinners, the talks after dinner, and seeing you guys every day. I'll miss the anticipation of Dad having a day off from work so we could do family activities, and I'll miss having family night every week, whether it was playing games, having a lesson, or just watching a movie. Just the little things I guess. I guess I'm not as unattached or independent as I would have liked to think, but I guess that's ok too. So I love you guys, and I'll probably be calling home every once in awhile, especially when I'm trying to figure out if food is expensive or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your newest college kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2734528676743557739?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2734528676743557739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2734528676743557739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2734528676743557739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2734528676743557739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-mis-padres.html' title='For Mis Padres'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8477248526741031871</id><published>2010-08-31T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:23:47.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer the first day</title><content type='html'>So we've been here for a little while now, five days is all actually. It feels a lot longer than that, mostly because a lot has been happening in those five days! I've pretty much recovered from my wisdom teeth escapade, thankfully! I've also settled into my apartment, attended a new ward, had our first family night, attended two days of college classes, and done some homework. Beyond that, I've also started running again! Finally, I will no longer be in my relatively poor shape! I now also feel less like a Freshman, though it's only been two days of classes, and I feel like I belong at BYU. Though I will say that it's weird to have classes where people are pregnant, just had a kid, engaged, and just married, all in one class. Still, I like it here, it's pretty cool, and the classes are going to be fun, and hopefully extremely challenging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment extravaganzas have included some video game playing, attempting to cook, eating peanut butter, and relearning how to chew my food. I've also met some pretty cool people, a few guys, and quite a few girls. Actually not that many, but a few. ;) No dates yet though, we'll wait a couple weeks for that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that food is expensive and that I probably literally did eat my family out of house and home. Every time I even drink a glass of milk I can't help but think, "I'm paying for this" and so the glass becomes a little smaller than it would have been. Nevertheless, I am not starving, so no worries mom and dad, I'll probably just lose a little weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the update, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8477248526741031871?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8477248526741031871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8477248526741031871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8477248526741031871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8477248526741031871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-longer-first-day.html' title='No longer the first day'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4534157682865021071</id><published>2010-08-26T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:06:35.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/THdHkIcMsWI/AAAAAAAAArU/664ZVdCQZSQ/s1600/Snapshot_20100826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/THdHkIcMsWI/AAAAAAAAArU/664ZVdCQZSQ/s400/Snapshot_20100826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509951355177709922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was the first day of college today. It was cool I guess, it's  interesting living on my own and whatnot. NSO was kind of fun, but in  all honesty, not that great of a day. It would probably help if my mouth  wasn't swollen and I could eat food though. Not wanting to rip the stitches out of my mouth could also help. So yeah, this is my complaining post. I'm sure once I get over my teeth it'll be much better, but yeah, first day,  hopefully tomorrow is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4534157682865021071?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4534157682865021071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4534157682865021071&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4534157682865021071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4534157682865021071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/THdHkIcMsWI/AAAAAAAAArU/664ZVdCQZSQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20100826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2431631078913052161</id><published>2010-08-15T13:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T13:59:36.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and work</title><content type='html'>The summer is coming to a close, so I figured I'd write a brief synopsis of my adventures! This summer has gone by incredibly fast, and at times incredibly slow. The vast majority of my summer has been spent working as a window washer. I started literally the day after graduation, and plunged head first into the new life experience of working a full time job. I was kind of nervous about it all. I've had jobs before, but have never worked a full 40 hours in a week, so I was slightly intimidated by the prospect, and a little dejected because I thought it would put an end to any fun summer plans I'd had. While I did spend the majority of my days at work, this job forced me to learn how to schedule my time more effectively so that I could work, hang out with friends, and spend time with the family. I actually feel like this has been a very productive and fun summer for me! (though I do wish I could've gone camping more) I also managed to make some much needed money for college and a mission, and I learned how to work, a lot. Some weeks were painful, not so much physically, though I did get less sleep in my attempts to have fun and work, but mentally. We've worked 50 hour weeks, and there have been times where in two days we worked over 25 hours! So, this job taught me even more so how to work, and I made it through with minimal emotional scarring ;). This job also helped me partially overcome my fears of heights and spiders; tall ladders and innumerable window wells do wonders! So I'm grateful that I had this job, even if I did tend to complain about it quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun things I've been able to do this summer go from playing sports and hanging with friends, to our Disneyland trip (which I still need to finish writing about)! My most recent adventure was a little backpacking trip with my good buds Brad and Tanner. We had the eventful experience of getting "lost" in Little Cottonwood Canyon and bushwhacking our way through trees, marshes, and boulder patches to finally find the trail we had originally been on! I also found time for a few dates here and there, and had a good time! The Real Salt Lake game last night was, by the way, extremely fun to go to! I'd definitely recommend that as an activity to do at some point. So all in all it was a good summer, and I look forward to this next week, my final week of work, and the week of my final summer adventure, climbing to the peak of Mount Timpanogos with the fam! Then begins the adventures at Brigham Young University! It'll be sick! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2431631078913052161?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2431631078913052161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2431631078913052161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2431631078913052161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2431631078913052161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-and-work.html' title='Summer and work'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1289907682815183199</id><published>2010-07-31T13:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:22:38.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TFRzaQGpchI/AAAAAAAAArE/PqG08nOdfuc/s1600/lightning+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TFRzaQGpchI/AAAAAAAAArE/PqG08nOdfuc/s400/lightning+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500147939762860562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to think of darkness as an overwhelming force, one that is capable of drowning out light. However, in reality darkness has no power over light. No amount of darkness will ever be able to extinguish a flame, or drown out the light of a bulb. Rather, darkness comes as the natural consequence of a weakening light. Just as darkness does not put out a candle, but rather comes as the candle begins to die, darkness, and the influence of the devil, will enter our lives when we allow the fire of our faith and testimony to die. I've often had the mental image of "fighting off the darkness" of the world around us. However, instead of "fighting" the darkness, we merely need to feed the flame.Thus, darkness has no power to overwhelm or drown out our light unless we allow it to by letting our fires die, or dowsing them with the waters of sin. Luckily, we have been given the means to feed our flames and light them when they've been extinguished. Scriptures, Prayer, Church attendance, all these things enable us to feed our flames and remove darkness from our lives. Furthermore, in the event that our fires are extinguished  we have been given the blessing of the Atonement of Christ which can help relight our fire and bring light into our lives. So never give into the darkness, feed the flame, and keep the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1289907682815183199?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1289907682815183199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1289907682815183199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1289907682815183199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1289907682815183199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/light-and-dark.html' title='Light and Dark'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TFRzaQGpchI/AAAAAAAAArE/PqG08nOdfuc/s72-c/lightning+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-630909898630870257</id><published>2010-07-25T18:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:26:59.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is the desire of our hearts"</title><content type='html'>What is the desire of our hearts? Our hearts and desires are constantly being pulled in multiple directions by the many things in our lives that demand attention. For instance, do we desire money, fame, family, education?  It's not necessarily a bad thing to desire money, or recognition, but we must be careful in the desires of our hearts, "For where your &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; is, there will your &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; be also." In the midst of all our desires and aspirations it is important for us to remember where the focus of our hearts must ultimately lie. We must focus on things of true importance, namely our spiritual health and our relationship with Christ. In order to best judge our relationship with Christ, and best determine the true desires of our hearts we can ask ourselves a number of questions. Are we willing to stand as witnesses of Christ in all things and all places? Are we willing to mourn with those that mourn, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort? Are we willing to serve God and keep His commandments? Are we willing to enter into the fold of God? These are the questions asked by the prophet Alma to his people. When asked these questions they responded with joy saying, "This is the desire of our hearts!" And so it should be ours. We must find within ourselves the desire to answer yes to these question, and then act accordingly. This desire and focus will bring joy into our lives as we become friends with Christ and align our lives with the desires of God. And so I add to the words of Alma's people; to stand as a witness of Christ, this is the desire of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-630909898630870257?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/630909898630870257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=630909898630870257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/630909898630870257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/630909898630870257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-desire-of-our-hearts.html' title='&quot;This is the desire of our hearts&quot;'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4248600406927495572</id><published>2010-07-23T18:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:26:21.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation: Sequoias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox7Kwya5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/IiUh1XOm-CQ/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox7Kwya5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/IiUh1XOm-CQ/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261187730140050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of our family vacation began when we woke up the next  morning to beautiful mountain air. There is seriously nothing better  than that feeling when you wake up in the mountains. After eating a  quick cold breakfast we headed out to see some of Sequoia National Park.  It truly is an amazing place! Everywhere you look there are gigantic  trees, and I mean Gigantic! And they're old too, some are estimated to  be over three thousand years old. If you think about, that means they  were about 100 years old when Adam died... That's old. Walking through  this ancient forest was an amazing experience and I definitely plan to  go back there some day and show them the beauty of those ancient, and  gigantic, trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox6SSjZOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Y0byHZAUWUI/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox6SSjZOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Y0byHZAUWUI/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261172570940642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's us at the very bottom, the small white specks, it's huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox5nBk9YI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qxZ5zUQptwM/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox5nBk9YI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qxZ5zUQptwM/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261160957015426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox5MFcdsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/O9-18EHzAV0/s1600/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox5MFcdsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/O9-18EHzAV0/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261153725478594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox4qNo2BI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0TOAD5mgkPg/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox4qNo2BI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0TOAD5mgkPg/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497261144633038866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxfeGDiFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m4LRbrtnZzo/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxfeGDiFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m4LRbrtnZzo/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497260711883278418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxe6BHaNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/U_x1jPIKNg4/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxe6BHaNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/U_x1jPIKNg4/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497260702198884562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxeXJEzRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5Y4zeAaH_yw/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxeXJEzRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5Y4zeAaH_yw/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497260692837027090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxd8fciHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YqiiRS1jzTg/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxd8fciHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YqiiRS1jzTg/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497260685683099762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxdRJ0GQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7aofTmxhvts/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEoxdRJ0GQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7aofTmxhvts/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497260674049644802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos are mostly credited to my dad, I was stupid enough to not bring my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exploring the Sequoias for a few hours we headed off to begin our trip to Disneyland! We still had about a six hour drive to get there, and boy was it a fun six hours... We traveled down many more long and winding roads to reach our destination, crawling along the walls of the canyon. We thought that after getting out of the canyon we'd be on nice straight roads again. But no, that was not the case. Instead we ended up on a wonderful road called Auberry. It wound and wound and wound some more. However, after finally reaching the highway we cruised along, hit some L.A. traffic jams, and finally reached our hotel. Too exhausted to want to go and explore Disneyland we headed off to bed, while dreams of Mickey Mouse danced in our heads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4248600406927495572?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4248600406927495572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4248600406927495572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4248600406927495572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4248600406927495572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-sequoias.html' title='Vacation: Sequoias'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TEox7Kwya5I/AAAAAAAAAq8/IiUh1XOm-CQ/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7357728715407925858</id><published>2010-07-19T16:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:23:38.