<?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-5963755511474634071</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:30:14.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-759719873544786742</id><published>2010-05-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:28:46.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONEfight 2010-2011 Race and Event schedule!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're looking at putting together the rest of our 2010 and 2011 race and events schedule! What we'd like to happen is one of two things. First, you can leave a comment on our page, or two, you can email us at onefightorg@gmail.com. And this is how we hope that it will work out. One of our big things is helping promote causes within the community that you live. So, we'd love to come to an event and help you out. Racing in a 5 or 10k? Half or full marathon? We'd love to get out and race with you and support you. Any other event you have in mind? We'd love to be there. Help you voice your cause. So let us know, and we will see what we can do to be there. Keep fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-759719873544786742?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/759719873544786742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/05/onefight-2010-2011-race-and-event.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/759719873544786742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/759719873544786742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/05/onefight-2010-2011-race-and-event.html' title='ONEfight 2010-2011 Race and Event schedule!'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-4495741129426727054</id><published>2010-05-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:57:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIT</title><content type='html'>W.E.I.T. This is a little motto that I have come to live life by.  What does it stand for some may be wondering. Or, what does it mean? Well, here it goes; Whatever It Takes. So this is how I learned it, and understand that Whatever It Takes should be WIT, but, if you can get past that, I think that this will truly benefit your life.  There is a quote that I love, and it states;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;When you want a thing bad enough to go out and fight for it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;To work day and night for it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;To give up your peace and your sleep and your time for it;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;If only the desire of it makes your aim strong enough never to tire of it;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;If life seems all empty and useless without it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;And all that you dream and you scheme is about it;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;If gladly you'll sweat for it, fret for it, plan for it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pray with all your strength for it;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;If you'll simply go after the thing that you want with all your capacity,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Strength and sagacity; faith, hope, and confidence, stern pertinacity;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;If neither poverty nor cold nor famish nor gaunt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Nor sickness or pain to body or brain can turn you away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;From the aim that you want;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;If dogged and grim, you besiege and beset it, you'll get it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;If there is anything in your life that you want so bad, that you feel exactly how that quote describes, you'll find a way to get it. You will do absolutely anything to obtain that goal, or whatever it may be. It's important for us to obtain the goals, and achieve what we set out to do in our every day lives. Think of those things that we all want the most, and then do everything in our power to have the opportunity to reach those aspirations and feel the joy of accomplishing something great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/5963755511474634071-4495741129426727054?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/4495741129426727054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/05/weit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/4495741129426727054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/4495741129426727054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/05/weit.html' title='WEIT'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-7917569585863970891</id><published>2010-05-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:25:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon #2</title><content type='html'>If you would have told me that when I finished the St. George Marathon in October that I would have a desire to run another marathon, I would have told you that you were crazy. So, last month, I signed up for the St. George Marathon yet again, in hopes of getting in, and cutting my time down from last year. Yesterday, I found out. I wasn't accepted in to the lottery. I must say, I was pretty disappointed. I really wanted to run in the St. George Marathon. So, I was torn with what to do. I was wondering is possibly someone somewhere was trying to tell me that I shouldn't run a marathon again. Maybe I am stubborn, maybe I just am a bit bitter right now, but I needed to find another marathon around the same time so that I could run it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Here it is. After a bit of searching, on December 5th, 2010, a few weeks before we leave for a cruise in the Bahamas, I will be running the Rock 'N Roll Las Vegas Marathon. There are a few good things to being able to run this marathon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- It's a few months further away than the St. George, which will allow me some more time to train which is always a good thing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Everyone that signs up gets in. I don't have to worry about the lottery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Once the marathon is over, I don't have to worry about getting into my 'beach body' mode for the cruise as I hope that I will already be there for the marathon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say that it is a win win situation. I am really looking forward to it, and to run it in a good time. So, I'll keep you updated on what is going on, and how the training is. Thanks for reading all of this. You're all great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-7917569585863970891?