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation: Tonopah, Yosemite, and 15 long hours</title><content type='html'>This past week me and my family went on a vacation! It was great to get some time off work and spend time just having fun with the fam. So here's the first part of our vacation. We woke up early Monday morning, somewhere around three or four in order to head off to California. Little did we realize how long the drive would be! Normally a drive to Disneyland is only ten hours, but we decided to take the long way around, and amazingly enough, it was more than worth it. The first memorable stop on that 15 hour drive was a small town called Tonopah. Yeah, you've probably never heard of it, pretty sure no one has. Suffice it to say, it was possibly the creepiest town I've ever been in. It was a small town with kind of a weird feel to it. We only saw people who were drunk or smoking, no small children... I wonder why... Beyond the slightly strange population, it had the creepiest building I have ever had the terrible opportunity to witness, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CLOWN MOTEL&lt;/span&gt;! (Appropriate Scary Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETStlQL2WI/AAAAAAAAApU/ca9LozmzPwg/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETStlQL2WI/AAAAAAAAApU/ca9LozmzPwg/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495749125834791266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We ended up staying about an hour in Tonopah, I have no idea how that managed to happen, we think the clowns had something to do with it. From there we continued our drive to possibly the most beautiful place on Earth, Yosemite National Park! We didn't stay long, we mostly just drove through it, but I was in awe for the vast majority of the time. I'm pretty sure I could live there my whole life, it's beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETTmcfAeBI/AAAAAAAAAps/jmIMVVIqXbE/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETTmcfAeBI/AAAAAAAAAps/jmIMVVIqXbE/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495750102733584402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETTl07VpWI/AAAAAAAAApk/qerjkDcIupI/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETTl07VpWI/AAAAAAAAApk/qerjkDcIupI/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495750092114994530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETTlamc58I/AAAAAAAAApc/rlxanUOpbMA/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETTlamc58I/AAAAAAAAApc/rlxanUOpbMA/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495750085048068034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few of the pictures we have, it's an amazing place! We then continued our long drive through long and winding roads, which resulted in a couple bouts of car sickness from members of the family... Eventually we made it to our destination for the night, Sequoia National Park! We set up our tent in the dark, had a close run in with a bear, and then went to bed. I slept for a couple hours under the stars, until it got too cold. The stars were incredibly clear, and I even saw a satellite crawling its way across the sky, and a shooting star. Not a bad night. And since this post is getting a little long, I'll save more for later. And Part 2, is freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7357728715407925858?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7357728715407925858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7357728715407925858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7357728715407925858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7357728715407925858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-part-1.html' title='Vacation: Tonopah, Yosemite, and 15 long hours'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TETStlQL2WI/AAAAAAAAApU/ca9LozmzPwg/s72-c/IMG_2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5424795594481010572</id><published>2010-07-04T13:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:25:03.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfYLY45pI/AAAAAAAAApM/p5Ir3EBxYeQ/s1600/blurred+motion+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfYLY45pI/AAAAAAAAApM/p5Ir3EBxYeQ/s400/blurred+motion+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133552231671442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First experimentation with some blurred motion photography, it's unedited, just cropped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfXvX1YNI/AAAAAAAAApE/OWV4y37WzlM/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfXvX1YNI/AAAAAAAAApE/OWV4y37WzlM/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133544711053522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC fireworks shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfXGUWJaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Aoo1-NX0rBI/s1600/fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfXGUWJaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Aoo1-NX0rBI/s400/fireworks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133533690570146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfV0-dZZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/rJZd1dP0FqQ/s1600/fireworks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfV0-dZZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/rJZd1dP0FqQ/s400/fireworks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490133511855498642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are compilations of a couple of fireworks shots, all the individual shots  are unedited, but I merged them together. It's kind of crowded though so I'm not sure I like them all that much, but it's fun to mess with the shots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5424795594481010572?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5424795594481010572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5424795594481010572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5424795594481010572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5424795594481010572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TDDfYLY45pI/AAAAAAAAApM/p5Ir3EBxYeQ/s72-c/blurred+motion+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8507367722420031474</id><published>2010-06-30T19:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:59:11.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremes</title><content type='html'>The devil is a smart, if not particularly wise individual. He recognizes the fact that contention is one of his greatest tools, and consequently he does everything within his power to create the opportunity for contention. One of the means by which he creates these opportunities is through encouraging the creation of divisions, factions, and extremes. The devil clearly recognizes that we are beings of agency, that we have the ability to choose. However, one of his greatest goals is to limit and control that agency. In order to do this he creates opportunities for us to use our  agency to the point where he can ensnare us through our unwitting, but perhaps willing consent. For example, our two party system of government. We are presented with two choices, or factions, both of which have some good aspects. Who doesn't want to help the poor, and who doesn't want to preserve the Constitution? However, in the mess of these two choices, we can easily become lost. Our focus is detracted from the things that truly matter, and we are caught up in the battle between the two parties. Compromise and teamwork can become undesirable, and the opposing party is seen as the enemy. Consequently, Satan has created the opportunity for us to limit our own agency. Contention emerges between the two parties, and consequently our minds are clouded and we are unable to clearly see the detriments and benefits of each party's position. Rather, we are presented with what is seemingly only two choices, and we are pushed closer to extremes, whether they be fascist or communistic. There is a danger in being overzealous, in being too willing to fight, and too resistant to compromise. There is a reason why the founding fathers were against political parties. They can be utilized to limit our freedom to choose, and they prevent us from viewing the clear picture. So be wary of extremes, and the contention they can create, they can quickly become traps meant to ensnare and limit our choices and points of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8507367722420031474?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8507367722420031474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8507367722420031474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8507367722420031474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8507367722420031474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/extremes.html' title='Extremes'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-9151099678051586456</id><published>2010-06-10T09:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:43:28.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TBEIDuwLv1I/AAAAAAAAAos/pRtK1b87qOk/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TBEIDuwLv1I/AAAAAAAAAos/pRtK1b87qOk/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481171081669361490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite pictures from the ward party&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-9151099678051586456?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/9151099678051586456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=9151099678051586456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/9151099678051586456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/9151099678051586456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-kid.html' title='Little kid'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TBEIDuwLv1I/AAAAAAAAAos/pRtK1b87qOk/s72-c/DSC_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3137571688310874222</id><published>2010-06-05T23:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:25:54.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the first pictures I've taken in a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TAsxDdxm2VI/AAAAAAAAAok/iIM7wNsZwp8/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TAsxDdxm2VI/AAAAAAAAAok/iIM7wNsZwp8/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479527307228404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TAsxDM-8QJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VKV6dOxKt3I/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TAsxDM-8QJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VKV6dOxKt3I/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479527302720929938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same subject, different frames. I couldn't decide which one I preferred... These are some of many which I took at our Ward party today, I'll hopefully post more soon. Both are SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3137571688310874222?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3137571688310874222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3137571688310874222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3137571688310874222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3137571688310874222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-of-first-pictures-ive-taken-in.html' title='Some of the first pictures I&apos;ve taken in a long time...'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/TAsxDdxm2VI/AAAAAAAAAok/iIM7wNsZwp8/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2867601667727355494</id><published>2010-05-25T17:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:15:01.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming as a little child</title><content type='html'>Throughout the scriptures there seems to be a theme of "becoming as a little child". It's mentioned in the New Testament as well as the Book of Mormon, and probably somewhere in the Old Testament as well. It's kind of an interesting concept, becoming like a little kid. What's that supposed to mean? Are we supposed to throw fits when we don't get what we want, refuse to eat our vegetables, or other childish behavior? Yeah, that's probably not exactly what it means. It's something that I've wanted to understand more, and what do you know, the Lord provided a way. This past year I've been involved in Special Needs Mutual. I'm not entirely sure if I've mentioned it on my blog before, but I'll just give a quick rundown of what Special Needs Mutual is all about. Mutual is a youth group program organized by the Church. Special Needs Mutual is that same program with a focus on the needs of Special Needs individuals. We do scouting activities, working towards getting them their Eagles, and the girls work towards the equivalent award for young women. Each of the Special Needs buddies is a assigned a youth councilor. We become their buddies. It's really been an amazing experience! My buddy is Keith. He's a pretty awesome guy! He's a little bit older, and he has some of the same mannerisms that are characteristic of the older generation, but at the same time he's just like a little kid. Which brings me to my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These special needs individuals in many ways epitomize what the Savior meant when he commanded us to become as little children. For instance, the moment you see them you can tell that they are amazingly happy people! They will almost always have a smile on, and they are in general just excited for life. I believe this happiness is one of the major characteristics that we all need to acquire in order to become as a little child. Furthermore, one of the things that I have come to believe is one of the most important aspects of becoming as a little child, is their simple faith. They all have such simple, undeniable, and innocent faith. They never seem to doubt, but just accept God and Christ, and the roles they have in their lives, simply as a matter of fact. They bear such simple but powerful testimonies of the reality of God and our Savior, Jesus Christ. One special needs individual made a simple statement that held within it a deep understanding of God and prayer. She simply said "I talked with God today". It's amazing to me how their faith is so simple, and so well placed, that they have no doubt. Furthermore, they are some of the most trusting and accepting individuals I have ever met. While they each do have their quirks and undeniable mannerisms, they are in general willing to accept the direction and help of others. This is epitomized in their acceptance of their life condition. Just about every single Special Needs individual recognizes that they are indeed different, that they may not be able to do everything that an individual without a mental handicap could do. Nevertheless, they acknowledge God's hand in their lives, and they are willing to submit to the fact that they are indeed different. It's a lesson I know I need to take in my own life. I have frequently wished that I had been blessed with an additional gift or  blessing, rather than being content and recognizing that which the Lord has all ready given me. Truly, humility and acceptance of God's will are necessary traits to obtain before becoming like a little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more I could say about these special needs individuals. They have been a blessing in my life. They have granted me new perspective, and they can always bring the spirit into my life. I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity I've had to get to know them, especially my buddy Keith, and if any of you that read this blog happen to get the chance to work with Special Needs, take it. You will never regret the time you spend with these people. They will change your life and allow you to see the Love of the Savior in all that they do. Hats off to my buddy Keith for his testimony and all that he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/S_xlI6C3wjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/WZmi2ao39RQ/s1600/Keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/S_xlI6C3wjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/WZmi2ao39RQ/s400/Keith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475362450670338610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bud Keith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2867601667727355494?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2867601667727355494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2867601667727355494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2867601667727355494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2867601667727355494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/become-as-little-child.html' title='Becoming as a little child'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/S_xlI6C3wjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/WZmi2ao39RQ/s72-c/Keith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7329303406101120444</id><published>2010-05-24T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:54:14.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's definitely been awhile since I last posted. I guess life has just been a little crazy recently. I finished up a season of testing, only four tests, not as much as my IB buddies, but definitely enough for me. I'm finally free of the stress of school!&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my high school running career... I don't think that fact has quite hit me yet. I was able to run at the state track meet, and we qualified for the finals in the medley. We finished above our original seed, which I was pretty happy with. I ran a PR at the Region meet, so it turned out to be an all around pretty decent season.&lt;br /&gt;Life in general has also just been pretty good. We'll be graduating in just about a week, and then my high school career will be completely over. I'll be moving on to BYU in the fall after a summer that is hopefully epic in its proportions! I'll also hopefully be working a ton in order to save up for college and a mission.&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty good! I'm afraid I don't have anything to say that's of any importance though... Maybe next post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7329303406101120444?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7329303406101120444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7329303406101120444&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7329303406101120444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7329303406101120444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post...'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7227166389400808903</id><published>2010-03-28T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:38:11.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring and then some</title><content type='html'>With the change in the weather it seems like spring may have finally arrived! Spring is a time of change, a change of seasons, and the beginning of some very important changes in my life; namely, the beginning of the final quarter of my high school career, and the beginning of my path towards college and "real life". I admit I have mixed feelings about these changes. I'm quite excited about what is essentially the beginning of my independent life; however, it also feels me with intense apprehension. I'll be leaving behind many of the comfortable barriers that have cushioned me from the true blows of life. I'll be moving on to college, moving out of my house, and living away from my parents and family. I'll be missing friends that I have had for years, and who have helped and supported me throughout my school years. In the words of Marty Mcfly, this is heavy stuff. However, more nerve wracking, as well as more exciting, is the fact that I could conceivably be sending in my mission papers in only six months, and leaving on a mission in only nine. The idea is frankly kind of terrifying. I could be going to a foreign country, speaking a foreign language, knowing literally no one, and then living for the next two years without seeing my family or friends. Fortunately it's all well worth it. The flip side of it is, I could be living in a foreign country, learning a new language, getting to know and love the people of that country, and preaching and spreading the joy of  the Gospel of Christ for two years. Not a bad trade off. It'll be an amazing experience, and in truth I can't wait! There's nothing that I'd rather be doing with my life at this time than preaching the Gospel. I've witnessed the joy it brings into people's lives, and that witness has only made me more eager to go forth and tell the world of the wondrous news of Christ's atonement and resurrection! Though I may not feel quite ready for the changes that lie ahead, I trust that "He whom the Lord calls, the Lord qualifies." With the Lord's help nothing is impossible. So bring on the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7227166389400808903?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7227166389400808903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7227166389400808903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7227166389400808903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7227166389400808903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-and-then-some.html' title='Spring and then some'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5677014471092010102</id><published>2010-03-15T19:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:01:58.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Prayer</title><content type='html'>The subject of personal prayer is one which I feel very strongly about. Prayer is one of the biggest blessings in my life. I cannot imagine what my life would be like if I couldn't talk with my Father in Heaven. Whenever I am in need of help, or when I'm going through a particularly difficult trial, I know that I can always turn to my Father in Heaven. He never fails to listen, and I have found that He truly does care for me. He speaks peace to my soul in times of need, and I have often felt His arms encircling me in Love. He is always there to give me strength when I need it, and through His strength I have been able to accomplish things I would have been incapable of doing otherwise. These blessings are in a large part due to the blessing of prayer. I sincerely believe that our Father in Heaven is constantly waiting to give us blessings; however, many times these blessings will come only when we ask for them, and in order to do this we have been given the blessing of prayer. And not only will He give us blessings and strength in our times of need, He is the best listener you'll ever meet. Sometimes you don't need anything more than to talk something out, and to express the feelings that can only be expressed through the heart. To truly pour out your soul to God is an incredible experience. There are few times when you will ever feel more loved, and closer to our Heavenly Father than when you express to Him the deepest feelings and desires of your heart. That is the power of prayer. It enables to transcend to a higher spiritual plane. It allows us to find peace when we believe that only chaos can exist. It allows us to see from the eternal perspective, and to see the purpose behind the trials of the day. Above all, it allows us the opportunity to communicate with our Father in Heaven, and through Him find acceptance, peace, hope, joy, and love. So when you feel overwhelmed, when the powers of darkness and the chaos of the world are threatening to overwhelm you, humbly kneel, and turn to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5677014471092010102?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5677014471092010102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5677014471092010102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5677014471092010102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5677014471092010102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-prayer.html' title='The Power of Prayer'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2176915271296740743</id><published>2010-03-14T17:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:37:31.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Our lives are complex. Every one of us is defined by our many hobbies, interests, personality quirks, desires, and values. However, there is a single universal definition that supersedes all these things. We are all Children of God. It is a simple statement that carries with it profound significance. With the realization of this single definition, many of the conflicts within the world, and within ourselves would simply disappear. Conflicts in the Middle East and throughout the world would cease, and we would discover that perhaps we're not too bad ourselves. Too often we berate and degrade ourselves over small insignificant details. Yes, we do all have flaws, imperfections, and challenges; but, these in no way diminish the utter reality that we are Children of the Most High. That God is our literal Father. By realizing this simple fact, our lives will be changed. We will realize the Love that our Father has for us, and that he is indeed there as a Parent is there for their child. However, it is not enough for us to just hear these facts, we must come to know them for ourselves. I know I am a Son of God, a child of the Most High, I am a son of my Father on Earth and in Heaven, and I am a disciple of Christ, and I bear His name. Now it's your turn. Who Are You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2176915271296740743?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2176915271296740743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2176915271296740743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2176915271296740743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2176915271296740743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5466387912864501906</id><published>2010-02-10T18:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:28:28.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Life?</title><content type='html'>This has a little bit to do with the post before, sorry for the repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life. It's a statement that we constantly hear. From the song by Bon Jovi, to the classical statement of "It's my life, I can do what I want!" Fortunately, that's not the entire truth. It's not really our life. We tend to ignore the simple and profound fact that our lives belong to God. Yes, we have been granted agency, but to believe that we should use our agency solely for our benefit, for our life, is to ignore the true purpose for our agency. The greatest purpose we can have in life is to serve others; whether that is our family and friends, or the people suffering in Haiti. Each day we should seek out God's will, and then proceed to do it. If we are asked to serve at times of inconvenience, we must be willing to accept the call and serve. By doing so, we will find that the days are better, that our lives proceed more smoothly, and that we are happier. We will become better people, and we will become more capable of serving those within our sphere of influence. So is it really our life? It's our life in that we can indeed choose to do what we will, we have been given agency. However, we should utilize our agency in order to give our lives to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for [God's] sake shall find it." Matthew 16:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5466387912864501906?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5466387912864501906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5466387912864501906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5466387912864501906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5466387912864501906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s My Life?'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-6608290805582883723</id><published>2010-02-01T21:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:44:01.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bruzzelasclean.com/images/Construction_Hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 241px;" src="http://bruzzelasclean.com/images/Construction_Hammer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer hits the nail every time. Strike after strike it slowly builds the work of the Master. Nail after nail is pieced together. The hammer, intent on his work, is unable to see the bigger picture. He is aware of only two things, the nail, and the Master's hand. He moves on, unaware of what lies ahead, of when the job will be finished. Occasionally, after the continuous pounding, the continuous work, the head begins to crack and the metal begins to fail. The Master, recognizing the strain, places his tool into the fires of the furnace, and reshapes, remakes it until it is better, more capable to continue its work. And so the work goes on under the capable and understanding hands of the master. The tool is still unable to completely understand the work he is engaged in, but through previous experience he begins to understand in a small manner what he is a part of. The work takes shape, and the tool moves on; from nail to nail, from place to place, always working, always in the Master's hand. At times he questions. He questions the strain, the strain with seemingly little reward. But what he fails to realize is that through the constant refinement, cracks, and strain he has grown. He has grown more than he could have ever done without the constant strain under the Master's hand. And it has moved the work forward. Perhaps in only a small way, a nail here, a nail there; the work is stronger. And what more, it has brought Joy, indescribable Joy. And he serves the purpose for which he was created, and what a glorious purpose it is. To be a tool in the Master's hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-6608290805582883723?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6608290805582883723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=6608290805582883723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6608290805582883723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6608290805582883723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/02/tool_01.html' title='A Tool'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4150462431522306455</id><published>2010-01-23T16:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:39:12.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda Bottles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/S1uIaojwZjI/AAAAAAAAAno/zpfFm6qxhlo/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/S1uIaojwZjI/AAAAAAAAAno/zpfFm6qxhlo/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430083766870631986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a picture in my archives. SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4150462431522306455?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4150462431522306455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4150462431522306455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4150462431522306455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4150462431522306455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/soda-bottles.html' title='Soda Bottles'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/S1uIaojwZjI/AAAAAAAAAno/zpfFm6qxhlo/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2059070222183569973</id><published>2010-01-08T17:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:08:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Testament of Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>This is a post I've been thinking about writing for a while now, I'd appreciate it if you took the time to read it, though if you don't I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggests, this post will deal chiefly with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt;, my testimony of it, and particularly my testimony that it is in fact another testament of Jesus Christ. For those that are unaware of the history of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt; I will give it here briefly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt; is a history of a number of civilizations that lived on the American continent covering from approximately 600 B.C. to 400 A.D. This record was written by prophets that were called of God to write this history, similar to the prophets of the Old and New Testament. Their record was preserved by the hand of God and brought forth through the modern day prophet Joseph Smith. The crowning event of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;consists of Christ's visit to the American continent as our resurrected Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the coming forth of the Book of Mormon is concisely stated in both the title and introduction of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt;, as well as throughout the book itself; namely for the purpose of "convincing the Jew and Gentile that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus is the Christ, the Eternal God" (&lt;/span&gt;italics added). Thus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt; is in every way Another Testament of Jesus Christ. It not only contains within it a record of Christ coming to the Americas as the ressurected Lord; and thus contains the testimonies of thousands who witnessed and bore record that Christ lives, that he threw off the bonds of death, and became the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living &lt;/span&gt;Christ, but it bears testimony in every chapter, on every page, that Jesus is the Christ, the Savior of all the world, and through Him are all people able to be saved. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;thus consistently bears testimony of this powerful truth. That is its purpose. Its purpose is to add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;testament to the world that Christ is indeed the Savior of the world, and that He lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would argue that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;serves to discredit the Bible and diminish its importance. However, rather than serving to diminish the Bible it serves to srenghten it by further bearing testimony of Christ, his divine work and heritage, and his ressurection. It again bears testimony that Jesus is the Christ. It testifies that Christ truly cares for and manifests himself to all nations, and provides clear evidence for Christ's statement in John 10:16 where He states "other sheep I have which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice". Thus, it testifies that Christ desires for all people to know of Him and of the hope He brings for all mankind. It further testifies of the vital importance of His mission and of the fact that He lives by providing us with further knowledge on His atoning sacrifice. Furthermore, through the very fact that we have this book it testifies of modern day revelation and that God truly still speaks to man, and that they desire for us, for you, for me, to know of their eternal plan for us. It is thus an expression for God's love for us as it serves to give the world further proof that Christ is the living Savior of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bear testimony that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;is in every way the word of God. That it was in truth brought forth through the power of God and through his prophet Joseph Smith. I testify that it is more than stories and fables, it is a true history, and the events that are recorded in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;are in every way real. I testify that it truly bears record of the power and divinity of Jesus as the Christ, the literal Son of God. I bear testimony that it was brought forth upon this earth for the purpose of bringing happiness to all mankind. I know and have felt of its power in my life, and I know that it contains within it the words of God which are meant to bring happiness to our lives. I further bear testimony that Jesus is the Christ, that through Him we can all be saved, and that through Him we can return to a Father in Heaven that loves us. He loves us truly as a parent loves us, for such he is, and his love for us is more powerful and pure than we can possibly comprehend. I have felt that love for me and for everyone burn within my soul throughout my life. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;it to be real and true. I further testify that the Atonement of Christ is a reality. It is not an imagined story or a false hope. It is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt;. His atoning sacrifice, freely given, provides us with the way to return to our Heavenly Home. Jesus is the Christ, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon &lt;/span&gt;is his word. Of these things I solemnly bear testimony in the name of our Savior, Lord, and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2059070222183569973?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2059070222183569973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2059070222183569973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2059070222183569973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2059070222183569973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-testament-of-jesus-christ.html' title='Another Testament of Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8351970789127614336</id><published>2010-01-02T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:36:41.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>With the coming of the new year I've been struck by how much quickly time has passed. Looking back at the past years I realized that the Salt Lake Winter Olympics were held 8 years ago, John Stockton retired in 2003, and in the year 2000 I was only 8 years old... It doesn't seem nearly that long ago. Now with the upcoming year I'm struck with new horizons which I thought would never come. In only nine months I'll be entering college as a freshman, hopefully at BYU, and in only a year I'll be old enough to serve a mission. In a year and a half I could be in a foreign country, speaking a foreign language, knowing nobody, and attempting to communicate with them something I hold close a. It's a scary prospect, but one I look forward to with hope and confidence. However, the fact that it lies only a year and a half a way is daunting. I am struck with the fact that I face what is essentially the beginning of my life. The past 18 years have been merely preparation for what is about to come, beginning my life away from home... It's scary to think how far I've come, and scarier yet to look at how far I have to go. Yet, I'm positive that the new year will bring a plethora of exciting new experiences which will only continue to prepare me for my life to come. So I look forward to the future a little apprehensive but with hope, excitement, and confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8351970789127614336?