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/7917569585863970891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/05/marathon-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7917569585863970891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7917569585863970891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/05/marathon-2.html' title='Marathon #2'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-8837580539441650586</id><published>2010-03-08T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:28:07.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks CREWsaders</title><content type='html'>I just blogged a bit about this past weekend. But I wanted to say thank you to all who went down this past weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say that you know someone. But, do you really? Sure, I knew Clayson, Kayla, Kaylee, and Vairin. I work with them. I saw them a few times a week at work. We had conversations. We said hello, had small chat. Had laughs. But I think that all changed this past weekend in St. George.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First; to any of you mentioned above, congratulations on the race this weekend! It was amazing and you all did a terrific job! They say you really get to know someone by spending a lot of time with someone. You can begin to understand who they really are. Well, one of the benefits of running a team relay race is that you have an opportunity to spend A LOT of time with individuals. I am so lucky to have spent time with some amazing people. The ride down was just the beginning. We were able to actually learn about each other. Not just, what they think about the Jazz. I was able to learn about their life, things they liked, things they didn't like, and a number of other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the race began. This is where I learned the most about everyone over the weekend. I was running the first leg of the race. We began and things were going well. I wanted to follow this female runner and try and keep her pace throughout the race. We are going along and she is keeping a really good pace. I feel like I have been running for quite a while at this point, when she turns to me and says, ' half way'. I thought; 'wow. I am so slow. I am letting my team down here.' I turn to my ipod which also tracks how far you've gone with your time. It had only been 27 minutes so I didn't feel as bad.  But I realized that she was keeping a pace that I wasn't used to. It was faster than I had trained for. WHOOPS. I thought to myself: 'walk for a bit, and catch your breath'. As I thought this, I saw our team car ahead and everyone outside cheering. If you're a runner, you understand what this can do for you. It is motivating. I had to keep going. I learned that they cared about how you were doing. Enough about me though, this isn't about me. Throughout the rest of the race there were many experiences that helped me understand each individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ayla- Kayla is quite the team player. She was asked if she wanted to run with our team a week before we left for St. George. That's a quick turn around to run a race in. But she didn't even hesitate. She just said yes. Her first leg she did really well. She felt bad I think because we weren't up in the pack with the rest of the race. But during her second leg of the race she pushed herself and come to find out had passed multiple teams. It showed how determined she was; and what a team player she was. She didn't have to do that. That was impressive Kayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;layson- Clayson took the leg after Kayla had passed those teams and we were looking good. By this time in the race it was us and this other team. It is now incredibly hot outside, and on your second leg you begin to get tired very quickly. We tried to find a point where we could pull over and wait for Clayson and give any encouragement he needed. The other teams that were somewhat near us came up to us and asked if we wanted to start the next leg early because they had to get going or something like that. And that we could start with them if we wanted. We decided to send our next runner Kaylee along. The team we were with (the things) had told us that they saw Clayson and that he looked tired and he was sore. We began to worry a little bit. We drove back the course and found him about a mile from the finish line. We asked if he wanted a ride up to the next check point and that our runner had taken off. He said, 'no, I want to finish this'. That set a tone for our team the rest of the race. It showed courage and determinism. Never give up. EVER. Clayson. I look up to you for that. That was so impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;airin- The weather had begun to change on us and a storm was beginning to roll in. He took the last leg of the race. We had heard some bad news from Salt Lake City about a family that we work with. He dedicated his leg to that family. And he ran that leg as someone else. We got to where the finish line was, but there was a catch. You had to run through the finish line down another mile and then back. I am sure it was going through his mind that it would be so easy to just run through the finish line, and I bet the event staff would have said go for it, but he didn't. He went the extra mile. It showed a determinism to finish what you start. It also showed love for