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8351970789127614336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8351970789127614336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8351970789127614336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8351970789127614336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2049447652018632111</id><published>2010-01-02T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:22:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My House At Christmastime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sz__Rdkk45I/AAAAAAAAAng/RiOtiDrojZI/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sz__Rdkk45I/AAAAAAAAAng/RiOtiDrojZI/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333151838266258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2049447652018632111?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2049447652018632111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2049447652018632111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2049447652018632111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2049447652018632111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-house-at-christmastime.html' title='My House At Christmastime'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sz__Rdkk45I/AAAAAAAAAng/RiOtiDrojZI/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-6318608854748242536</id><published>2009-12-12T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:24:02.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the blue sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SyReSifY63I/AAAAAAAAAnY/gJubixduTDY/s1600-h/blue+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SyReSifY63I/AAAAAAAAAnY/gJubixduTDY/s400/blue+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414556324595297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-6318608854748242536?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6318608854748242536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=6318608854748242536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6318608854748242536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6318608854748242536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-blue-sky.html' title='missing the blue sky'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SyReSifY63I/AAAAAAAAAnY/gJubixduTDY/s72-c/blue+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7960076459116278363</id><published>2009-11-28T20:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:25:18.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SxHpYlENDUI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KLerteBNf9E/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SxHpYlENDUI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KLerteBNf9E/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409361235924553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SxHpYOwSV0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/eTt3Oz_ehx0/s1600/ice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SxHpYOwSV0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/eTt3Oz_ehx0/s400/ice2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409361229935433538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7960076459116278363?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7960076459116278363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7960076459116278363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7960076459116278363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7960076459116278363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-and-winter.html' title='Christmas and Winter'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SxHpYlENDUI/AAAAAAAAAnI/KLerteBNf9E/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-6469708804122606435</id><published>2009-11-09T20:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:14:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity</title><content type='html'>Opportunities. They come and go, sometimes fleetingly, they come at times in just a whisper, and at other times they come knocking and screaming at your door. But always they leave you with a choice. You can accept and pursue, or you can shut your door and continue to live your life as if you had never heard, nor felt, "opportunity knocking". Opportunities allow us to improve upon ourselves, whether the opportunity is good or bad. By choosing to accept and pursue a good opportunity we grow, the same stands for refusing the bad opportunities with which we are presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day we are constantly presented with various opportunities whether we are aware of them or not. The key is to look and seek for the opportunities that are presented; the doors that are half cracked with the light of improvement and self discovery, shining through to awaken your mind and soul to your own possibilities. However, it is difficult to see that light if we are so focused inward that we pass by the open door. Thus opportunities often lie in helping others, in selfless acts of service, love, and care. When we turn outward and look to help others, we are able to witness opportunities for our own growth, while simultaneously opening the doors for others. So look outward, be aware of those around you, look for those opportunities to grow and share. The doors are opened, all you have to do is step forward and pass the threshold, entering a realm of new possibilities, of Opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-6469708804122606435?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6469708804122606435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=6469708804122606435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6469708804122606435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6469708804122606435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/11/opportunity.html' title='Opportunity'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7518612553997376972</id><published>2009-11-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:38:59.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Su5LJ9rSA8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1BonXKaNZcw/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Su5LJ9rSA8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1BonXKaNZcw/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335637810807746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7518612553997376972?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7518612553997376972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7518612553997376972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7518612553997376972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7518612553997376972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-and-gold_26.html' title='Blue and Gold'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Su5LJ9rSA8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/1BonXKaNZcw/s72-c/DSC_0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2190916454848398808</id><published>2009-10-31T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T06:00:08.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Ssoi_4zDRpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NkY73lAJnyM/s1600-h/moon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Ssoi_4zDRpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NkY73lAJnyM/s400/moon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389158385075832466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2190916454848398808?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2190916454848398808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2190916454848398808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2190916454848398808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2190916454848398808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Ssoi_4zDRpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NkY73lAJnyM/s72-c/moon3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3338710643020346588</id><published>2009-10-27T18:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:15:17.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country, State, and so much more.</title><content type='html'>So, I've refrained from writing this post for awhile now, mostly because I've still had to sort out all my emotions from that eventful day. This past Wednesday I ran in what may be the last Cross Country race of my high school career, and indeed arguably the most important one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year of cross country has been amazing. Our team was incredibly strong and fast, and we had a bond that I have never quite felt before in our previous teams. I know I express the sentiments of the whole team when I say that we truly became brothers. Each and every one of us cares about every other member of the team, and we each expected and desired the best out of each other. I believe that we got the best out of everyone. We dedicated ourselves from June 8th to October 21st, and we reaped the fruits of our labors. My head swims with the memories of all those six o'clock summer practices, each trail run and each speed work, from Lambs Canyon, to Cottonwood Complex. And it all came to a head on October 21st, the day of the State Championship race. I won't go over the details of the race, because that's not what this post is about, but I will say we took 4th place in 5A and 5th place overall. It is a very admirable accomplishment, and I am very proud of what my team did. So, if any of you saw me after the race you're probably wondering why I was so emotional about it (yes I cried). And I've got to say, it's not regret, the team did wonderfully, and I know I gave it my all that day, there was nothing I could have done that would have made me race better. Rather, I'm sad at the realization that Cross Country is over for me. I dedicated essentially three years of my life to this sport. I ran almost every day for three years, and then all of a sudden... it just ended. I'm still pretty sad about it all, but I am extremely grateful that I had the opportunity to run, and that I was able to run with such a great group of guys. It's been an amazing journey, and I'm sorry it's had to come to an end, but I say to Coach Olsen and the rest of the team, thanks for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey through cross country has been what I would call a journey of discovery. I started Cross Country as a weak runner, I couldn't run 2 miles without stopping. I remember my first day well, I ran our "Del Taco" run, a four mile run with a large hill. Frankly, it was brutal, I don't think I'd ever experienced quite so much physical exertion and exhaustion. But, I wanted to run, don't ask me why, it was just something I had to do. So I kept at it, I trained and ran mile after mile, my eyes always looking forward to what I could become. So I've trained for three years and discovered a little about myself through running. I discovered I can run, I can dedicate myself to something, I can lead, and I can pursue a dream, even through adversity. There's a lot more than that, but those are what I'll share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country is my passion, and it always will be. I love the feeling of team brotherhood that comes from it, and believe it or not, I love the feeling of being utterly exhausted after a race or hard work out. That sense of accomplishment, of hard work, of growth, I have yet to experience in any other place. So I've finally discovered, that's why I run, to work hard, and to work towards my potential, to become the best I can be. So, as you could probably guess, after the end of the season I feel a little lost. I've lost something that allowed me to lead and be part of a team that I love, and I've lost a piece of me that has been with me for the past three years. Frankly, now I don't know quite where to go with my running, but I do know this, I'm going to run, whether on my own, or for a college. Whatever is, I'm going to run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3338710643020346588?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3338710643020346588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3338710643020346588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3338710643020346588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3338710643020346588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/cross-country-state-and-so-much-more.html' title='Cross Country, State, and so much more.'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5489646402208074951</id><published>2009-10-26T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:05:32.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYc8Ri073I/AAAAAAAAAmk/yr7wgNthrOs/s1600-h/wagon+wheel+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYc8Ri073I/AAAAAAAAAmk/yr7wgNthrOs/s400/wagon+wheel+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033025277325170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYc7wcTtNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/iwFEmnUjsh8/s1600-h/duckpondbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYc7wcTtNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/iwFEmnUjsh8/s400/duckpondbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033016391611602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYctrn5SyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/f05wZhraPvE/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYctrn5SyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/f05wZhraPvE/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032774579866402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYctIG13gI/AAAAAAAAAmM/l1zSxfmmgzk/s1600-h/dane+wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYctIG13gI/AAAAAAAAAmM/l1zSxfmmgzk/s400/dane+wheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032765045988866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYcs3mywdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eEk90rAgYoI/s1600-h/bridge2reedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYcs3mywdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eEk90rAgYoI/s400/bridge2reedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032760616600018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYcsJ5HaCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rmdrpf4GpFc/s1600-h/blue+sky+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYcsJ5HaCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/rmdrpf4GpFc/s400/blue+sky+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032748345419810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYcrd6lhcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Zco97ny--H8/s1600-h/barelybetterbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYcrd6lhcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Zco97ny--H8/s400/barelybetterbridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032736540427714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my first "official" "photo shoot" the other day. My uncle wanted me to try and take some family photos for him. So, the pictures aren't that great, but I learned quite a bit so hopefully next time they'll be better. Here are some of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5489646402208074951?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5489646402208074951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5489646402208074951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5489646402208074951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5489646402208074951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuYc8Ri073I/AAAAAAAAAmk/yr7wgNthrOs/s72-c/wagon+wheel+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5766966161992436417</id><published>2009-10-23T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:32:51.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fall to winter rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuKDPDd6TLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tdowP-f5Rho/s1600-h/pink+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuKDPDd6TLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tdowP-f5Rho/s400/pink+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396019598195313842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is kind of a weird style, but I like the mood this photo makes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5766966161992436417?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5766966161992436417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5766966161992436417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5766966161992436417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5766966161992436417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-to-winter-rose.html' title='fall to winter rose'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuKDPDd6TLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tdowP-f5Rho/s72-c/pink+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8725703880883814368</id><published>2009-10-22T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:18:50.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuEum2uXl4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/3BUXLF4acsI/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuEum2uXl4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/3BUXLF4acsI/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395645073626470274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8725703880883814368?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8725703880883814368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8725703880883814368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8725703880883814368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8725703880883814368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-leaves.html' title='Fall Leaves'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SuEum2uXl4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/3BUXLF4acsI/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1019393577125171442</id><published>2009-10-21T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:07:29.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach for the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/St_MLX0j70I/AAAAAAAAAlU/t4Mkj0fCQzo/s1600-h/Blue+Sky+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/St_MLX0j70I/AAAAAAAAAlU/t4Mkj0fCQzo/s400/Blue+Sky+Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395255374358245186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another tree, sooc, except for an annoying house that was in the corner, it just wouldn't leave the frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1019393577125171442?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1019393577125171442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1019393577125171442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1019393577125171442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1019393577125171442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-tree-sooc-except-for-annoying.html' title='Reach for the sky'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/St_MLX0j70I/AAAAAAAAAlU/t4Mkj0fCQzo/s72-c/Blue+Sky+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-919976977613060288</id><published>2009-10-20T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:35:00.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/St5XJFvZknI/AAAAAAAAAlM/YwXImsLiAJM/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/St5XJFvZknI/AAAAAAAAAlM/YwXImsLiAJM/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394845217307857522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-919976977613060288?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/919976977613060288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=919976977613060288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/919976977613060288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/919976977613060288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/St5XJFvZknI/AAAAAAAAAlM/YwXImsLiAJM/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4787824554657982311</id><published>2009-10-18T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:37:40.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Stve-ih2dOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bGpcVFvcI6Y/s1600-h/Golden+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Stve-ih2dOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bGpcVFvcI6Y/s400/Golden+Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150144708343010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only editing on this one was I had to remove a fence somewhere in the picture, but I won't tell you where :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4787824554657982311?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4787824554657982311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4787824554657982311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4787824554657982311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4787824554657982311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/golden-tree.html' title='Golden Tree'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Stve-ih2dOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bGpcVFvcI6Y/s72-c/Golden+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2277392985481258563</id><published>2009-10-13T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:30:24.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>Your mind's racing and it feels as if, were you to relax your focus for just one moment, your brains would come spilling out your ears and you would collapse into a blissful peace and quiet. But you can't let that happen, so you keep repeating, focus, focus, focus, focus, and then you realize you're just repeating something and not focusing on anything, your mind is completely dead but alive. So you lose focus on "focus" and your mind begins to wander. It moves through all kinds of things, physics school math running state region, and all kinds of things, all jumbled up there in that brain of yours making no coherent sense combined with a bunch of random emotions that don't even belong there. Random things from the complexity of the universe to what did I even have for lunch today. Your mind's dead but at the same time it's racing faster than the speed of light, thinking, changing, creating, and destroying all at the same time, and you lay there completely unable to control it, a puppet of your thoughtless thoughtful mind with drool hanging from your mouth and your eyes beginning to shut as your neck slowly gives in to gravity and your head begins to drop. Yet your mind races on. What am I feeling, what am I supposed to be feeling, what's going on, why am I even here, questions, questions, questions, no answers, at least not ones that make sense. Random swirls of color swim inside your mind tantalizing forming the beginnings of any coherent thought, but then it's gone replaced by different swirls, thoughts, emotions. Your focus deepens and yet grows more shallow, thoughts become more random yet more centralized, and slowly... slowly through the haze of thoughts colors emotions comes a single coherent and brilliant realization. I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2277392985481258563?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2277392985481258563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2277392985481258563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2277392985481258563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2277392985481258563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4685008451444918684</id><published>2009-10-11T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:05:12.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Region</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Region... Region was a race with a lot of mixed feelings for me... Here are the results, the Boy's team finished second to American Fork and beat Pleasant Grove by one point. It was a very good accomplishment, and I am very proud of my team. Our JV squad also finished second to American Fork, something that I am very proud of. However, I somehow still feel as if I'm missing something, I'm not exactly satisfied with our performance. The problem is... I don't like second place. Some would think that finishing second to arguably one of the best teams in the state would be a major accomplishment, something to be extremely happy with and proud of, and I am proud of it. But at the same time... I want to win, and I believe that we can do it. Our Captain from last year made a very good point, why do we run a race? It's because there's no guarantee who's going to win it, no matter how good everyone thinks a team is, they can still be beat, anything can happen, that's why we race.&lt;/span&gt; So, I leave region with mixed feelings, I feel the accomplishment of finishing second, but at the same time, there's the slightest bitter tinge from a "not quite", so I leave the race determined to work harder, and to push harder, and to look forward to the State meet with high hopes and expectations.  It's gonna be good! So leave you with this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Life’s battles don't always go to the strongest or fastest man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; sooner or later the man who wins is the fellow who thinks he can.”&lt;br /&gt;-Pre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4685008451444918684?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4685008451444918684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4685008451444918684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4685008451444918684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4685008451444918684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/region.html' title='Region'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5739325487761048716</id><published>2009-10-05T10:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:59:13.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SsolxZnJRRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/mI7EnDGyXks/s1600-h/bwsoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SsolxZnJRRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/mI7EnDGyXks/s400/bwsoccer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389161434721109266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Ssolw_ktd4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/7ElqV8acPjA/s1600-h/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Ssolw_ktd4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/7ElqV8acPjA/s400/oops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389161427731576706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5739325487761048716?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5739325487761048716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5739325487761048716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5739325487761048716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5739325487761048716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SsolxZnJRRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/mI7EnDGyXks/s72-c/bwsoccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-874584778125027096</id><published>2009-10-04T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:59:55.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SsjGbpdbk7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/L_NTuufGyyw/s1600-h/moon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SsjGbpdbk7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/L_NTuufGyyw/s400/moon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775132436861874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-874584778125027096?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/874584778125027096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=874584778125027096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/874584778125027096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/874584778125027096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/10/moon-halo.html' title='Moon Halo'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SsjGbpdbk7I/AAAAAAAAAj0/L_NTuufGyyw/s72-c/moon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-9155072398509325269</id><published>2009-09-27T16:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:45:17.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things take a while to get going, to happen. The key is to not give up, to keep moving forward, and to keep your eye on the prize. Eventually things will start moving, and in the end you'll realize you wouldn't have had it happen any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-9155072398509325269?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/9155072398509325269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=9155072398509325269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/9155072398509325269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/9155072398509325269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8236407418815173106</id><published>2009-09-23T18:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:55:58.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea what to name this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrrDW6b4PII/AAAAAAAAAjs/dr4MT2BdoEU/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrrDW6b4PII/AAAAAAAAAjs/dr4MT2BdoEU/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384831102885575810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8236407418815173106?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8236407418815173106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8236407418815173106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8236407418815173106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8236407418815173106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooc.html' title='I have no idea what to name this'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrrDW6b4PII/AAAAAAAAAjs/dr4MT2BdoEU/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1053732631662949657</id><published>2009-09-17T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:00:05.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrBZkqHdo6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/1WK6FWRXWqQ/s1600-h/Cabin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrBZkqHdo6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/1WK6FWRXWqQ/s400/Cabin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381900041023497122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1053732631662949657?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1053732631662949657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1053732631662949657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1053732631662949657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1053732631662949657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/cabin.html' title='Cabin'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrBZkqHdo6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/1WK6FWRXWqQ/s72-c/Cabin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4513747217360752638</id><published>2009-09-15T17:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:47:01.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrAm4wksy6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Lrv8New_E5w/s1600-h/leafbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrAm4wksy6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Lrv8New_E5w/s400/leafbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381844311261105058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrAm39knOHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/L4eTcH_qmz4/s1600-h/Leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrAm39knOHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/L4eTcH_qmz4/s400/Leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381844297570531442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so more black and white, people liked it so I figured I'd try it again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4513747217360752638?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4513747217360752638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4513747217360752638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4513747217360752638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4513747217360752638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaf.html' title='The Leaf'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SrAm4wksy6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Lrv8New_E5w/s72-c/leafbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1773758703624801221</id><published>2009-09-14T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:00:00.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq2Xeit5JbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NoHv7rT2mhk/s1600-h/Thebirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq2Xeit5JbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NoHv7rT2mhk/s400/Thebirds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123680748774834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq2XePDZEiI/AAAAAAAAAis/LV895cYW4Gc/s1600-h/Thebirdsbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq2XePDZEiI/AAAAAAAAAis/LV895cYW4Gc/s400/Thebirdsbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123675470238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two different edits on the same image, opinions on which one is better are welcome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1773758703624801221?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1773758703624801221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1773758703624801221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1773758703624801221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1773758703624801221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds.html' title='The Birds'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq2Xeit5JbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NoHv7rT2mhk/s72-c/Thebirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3588274203054063204</id><published>2009-09-13T13:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:09:30.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq1DFgSpkEI/AAAAAAAAAic/pRk4qgVBkHk/s1600-h/silver+lake+pano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq1DFgSpkEI/AAAAAAAAAic/pRk4qgVBkHk/s400/silver+lake+pano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381030891624173634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a panorama I took and the program I used was a demo so it left a water mark thing that would take too much time to edit out properly so the watermark is kind of annoying, but I like the picture. Oh and of course click on it, it's kind of small otherwise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3588274203054063204?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3588274203054063204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3588274203054063204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3588274203054063204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3588274203054063204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/panorama.html' title='Panorama'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sq1DFgSpkEI/AAAAAAAAAic/pRk4qgVBkHk/s72-c/silver+lake+pano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8006607298534329101</id><published>2009-09-11T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:52:49.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>Eight years ago this nation experienced a tragic event of seismic proportions. It shook the nation to its very core and caused sorrow among millions of Americans across the nation. On September 11, 2001, terrorists attacked this nation, the first true attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor. It was a time when the nation drew together in order to confront a common enemy,  a time when our nation was forced to remember that there exists threats throughout the world that desire to destroy America and all that it stands for. It was a day that plunged us into a war.&lt;br /&gt;It often seems that people are quick to forget the past, and too quick to ignore the ramifications of the present. Eight years ago the nation drew together and almost unanimously voiced their support for what has become known as the "War on Terror". Yet not soon after, people called for bringing the troops home and abandoning the mission that they had set out on. A mission that had been prompted by the deaths of hundreds of Americans as they plunged to their deaths in a burning tower. Deaths that had awakened America to a realization of the evils and dangers of this world, and drawn attention to the suffering of millions of people throughout Iraq and Afghanistan. Yet it seems we have forgotten. We have forgotten the sacrifice of those firefighters, those soldiers, and the leaders of our nation, as they sought to secure and protect their citizens, as well as better the lives of millions who chafed under the regimes of horrid dictators. We have forgotten the fear and indignation that gripped us after we experienced a terrorist attack on our soil. We have forgotten that there still exists nations where these attacks happen almost daily, where innocent people die at the hands of evil men. Let us not forget. We must remember that evils exist in this world, and that many times each of us have the power to stop those evils, whether they be crazed terrorist attacks or the bullyings that exist all around us. Should we sit passively by and allow those evils to exist and exert their power over those around us? I think not. So let us remember the sacrifices of those who give their lives to stop those evils, and remember our pride and history as a nation. Let us not forget 9/11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8006607298534329101?