others. Going out of his way to help others. So impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;aylee- The race had begun to take its toll on all of us. By this time it's been 8 or 9 hours. We're all tired. Some of us our done with our legs. Others still waiting to go. Most of the pack is either done, or well ahead of us. Kaylee wasn't feeling very well when she began her last leg. After Clayson finishes we pull up to Kaylee. We ask how she is and find out that her knees are really bothering her, and she still doesn't feel well. We drive up further to see how far she has left to go. It's a long ways it seems, along with a dirt road and a big hill to finish. We go back and tell Kaylee what is in store. It would have been easy for her as well to say that we could go to the next check point. We would have all understood. Sore body, hurting knees, and not feeling well. It's a bad combination. But she said, 'no, I don't want you to think I'm a wuss', or something along those lines. She kept pushing on. Kaylee wont give up on anything in life. She is a fighter, and a trooper. Thanks for that example Kaylee. That was impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished the race, and had a great ride back home. We talked about the most random things. We talked about facial hair, grilled cheese sandwiches, or tacos. We even talked about combining the two. Everything came up during the ride home. There was a new sense of friendship that I think we all felt. I am grateful for the opportunity I had to be a part of such a wonderful experience, and to be around such wonderful examples and people. Thank you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-8837580539441650586?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/8837580539441650586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-crewsaders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8837580539441650586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8837580539441650586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-crewsaders.html' title='Thanks CREWsaders'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-8772729516681072090</id><published>2010-03-08T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:57:28.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>There is something about running. It may be the sound of feet pushing forward in front of you. It could be the feeling of releasing stress of a long or maybe hard week. It very well could be the feeling of getting into better shape. Whatever it may be for you, I think that we could all agree on one thing: it's addicting.  I think that there is one thing about running though that we could all agree on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me preface this by saying that I am not a pro runner. Nor am I a great runner. I just enjoy all of the things mentioned before as well as a good challenge. During the St. George Marathon last October (my first marathon), I grew a lot as a person during the five and a half or so hours that I spent running. It was emotional. I don't know why. As I came around the last corner of that race and saw the people down the last stretch, I could have just stopped and bawled. I can't explain it. But I had a similar experience just this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something tough about getting the ONEfight organization going is that it is hard to get it going, get people excited about it, and move on from there. But I wish to share an experience with you. A few months ago, at work, I was asked if I wanted to run a 50 mile relay with a few other people. I said that I would. During the time of training the topic of what ONEfight was came up in discussion. I was so thrilled to hear that people that I was training to do this race with thought that it was a good idea and something that they believed in too. This added a new sense to our race. We weren't going down to just run. We were running for others. Each member of the team had a reason to run. I may not have known what that cause was, but you could tell by the determination that each individual had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something really special happened to us while we were there. 50 miles is a long way. It's a long time to spend with people.  It is a lot of waiting in a car, and chatting about who knows what. You run your leg, and then you're back to the car. But something happens as you finish your leg. You are able to relate to what the person who had gone before experienced. You began to feel for them. As the race went on, the encouragement for each other began to increase. It was amazing. I felt a strong connection to those that were there. Even the other teams. I didn't know any of them, or probably wont see any of them again. But I think they felt it too. I know when I show up to work, and see those that were there running as part of our team, we will have a special bond that will last for a long time. I am grateful for that experience and the friendships that were made this past weekend. Thanks to all who made this happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-8772729516681072090?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/8772729516681072090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8772729516681072090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8772729516681072090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-2223484939441824289</id><published>2010-02-02T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:26:44.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you are all doing really well. We have one item of business that we'd like to discuss with you. It has come time for us to order more remember bands(thank to all who purchased our first set). What we'd like, is input from you. There are three options we have:&lt;br /&gt;1)- We can order the same bands like we did last time. A grey band with orange ONEfight written across the actual band.&lt;br /&gt;2)- We can order new ones. We can order a bright blue band with ONEfight debossed in the actual band(like the liveSTRONG bracelets).