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8006607298534329101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8006607298534329101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8006607298534329101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8006607298534329101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5657494247026718503</id><published>2009-09-10T21:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:07:57.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sqm-bDjJ6OI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UEk0TYotTTA/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sqm-bDjJ6OI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UEk0TYotTTA/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380040601889269986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5657494247026718503?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5657494247026718503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5657494247026718503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5657494247026718503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5657494247026718503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/rock-wall.html' title='Rock Wall'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sqm-bDjJ6OI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UEk0TYotTTA/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7063811871956403846</id><published>2009-09-09T19:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:31:22.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>Believing... Sometimes it's a difficult thing to do. It's strange, sometimes you can't believe the possibility that something amazing could ever happen to you, or that you could conceivably be incredible. But it's possible, it's believable. Every single person is capable of great things, of things beyond what they feel they are capable of. We all have incredible potential, whether it's in tennis, running, music, academics, or any other pursuit. Every single one of us have a gift, something that we can become incredible at if we are willing to put in the time and effort to do so. But first, we have to believe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7063811871956403846?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7063811871956403846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7063811871956403846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7063811871956403846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7063811871956403846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8066895495031395571</id><published>2009-09-09T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:22:51.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sqg4sHr3rhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/JAefr97lpP8/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sqg4sHr3rhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/JAefr97lpP8/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379612085522509330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8066895495031395571?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8066895495031395571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8066895495031395571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8066895495031395571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8066895495031395571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/cave.html' title='The Cave'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sqg4sHr3rhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/JAefr97lpP8/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8928090020541807531</id><published>2009-09-07T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:37:06.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faucet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqXDLfrXzpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/PDMOihPZvnc/s1600-h/Faucet+drip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqXDLfrXzpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/PDMOihPZvnc/s400/Faucet+drip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378919932213317266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8928090020541807531?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8928090020541807531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8928090020541807531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8928090020541807531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8928090020541807531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/faucet.html' title='Faucet'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqXDLfrXzpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/PDMOihPZvnc/s72-c/Faucet+drip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-897269228492102953</id><published>2009-09-07T10:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:43:48.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqU4H7QI01I/AAAAAAAAAh8/7JOfWCCjpW8/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqU4H7QI01I/AAAAAAAAAh8/7JOfWCCjpW8/s400/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378767038779544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-897269228492102953?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/897269228492102953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=897269228492102953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/897269228492102953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/897269228492102953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/peaches.html' title='Peaches'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqU4H7QI01I/AAAAAAAAAh8/7JOfWCCjpW8/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8586747251044120122</id><published>2009-09-05T21:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:11:14.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqMoGJfBwYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LuaYNXb7P4g/s1600-h/Night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqMoGJfBwYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LuaYNXb7P4g/s400/Night.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378186466100887938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was out camping and it was pretty pitch black. The light in the sky comes from the city lights in the valley reflecting off the clouds. It's obviously edited to make it a little better. And for the record it's really hard to take pictures with 20 second exposures without a tripod :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8586747251044120122?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8586747251044120122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8586747251044120122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8586747251044120122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8586747251044120122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SqMoGJfBwYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LuaYNXb7P4g/s72-c/Night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2462627738185263812</id><published>2009-09-02T20:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:00:24.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Daughter Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sp8xO1xqO3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/5vwzA7LxB0o/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sp8xO1xqO3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/5vwzA7LxB0o/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377070611126958962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2462627738185263812?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2462627738185263812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2462627738185263812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2462627738185263812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2462627738185263812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/father-daughter-hike.html' title='Father Daughter Hike'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sp8xO1xqO3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/5vwzA7LxB0o/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2751625222755656070</id><published>2009-09-01T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:00:13.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SpxuyQS7t2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/ne731yF34mw/s1600-h/VideoGame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SpxuyQS7t2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/ne731yF34mw/s400/VideoGame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376293864820422498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2751625222755656070?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2751625222755656070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2751625222755656070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2751625222755656070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2751625222755656070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/09/brain-wash.html' title='Brain Wash'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SpxuyQS7t2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/ne731yF34mw/s72-c/VideoGame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7169695406667396101</id><published>2009-08-31T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:00:11.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spm3cSUBoiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zla4fLBYI2U/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spm3cSUBoiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zla4fLBYI2U/s400/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375529326823449122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7169695406667396101?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7169695406667396101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7169695406667396101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7169695406667396101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7169695406667396101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/storm_31.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spm3cSUBoiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zla4fLBYI2U/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7074886458105608405</id><published>2009-08-30T11:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:38:35.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spq4rBKQhSI/AAAAAAAAAhc/X96tq-z3f-8/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spq4rBKQhSI/AAAAAAAAAhc/X96tq-z3f-8/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375812154405455138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my few non nature shots. sooc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7074886458105608405?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7074886458105608405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7074886458105608405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7074886458105608405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7074886458105608405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/stool.html' title='Stool'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spq4rBKQhSI/AAAAAAAAAhc/X96tq-z3f-8/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1003224831028031955</id><published>2009-08-29T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:40:46.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Aspens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SpmuYMS66jI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S_H1FqXnN_w/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SpmuYMS66jI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S_H1FqXnN_w/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375519360884075058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Spmt7VXz-FI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rxfaL-OVY2A/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1003224831028031955?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1003224831028031955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1003224831028031955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1003224831028031955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1003224831028031955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-aspens.html' title='More Aspens'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SpmuYMS66jI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S_H1FqXnN_w/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-6690035814109777432</id><published>2009-08-21T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:23:55.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/So9xnybc42I/AAAAAAAAAg0/trR-S3Jk85w/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/So9xnybc42I/AAAAAAAAAg0/trR-S3Jk85w/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372637808842040162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooc, can't decide if I want to crop it a little bit though... definitely click on this one, otherwise you'll probably miss the whole point of this picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-6690035814109777432?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6690035814109777432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=6690035814109777432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6690035814109777432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6690035814109777432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/ant.html' title='Ant'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/So9xnybc42I/AAAAAAAAAg0/trR-S3Jk85w/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4857789508243994115</id><published>2009-08-20T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:34:57.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/So1nQUm6diI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7MSAdf-JOK0/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/So1nQUm6diI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7MSAdf-JOK0/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372063460630361634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4857789508243994115?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4857789508243994115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4857789508243994115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4857789508243994115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4857789508243994115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/aspens.html' title='Aspens'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/So1nQUm6diI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7MSAdf-JOK0/s72-c/DSC_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1629300347628343045</id><published>2009-08-19T18:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:35:07.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pine Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoyTzXSUq6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-QUxwOvSpak/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoyTzXSUq6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-QUxwOvSpak/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371830966179638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1629300347628343045?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1629300347628343045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1629300347628343045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1629300347628343045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1629300347628343045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/pine-sky.html' title='Pine Sky'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoyTzXSUq6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-QUxwOvSpak/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4136733257461026858</id><published>2009-08-16T16:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:35:17.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoiMtjA5xMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7Gf-dgnoaks/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoiMtjA5xMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7Gf-dgnoaks/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370697269760345282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on it you can see the detail a little better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4136733257461026858?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4136733257461026858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4136733257461026858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4136733257461026858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4136733257461026858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/dandelion.html' title='Dandelion'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoiMtjA5xMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7Gf-dgnoaks/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-726066019733000317</id><published>2009-08-10T10:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:08:27.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trek</title><content type='html'>Well I know how most everyone hates reading long blog posts so I'll keep this one relatively short. Trek was an incredible experience one I'm not likely to forget, though I'd gone once before I must say this one was much more memorable. I made new friends and had a great time, but beyond that, as my mom describes it, it was like being in the temple for three days. The spirit was almost thick around some of the areas we visited, particularly Rock Creek, Martin's Cove, and Rocky Ridge. You could feel it permeate the air and fill your body and soul, I would definitely say it is one of the most sacred places on earth. I won't go into any of the details on what I thought about or the things I realized and what not, but suffice it to say that I learned and realized a lot about things, especially myself. It was an amazing experience and frankly, I wish I could be back there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSWmMJUkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/vvbFhJTl9D4/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSWmMJUkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/vvbFhJTl9D4/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381303987720770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSGCLrDQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-BKUfr93qMs/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSGCLrDQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-BKUfr93qMs/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381019444153602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the Handcart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSG-xpfPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9GsFy4D3q7U/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSG-xpfPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9GsFy4D3q7U/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381035709562098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through a little mud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSGp7MP_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/uxF4ya9LLYA/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSGp7MP_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/uxF4ya9LLYA/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381030112444402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals of the family on the women's pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSF8K4iwI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Eivu2oCXnxE/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSF8K4iwI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Eivu2oCXnxE/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381017830230786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling through the sweetwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBTz_34XNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hqUVkvEP_4M/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBTz_34XNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hqUVkvEP_4M/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368382908609879250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and TK playing the face game while waiting in line for the bano :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-726066019733000317?