&lt;br /&gt;3)- Or third, we can order a bright blue band, with ONEfight written in a neon green color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantages to the new bands would be a more prominent color and it would create more of a buzz about the bands(people wondering what they were for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like your opinion on what you want to see, or would like to have. The pricing would be a bit different depending on what you want. It wont be outrageous by any means. It would be about 2 dollars for options 1 or 2, and 3 dollars for option three. It's still a great deal, it'll just cost a bit more due to the amount we are ordering. So send us an email either here on facebook or to onefightorg@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like a band but can't financially let us know too what band you'd like, and we'll work something out for you. Remember, it's a good cause, something to help raise awareness, and it's just a dollar or two(really 3) to help those in need. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-2223484939441824289?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/2223484939441824289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/02/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/2223484939441824289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/2223484939441824289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/02/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-7525859054402922876</id><published>2010-01-21T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:11:29.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: From ONEfight.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(65, 72, 94); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://togetheronefight.blogspot.com/2010/01/trust-your-gut.html" style="color: rgb(65, 72, 94); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Trust your gut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;ey followers. Thanks for reading. We want to be better at posting and posting things that might be of interest to you. So this is the first of a series of health stories to help educate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;or the past year my mom has been encountering these dizzy spells. It was so random. It would only happen when she would be doing something physically. It could be walking, snowshoeing, lifting weights, or a number of other things. A few times it even lead to fainting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;ast March my brother and ONEfight executive Alex Smith had a pace maker and defibrillator put in to help a condition which he has(hyper cardio myapathy). The condition makes physical activity difficult. It leaves you tired. Doing simple things, such as walking up a flight of stairs, wears you out. The heart thinks you are running or doing something very physical. After the surgery we all went in to make sure that nothing was noticed in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;he dizzy spells continued for our mom. She began tests last year and nothing was found. Results kept coming back negative. But obviously something was going on. So she kept going back to the doctor and explaining the condition to doctors. It wasn't until about 2 weeks ago that something changed. They called and wanted her to come down to the hospital immediately. After further testing it was found that the bottom ventricle of her heart wasn't pumping as much blood as the top ventricle. It was decided that they would put a pacemaker in, in efforts to get the bottom ventricle pumping blood at the same rate as the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;he surgery was today, and she is out and recovering very well. But the point of the story is that if you feel that something is going on with your body but nothing is found in tests, don't give up. You know your body better than anyone. Even if something isn't found the first, second, or even third time, and the problem is still bothering you, keep getting it checked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;eep fighting in your daily struggles. Keep fighting to help others with theirs. Together we can make a difference. Keep reading and we'll be chatting with you soon. Keep fighting followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ryan Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-7525859054402922876?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/7525859054402922876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-from-onefightblogspotcom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7525859054402922876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7525859054402922876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-from-onefightblogspotcom.html' title='RE: From ONEfight.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-257659391059632088</id><published>2009-10-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:08:52.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Insanity</title><content type='html'>My alarm goes off at 3. I don't want to get up. I might not, until my mom sticks her head in and asks me if I am ready. "I think so". I get up and get my stuff on. All of these questions are going through my mind. "Did I hydrate enough yesterday?", "What is waiting for me today?", What would I have done differently?", and most importantly; "Am I going to finish?". We get in the car, and we drive down to the finish line. Swarms of people are getting there already. I get out of the car and say goodbye to my mom and dad and tell them that I will see them in a while. I make my way to the bus and realize that in this moment I am very alone. I wait in line. People are chatting with each other about other marathons that they have run and what they expect from this one. I finally make it onto the bus and sit next to a man from San Diego. It was his second marathon and he was able to calm my nerves a bit. He said; "Pace yourself. It doesn't matter how many people pass you. It's only about you." The bus dropped us off an hour later. It was 30 degrees at the starting line. I wanted to hop back on that bus and go