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/726066019733000317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=726066019733000317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/726066019733000317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/726066019733000317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/trek.html' title='Trek'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SoBSWmMJUkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/vvbFhJTl9D4/s72-c/IMG_1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7072491268518893171</id><published>2009-08-03T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:07:07.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Update</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking that before I head out to Trek I'd give a quick update on how Cross is going, I can't believe how long it's been since I posted about running! Summer Training, one of the things I most look forward to throughout the year. Granted it has involved waking up at 5:30 just about every morning this summer, but it's definitely been worth it! It's awesome to spend time with friends as we push our bodies to the limit on speed days, and sometimes just talk on the easy days. Plus, we do a ton of trail runs, one of the things I most love about running. Our team is also looking good, and most of the time we've had a pretty good showing for our team. We've also got a really solid group of guys, and since we're all around similar times we help push each other through the workouts, and push each other to reach our full potential every time we run. We're all working towards the same goal, and we all demand the best out of ourselves and out of each of our teammates. It's amazing how quickly this summer has gone by, we're already reaching the tail end of our summer training, in fact, our first race is in 19 days, the 22nd. At that point we'll get to see the fruits of our hard summer labors. And then we keep training and racing for that ultimate goal of region and state. It's going to be a very tough season due to the region change. Right now we have 3 of the top 4 schools from last years State Competition in our region. Still, we're looking forward to the challenge, and it's definitely going to be a good season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7072491268518893171?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7072491268518893171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7072491268518893171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7072491268518893171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7072491268518893171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/cross-update.html' title='Cross Update'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5496359092493963639</id><published>2009-08-03T17:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:27:21.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that feeling when you need to say something, or do something, but you just don't know what that something is? That's been me recently, there's been that nagging little thought at the back of my mind that I can't seem to get a hold of. That thing that's just waiting to slip off the tip of your tongue if you could only get it there. I hope I figure it out quickly, it's getting really annoying, and to top it all off for some reason I think this thought would make for a good blog post! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5496359092493963639?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5496359092493963639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5496359092493963639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5496359092493963639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5496359092493963639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-48992010648669409</id><published>2009-07-27T13:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:51:58.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To yield or not to yield, that is the question</title><content type='html'>Facebook. A craze that has swept the nation, membership ranging anywhere from 8 to 9 year olds to the aged senior. Yet, still I have managed to refrain from joining the so called "social" networking site. However, I am ashamed to say I have recently seriously considered joining. I know it's crazy, thinking of yielding to the pressures that society has created is unthinkable, yet here I sit, thinking... You see the unfortunate truth is there are some advantages to facebook, one that particularly caught my eye was when my sister advertised her blog on her facebook and promptly got 40 page views in one day, a feat I don't think I have yet achieved. Then there's also the added publicity of photos, which I would like feedback on, I like improving on my photography, but that's only possible if people actually tell me if it's good or not, it's hard to be completely objective on your own work. And of course there's the small but obvious benefit, staying in touch with all your friends, close, and not so close, as well as getting a different view into the lives they lead. Those are the advantages. However, there are also several clear disadvantages to be had with facebook, and I'm not talking about the supposed security breaches, although if any of you are wondering my social security number is xxx-xx-xxxx, it's more a matter of time. Facebook, as I have witnessed myself, can turn into somewhat of an obsessive habit causing people to forget eating, bathing, and even how to speak out loud. Obviously it doesn't have to be used obsessively, but there still remains that fact that it can be addictive. I don't want to waste my time on facebook, and the easiest way to keep from doing that is by not having one at all. But again, it can be controlled, the only problem is controlling it. That's the biggest disadvantage, but there are some smaller ones. For instance, my sisters could easily spy on me :), apparently they already do that, how they managed to gain access to so many of my friends on facebook is beyond me, but apparently they enjoy spying on me whenever a picture of me happens to pop up. I don't know, it's weird. :) And yes I was just joking, but not about the spying, that's just not a real reason, again it's mostly about the time. So, To yield or not to yield, that is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-48992010648669409?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/48992010648669409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=48992010648669409&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/48992010648669409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/48992010648669409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-yield-or-not-to-yield-that-is.html' title='To yield or not to yield, that is the question'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-7835675880924019772</id><published>2009-07-25T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:59:27.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedulous</title><content type='html'>So I learned a new word.&lt;br /&gt;Look it up, it's a good one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-7835675880924019772?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/7835675880924019772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=7835675880924019772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7835675880924019772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/7835675880924019772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/07/sedulous.html' title='Sedulous'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3478160491303293691</id><published>2009-07-20T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:10:35.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wildflowers, death, The Fray, and the shock of my life</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was a busy one, I began the day by waking up around seven o'clock to prepare myself for a day up in the mountains. Now if you know me at all I'm sure you know that I love being outside, particularly in the mountains. I love hiking and camping and all that good stuff, so Saturday I set out to help my good buddy Brad by doing a little service up at Alta where we would be leading wildflower walks for little kids through the basin. Now like I said before I'm an outdoorsy kind of guy, but still it shocked me how many kids actually wanted to go on a 45 minute walk just to look at flowers, sorry but that would definitely have not been my choice of activity when I was a little kid, I mean they're flowers! Anyways we led a few groups on these wildflower walks doing our best to pretend like we knew what we were talking about, in reality we had only learned the names of these flowers a week ago :), consequently we had some parents that knew a lot more than we did, which was kind of embarrassing, still it was a good service project and it was fun to hang with my buddies Brad and Joe, while spending a morning up in the mountain sun and air. After we finished the wildflower walk I headed back home and relaxed for maybe an hour or two, after that it was time to face what I'd been dreading the whole day, my 10 mile run. I really should've woken up earlier, but unfortunately that just wasn't possible, you see I have this disorder that requires that I sleep until at least seven on a Saturday, anyways, I was punished for this disorder by running at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, admittedly one of the stupidest things I've ever done. Ten miles in the heat is not something I would ever recommend. Running on the hot pavement was torture and it took me a loooong time to finish. I'm ashamed to say it but I had to stop for sprinkler breaks and such, it was just too hot. But I survived, slightly redder than before, but alive, barely. Almost immediately after I left to attend The Fray at the USANA ampitheater. It was a way fun concert and I was introduced to a lot of their songs that I'd never heard before, It was a really good concert and I'm glad I got to go there with some of my buds! After that we headed home and as I was driving home after a quick Ice cream break I had the shock of my life! I was driving along minding my own business, not speeding or anything and all of a sudden I looked out my back window and what did I see, the red and blue flashing lights of a police car. Needless to say I quickly gunned the car and made a quick break for it, there was no way I was going to be ticketed and get my license taken away! ha ha not really I pulled over, the whole time thinking that I was in major trouble. Having never been pulled over I didn't know the proper procedure, I rolled down my window and craned my head out of it trying to see if the officer was coming. When we finally came out of his car he came over to me and in a gruff voice said that I had to put both hands on the wheel and that I had to look straight forward because I'd made him nervous by looking out my window. He then proceeded to tell me.... I'd forgotten to turn my headlights on! I quickly turned them on and explained the car I was driving wasn't the one I normally drove and my car turned the lights on automatically. He took the explanation and then proceeded to ask me if I'd been drinking.... Hm not sure why he asked me that, but I answered no and then he let me go, no ticket, he didn't even ask for my license! Needles to say I was shaking for about a half hour afterward... And that was my little adventure, it was quite a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3478160491303293691?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3478160491303293691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3478160491303293691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3478160491303293691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3478160491303293691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/07/wildflowers-death-fray-and-shock-of-my.html' title='wildflowers, death, The Fray, and the shock of my life'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-5084860576488838363</id><published>2009-07-16T09:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:45:53.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A view into my deep and thoughtful self</title><content type='html'>So I've recently been reading Harry Potter 4 in an attempt to brush up on my Harry Potter background before I go and see the new movie, and in the process I figured out that Harry's fourth year was the same as being in ninth grade. This of course got me thinking about my own ninth grade experience and I realized that it will have been three years since my ninth grade year! It doesn't seem even close to being that long, in fact it seems like I was just in ninth grade, but in reality I will soon be beginning my senior year in high school, a time that in ninth grade seemed so very far away, but time passes quickly. Those three years have blown by extremely quickly, and yet it struck me how much I've changed in those three quick years. I have grown and developed mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. For example three years ago I had not started running, I was slow as dirt and didn't even know there was such a sport as cross country. Now running has become a very integral part of my life and has taught me a lot about myself and about life in general. Furthermore I've also become fairly fast, at least I would like to think so :), and I have been a varsity member of the cross country team for what's now going on three years. So that brings me to my point, my one decision to try out running and join the cross country team has had a very profound impact upon my life, it has allowed me to meet new people and create new friendships that I value highly and would probably have never had otherwise, and it has made me a better stronger person. And so as these deep and philosophical thoughts were going through my head, as I sat there reading a Harry Potter book, I began to think about the future. In just another three very very short years my life will have changed dramatically. I will have graduated from high school, left home, and gone on to experience one semester of college, in a college that will probably not have very many of the friends I have had for the past few years, and some of them since elementary school. Furthermore I will be halfway through serving a mission, all in just three years. It's a sobering thought, and a scary one as well, and it made me realize that the decisions I make each day, such as the decision I made to run cross country, will define in a large part who I will become in the future. I believe the past three years, and the three years to come will be and have been a critical defining point in my life. And so I'll reiterate essentially my point in this post, each decision we make, and each moment we choose to take into our hands or let slip away, will define who we are, and who we will become. It's up to us to make the best of it and to settle for nothing less than our full potential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-5084860576488838363?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/5084860576488838363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=5084860576488838363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5084860576488838363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/5084860576488838363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/07/view-into-my-deep-and-thoughtful-self.html' title='A view into my deep and thoughtful self'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-782172372528073539</id><published>2009-06-29T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:17:02.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Gorge</title><content type='html'>This past week I went on my very last official week long scout camp. So last week I pretty much spent my entire week with a bunch of crazy twelve year old scouts, it was... interesting. Actually it was really pretty fun, we spent a ton of time on the boat attempting to learn how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wakeboard&lt;/span&gt;, and yes it was attempting, at least for me. I tried every day and on the last day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; sworn I was in the water for an hour doing successive face plants. I did get out of the water quite a few times but yeah, I stayed up for maybe... 5 seconds each time, so I have learned I am officially not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wakeboarder&lt;/span&gt;! :) The other majorly eventful occurrence was our "wilderness survival" night. We were sent out into the "wilderness," actually just an abandoned campground, to stay the night, with nothing but a rather small survival kit. And lady luck was with us that night, it just happened to be the one night of our entire stay that it rained... Unfortunately we had no real means to make a shelter. We weren't allowed to cut branches or anything like that, and there wasn't any loose dead wood around, so we huddled up in our ponchos and emergency blankets for what turned out to be a really long night. We spent close to 7 or 8 hours beneath oak scrub with the rain pouring down on us. I did manage to get around three hours of restless sleep on the cold hard dirt. It was kind of a miserable experience what with being wet, and cold, and wet, but I will admit it is kind of cool to be able to say that I did it. That trip I also got really tan :) I only missed one day of running, and I had a pretty good time hanging out on the boat and playing in the water. If only, if only, those twelve year olds hadn't been there... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-782172372528073539?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/782172372528073539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=782172372528073539&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/782172372528073539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/782172372528073539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/flaming-gorge.html' title='Flaming Gorge'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3643367177337990397</id><published>2009-06-19T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:01:05.