home. People would understand right? I couldn't do it. I was here for me. I waited in the cold for a while until the fire department came and lit a few fires. For two hours I sat next to a fire trying to warm myself up. No one was talking. I over heard someone who said that it was about 6:15 and they were getting in line for the bathroom. Now, there were probably 200 porta potties at the starting line, but the line to use them were about 20 deep. I was incredibly lucky to be able to talk with a really cool old man from Canada. We talked about schooling, marathons, where we both came from(ski towns), and were able to express our concern about the upcoming day. As the time arrived for me to use the porta potty, a loud siren went off. I had no idea what it was. Is that the ten minute warning siren? I heard someone say that the race was beginning. I went the the bathroom expecting to come out and everyone to be gone. I had forgotten though that 6500 people were running today. I was able to throw my sweatshirt into my bag and drop it off at the U-haul and to make my way to the start line.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;past the start line and the adrenaline was amazing. I could already see a mile up the road the first police road block and it gave me something to look forward to. There were so many people running that it was difficult to pass anyone. I approached the first road block and the police officers were cheering everyone on. It was something else. We rounded the corner. 2 miles until the next aid station. "Keep pace with those in front of you" I thought. We kept winding through the roads and I was feeling great. We were coming up on mile 5. I was still feeling fresh, but if I wasn't, the next sight would have given me a boost of energy. It was the first place where spectators could come and cheer on marathon runners. Who knows how long they had been there. The leaders were long gone. But this group of about 150-200 people were still sticking around. As we came up on them, they would wander out from behind the police barricade and stick out their hands for you to give them a high five. Some would be holding signs. "You can do it. Don't give up." It was amazing. I thought that it was so cool. It would only get better too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;am getting ready to approach mile seven when words of wisdom come flooding to my head. "From mile 7 to 9 1/2 is a huge hill. Pace yourself". It was the words of someone behind me on the bus. I came around the corner and saw it. "Yikes" I thought. We started climbing, and at this point everyone is starting to slow down.  This hill was a beast.  I made it over the hill and kept on my way to mile eleven. Still feeling good. Not great anymore. For the next few miles I would do great. Nothing holding me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;pproaching mile 13(half way) that all changed. The change in the heat along with the brutal climb of the hill starting taking a toll on my legs. At each aid station I would take a cup of gatorade, a water, and a slice of banana that the wonderful volunteers handed us. But, it didn't seem to help. My legs were cramping. After mile 13 we began the decent of the race. My legs were hurting bad coming up on mile 16, until I saw another group of wonderful people waiting to greet runners. Both sides of the road were packed. A group of old men were in the back of a pick-up truck playing music. It gave me the strength I needed to keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;s I got up to mile 19 though I was really starting to struggle. My legs would begin to cramp every few feet I would run. So. I would run, have to stop, stretch and keep going. I truly think that if it wasn't for the next two events I would have hopped on that shuttle and taken it to the finish line. We were approaching a bridge where spectators  were standing over the bridge, and along it cheering people on. Something about it just makes you want to run past them. I decided that I was going to stretch so that I would be able to pass them and not look like I was going to die. As I was stretching, a man in a white LIVEstrong shirt came up to me and said; "come on baby, you got this. It's yours". I didn't even get to say anything. He had already run off. I finished stretching and began my run toward the bridge and mile 20. All the runners were taking the inside lanes of the freeway as the road was curving to the right. There were a group of spectators to the left and I could see one little boy(may 2 or 3) standing off to the side. One hand waving at everyone and one extended like he wanted a high five. How could I possibly pass that up? I took a detour and took the outside lane. My legs were killing me, but I had to give this little kid a high five. As I approached he had a huge smile on his face. I was so tired that I was barely able to bend down far enough to give the little guy a high five and keep going. But you know what? That event helped me keep going. From then until about mile 23 I didn't see another person unless it was a runner. It was not fun. I wanted to quit at this point. At mile 22 I came up to an aid station and had to stop for some medical treatment. "What do you need?" asked the medical guy. "My legs are dying and cramping" was all I could get out. He took some bengay and slapped it on my legs. "You're this far. You can do it. I know it" he said as I ran off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;pectators had lined the streets with signs. They kept me going. From mile 22 to 23 that's all I did. Read those signs. Here are some of my favorites that kept me going. "So easy a caveman could do it?". "It it were easy, wouldn't dad be doing it?" "If you walk it's still going to hurt." Those signs helped me go. Not fast. But I was running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he best sight in the entire world happens at mile 23. You come around a corner and overlook all of St. George. And, there is a hill. My shins were hurting so bad as I was running down hill that I wanted to walk. I didn't, because as I was getting closer to the bottom of the hill, I could see spectators again lining the streets. They had shut down Bluff street(the main street in St. George) and people were all along the way. I could hear the cheers from them. Were they really still there 5 hours into this race? I began to get emotional. These people were all here to help me. It was amazing. I loved it. I don't know why I wanted to cry every time I passed them but I did. Along the street I ran. Marathoners who had previously finished were telling us that we were almost there. "You can do it".