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO_KpVjzI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vPLiVRNDM5s/s1600-h/trespass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO_KpVjzI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vPLiVRNDM5s/s400/trespass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348815092040699698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO-mdAu6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ytaGSkRFmA0/s1600-h/mud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO-mdAu6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ytaGSkRFmA0/s400/mud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348815082325326754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO-fsnLPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XM-fFaayzhc/s1600-h/hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO-fsnLPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XM-fFaayzhc/s400/hunting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348815080511712498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went mountain biking yesterday with Tanner and Brad. It was the first time I'd really ever done anything like it. It was way fun and way intense! I hope I can do it again sometime soon! I took some quick pictures with my camera phone while I was waiting to pick Brad and Tanner up from their run down the mountain (we took turns driving so we wouldn't have to climb back up the mountain and could just enjoy riding down). They're just some signs that were around where I was parked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3643367177337990397?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3643367177337990397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3643367177337990397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3643367177337990397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3643367177337990397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/signs_19.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjrO_KpVjzI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vPLiVRNDM5s/s72-c/trespass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-844281069323084546</id><published>2009-06-18T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:00:14.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjmzINatXOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/014WKAW80tE/s1600-h/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjmzINatXOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/014WKAW80tE/s400/waterfall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348502986101185762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-844281069323084546?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/844281069323084546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=844281069323084546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/844281069323084546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/844281069323084546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/waterfall_18.html' title='Waterfall'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SjmzINatXOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/014WKAW80tE/s72-c/waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-6055649988900312022</id><published>2009-06-17T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:16:19.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sk_iuZsoBSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jV6PyLOMFME/s1600-h/Ripples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sk_iuZsoBSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jV6PyLOMFME/s400/Ripples.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354747768766727458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Si8pVdzaI4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0ZM9PZ9mNqg/s1600-h/Ripples.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-6055649988900312022?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6055649988900312022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=6055649988900312022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6055649988900312022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6055649988900312022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/ripples.html' title='Ripples'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Sk_iuZsoBSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jV6PyLOMFME/s72-c/Ripples.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-6952149019297622011</id><published>2009-06-16T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:00:01.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Si8otzL7MaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lYFNEak6Pdw/s1600-h/reflections2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Si8otzL7MaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lYFNEak6Pdw/s400/reflections2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345536050011517346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Si8otXN1S1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/td-NBzs-4UE/s1600-h/reflection1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Si8otXN1S1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/td-NBzs-4UE/s400/reflection1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345536042503326546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-6952149019297622011?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/6952149019297622011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=6952149019297622011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6952149019297622011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/6952149019297622011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-reflections.html' title='Lake Reflections'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Si8otzL7MaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/lYFNEak6Pdw/s72-c/reflections2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4838718080031108562</id><published>2009-06-15T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:00:03.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyMT0NGnGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-Pb0RS3AeT4/s1600-h/DSC_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyKwuK2HhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EnepnnXpqpY/s400/trees+and+lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799427413810706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8610199796779697748?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8610199796779697748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8610199796779697748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8610199796779697748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8610199796779697748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/trees-and-pond_11.html' title='Trees and Pond'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyKwuK2HhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EnepnnXpqpY/s72-c/trees+and+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-4573493149864147180</id><published>2009-06-10T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:00:02.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyKQa0IvuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FzEmZN59_Ds/s1600-h/hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyKQa0IvuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FzEmZN59_Ds/s400/hiding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344798872462474978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4573493149864147180?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4573493149864147180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4573493149864147180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4573493149864147180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4573493149864147180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiding_10.html' title='Hiding'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyKQa0IvuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FzEmZN59_Ds/s72-c/hiding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3621722578164071857</id><published>2009-06-09T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:00:02.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyJgjTUViI/AAAAAAAAAco/ykRWvBkCIfU/s1600-h/sky+and+shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyJgjTUViI/AAAAAAAAAco/ykRWvBkCIfU/s400/sky+and+shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344798050107020834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3621722578164071857?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3621722578164071857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3621722578164071857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3621722578164071857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3621722578164071857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain.html' title='Mountain'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyJgjTUViI/AAAAAAAAAco/ykRWvBkCIfU/s72-c/sky+and+shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-8799902077627219572</id><published>2009-06-08T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:59:50.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DesNews Jokes</title><content type='html'>Not to get all political or anything, but these were just too funny to pass up. These are from the DesNews by Mark Russell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pro-Obama: "His Cairo Speech hit all the right notes for a new beginning." Anti-Obama: "He really went there to open up a GM showroom."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pro-Obama: "His Cairo speech marked the birth of a lasting peace in the Middle East." Anti-Obama: "Where's the beef? Where are the details? You call that a speech? It's all rhetoric. This is a recording."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pro-Obama: "After his speech he walked across the Nile River to visit the pyramids." Anti-Obama: "That's because he was born nearby"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pro-Obama: "He maketh the lion lie down with the lamb." Anti-Obama: "But every day they will need a fresh lamb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-8799902077627219572?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/8799902077627219572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=8799902077627219572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8799902077627219572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/8799902077627219572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/desnews-jokes.html' title='DesNews Jokes'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-3901534203547171302</id><published>2009-06-08T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:00:03.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tilt Shift"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyJNZE_KGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/16-PurGzn10/s1600-h/tiltshift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SiyJNZE_KGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/16-PurGzn10/s400/tiltshift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797720945043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-3901534203547171302?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/3901534203547171302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=3901534203547171302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3901534203547171302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/3901534203547171302'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3VpiafI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u_2r9hGR3AU/s1600-h/fire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3VpiafI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u_2r9hGR3AU/s400/fire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344717077718657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3Hj0moI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YTs5l3oXBpY/s1600-h/fire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3Hj0moI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YTs5l3oXBpY/s400/fire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344717073936587394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3SUo6DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x285GyI0xRw/s1600-h/fire3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3SUo6DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x285GyI0xRw/s400/fire3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344717076825696306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-4024789506977575954?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/4024789506977575954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=4024789506977575954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4024789506977575954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/4024789506977575954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/fire.html' title='Fire!'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/Siw_3VpiafI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u_2r9hGR3AU/s72-c/fire2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-1575508198450579851</id><published>2009-06-04T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:07:45.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>School's out.&lt;br /&gt;Text books are put away and novels pulled off of dusty shelves as readers stretch out on lawn chairs to immerse themselves in a world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;The sun begins to peek out from behind summer clouds and children run free feeling their skin begin to brown underneath the sun's shining gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Skiis are placed in the garage and hiking boots removed as nature lovers turn their gaze to the ever greening mountain side, imagining the cool shade beneath the trees on a mountain trail.&lt;br /&gt;The tsk tsk tsk of sprinklers fills the air mingled with the laughter of children as they run through the jetting streams of water, filled with joy, simplicity, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;Campers begin to air out their musty unused tents in preparation for the adventures only they can see in their mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;Bees are heard buzzing through the air searching for newly opened flowers in order to create the honey that feeds their young.&lt;br /&gt;It's a time of beauty, simplicity, peace, and serenity as sighs of contentment are heard and the lines of stress in the faces of students are replaced by the refreshing freckles of sun browned skin.&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-1575508198450579851?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/1575508198450579851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=1575508198450579851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1575508198450579851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/1575508198450579851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2433224888834011824</id><published>2009-06-04T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:50:20.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of the school year</title><content type='html'>School has finally ended and summer has begun. This school year was especially interesting for me due to my decision to quit the IB program. This meant not having many classes with a lot of the friends that I've had for many years, however, it did give me a lot of new opportunities to meet new friends that I would never have met before had I not decided to take AP classes rather than do the IB program. I've made some really good friendships that I hope can last through the rest of high school and beyond. It really struck me last night how many good friendships I have, and how much each of them have helped me in various ways. I just hope that I can keep in touch with everyone over the summer and hopefully strengthen those friendships, and maybe make new ones as well. So there's my little sentimental schpeel for the year, and now I'll do a quick overview of the entire year :).&lt;br /&gt;The year began essentially with Cross Country in June. We started training and running more miles than I'd ever run in my life. We were able to come together as a true team as we all struggled to become the best we could be and hopefully have a shot at competing for the region and state titles. Although we didn't get either title we were able to put up a pretty good fight, and we finished fourth at state next to Alta, American Fork, and Davis (both Alta and American Fork are going to be in our region next year, 3 of the top 4 in state!) We became an even closer team when we all went to Footlocker (the race in California) that December. After that we started indoor track and such, always running and trying to improve, and the homework then began to pile on as we got ready to enter the second semester and the dreaded third quarter! Track began and we got ready to hopefully compete for another region title. Again we fell just a little short, we finished third at region by only 8 points to First, that's really close, only a few spots in a few races. Still it was a good season and we were all able to perform really well. Around the same time stress levels began to rise as AP tests came around the corner, but I made it through them, and I'm just praying I passed them all.  Then of course the year began to wind down and now it's the end. Again, the year went by really fast, and next year I'll be a senior and graduating, it seems really surreal. I'm going to miss all the seniors I've gotten to know this year and good luck to them with graduation and life in general. Oh, and I did do other things besides running and school, even if that's all I wrote about, I just can't remember what those things were :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7315299402049774770-2433224888834011824?l=runningcroft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/feeds/2433224888834011824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7315299402049774770&amp;postID=2433224888834011824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2433224888834011824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7315299402049774770/posts/default/2433224888834011824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningcroft.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-of-school-year.html' title='Review of the school year'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657262807101635660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/SbCYUTibxVI/AAAAAAAAARc/HC6v8wTs9Hk/S220/1yearold2+-+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7315299402049774770.post-2194070578446344668</id><published>2009-06-01T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:00:02.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ECHO Echo echo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWnbvJl1vUI/ShnNqTPK8oI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gZ-oS8M9gJc/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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