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;came around the last corner at about mile 24.5 and I saw my sister and dad walking my way to see where I was along the route. Amazing sight. So glad they were there. It was truly emotional for me to see them, and later towards the finish line. The encouraged me to keep going. I rounded a corner and saw my mom, sister, and dad running to tell the others I was almost there. At this time I could barely run. I would run for a few blocks and have to walk. I was coming up on a corner when a lady who I had just passed came up and said; "3/10th's of a mile left". I decided I could do it. I began to run and came around the corner to see my sister, brother, Spencer, Michelle, mom, and dad all right before you get to the finish line gates. I stopped to give them a high five and was about ready to lie down right there and cry. I turned toward the finish line and began my last run for the day. I wanted to just collapse, but people in the stands were cheering and I could see the workers at the end cheering me on so I kept on going. I crossed the finish line, received my medal and felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I thought about the route that I had taken to get there. It's amazing to me still that it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;still have a hard time walking, but it's getting better. I truly enjoyed the experience and I think it helped me become a better person. People ask. "Do you think that you'll run another one?" I answer them saying. I am not sure. I feel like it's my off season and that I am Brett Farve. "I'll let you know".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-257659391059632088?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/257659391059632088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/10/pure-insanity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/257659391059632088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/257659391059632088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/10/pure-insanity.html' title='Pure Insanity'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-6512923158746192430</id><published>2009-10-07T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:30:48.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thursday: 6:00 am- &lt;/b&gt; &lt;div&gt;I wake up to get ready for class. I am feeling pretty good. It hasn't sunk in yet that I am leaving later that day to run my first ever marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday: 1:45 pm-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say goodbye to my classmates who some wish me luck during the upcoming weekend and I head home to finish my packing. Socks: Check. Shorts: Check. Running Shoes: Check. I am good to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday 4:00 pm-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My mom and dad arrive at our house in Salt Lake to pick me up and to begin our Journey. The ride down isn't too bad. I feel pretty good. A movie(Tommy Boy) helps me relax and to keep my mind off of what is about to happen. We arrive at my grandma's condo later that evening. I am still feeling really good. Watch some t.v before I retire for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday October 2nd 8 am-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awake and it starts to hit me that today I will check in and get all the info I need to help me get through 26.2 miles of pure insanity tomorrow. "What do I need to do to get ready?" I think to myself. I get up and try and see what's going on. My brother is still asleep and my parents are out for a walk. I start to meander through the condos' in the neighborhood. Anything to keep my mind from wandering. Alex finally wakes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 am- &lt;/b&gt;Things start to get moving. We're getting ready for the day. My sister, her boyfriend Spencer, and Michelle are all coming down for the marathon today. We hop in the car and start making our way to the Dixie Expo Center where registration will happen. On the way over to the Expo center I start to get nervous. Not nervous about the race itself but rather, to check in. Weird. I know. We pull up and there are hundreds, even thousands of people who are walking in. We eventually find my bib number and I am able to receive my packet along with timing chip and shirt. We decide to mingle through the booths and to see what is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 pm- &lt;/b&gt; We head to Costco to get things for the pre race meal that evening. We decide on spaghetti as it should be a good pre race meal. We head home and things start to get real. My family did a great job of trying to keep my mind off of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 pm-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and crew(who were now speaking in southern accents) arrive, just in time for dinner. We have a nice laid back dinner. I would keep getting messages from people. "You ready?". I have to say that I felt ready. I wanted it all to be over. That's what I was ready for. I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't worried about running, but what would happen at the start line? What happens if I don't finish in the alloted time given? Things like this are going through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 pm- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We head back to the expo center for my sister Courtney to pick up her running shirt although she wasn't going to run in the race, and to register everyone else to do the Mayor's Walk the next morning. After we left the Expo center we decided to head out and drive the course of the marathon. This is where it gets interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;e arrive at what will be the finish line the next morning. The road is already closed off. It's weird to be there at that moment. I felt that I was in a movie. You know, where the football player is standing in the end zone looking up into the empty seats where he will be playing the next day? That's what it was like. A man was practicing how he would finish. I wondered to myself. "Am I going to finish?". We get into our cars and decide to follow the course. We get on the road and we're driving, and it all feels good. I started to get a little uneasy because that car ride lasted for 45 minutes though. I was imagining myself running this route in less than twelve hours. "This is going to take forever" I think to myself. We finally arrive at what will be the start. We get out of the car and it's a crisp 45 degrees out. The starting line is illuminated with Christmas lights, those big lights used to due construction at night, and the workers still trying to get it ready. All the flags from each country and state that had runners representing it were blowing in the wind. I have no idea what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 pm-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We get home and I decide that it's time for me to go to bed. I have to be up at 3:15 to catch the bus. I tell everyone that I will see them at the finish line, and head to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-6512923158746192430?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/6512923158746192430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/10/countdown-to-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6512923158746192430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6512923158746192430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/10/countdown-to-insanity.html' title='Countdown to Insanity'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-7581488663128951874</id><published>2009-09-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:37:05.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Marathon BBQ</title><content type='html'>Well; the time has officially come and there is really nothing that can be done to change the training that I have done. The marathon is less than a month away. I feel good. I feel confident(that I'll finish in the alloted time), and that it will be fun. I am still not sure if I can wrap my head around the fact that I will be running what is equivalant to the distance from Park City to The University of Utah, but, I am hoping that along the race my legs and mind will just shut off I wont feel the pain. It's been a quick six months. People ask; "do you think that you will run another marathon?" I have to answer honestly: "I'm not entirely sure yet". I have heard one of two things from people who have run marathons. Either they absolutely love it and want to run more, or, on the other hand, they hate it and never want to run again, let alone another marathon. I am hoping I like it. I am hoping that I still want to do another one later in life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with that all being said. I would like to invite you all to our home in Salt Lake for a pre marathon BBQ on Friday September 25th. It's a time for everyone to come over, check out the house, and just have some fun. Enjoy good food and friends. So. Hopefully you all can make it out to that, and I'd really love to see everyone there. If not, we'll have to get together once I get back, and I recover of course. So. Hope to see you on the 25th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-7581488663128951874?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/7581488663128951874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-marathon-bbq.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7581488663128951874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7581488663128951874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-marathon-bbq.html' title='Pre Marathon BBQ'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-3611047329045733609</id><published>2009-08-30T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:16:18.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONEfight Kick Off! Saturday the 5th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear ONEfight members, fans, and supporters:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;This Saturday (September 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;) we will be hosting our inaugural event to kick off the launch of the ONEfight organization. I’d like to take a moment to discuss with you a few key points before you show up Saturday evening. First off, we truly appreciate you in taking the time to even think about our event and for those of you who attend, we appreciate your effort and support toward a great cause. We understand that as college aged students our funds are limited. We’ve tried to reduce the cost to you as much as possible and feel that we’ve done a good job. We ask for your understanding on a few key items. First, this isn’t a “party” that you might be accustomed to. It is a fundraiser to help us gain support. It is also a time for you to get together and meet others of our group. Because this is an event rather than a party we are limiting what is brought in. We cannot allow outside beverages to be brought in. There will be drinks here at the house and we will make sure that we have enough so don’t worry. We need to do this because as stated before, rather than a party it’s an event to get to know each other, and to support a common cause. To do so; we as an organization, feel we need to control products that enter our home and to control as you say the peace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;As far as the pricing goes here is what we’ve come up with. We understand that many would like to come and to drink. To accommodate, those who wish to drink may do so at a price of two(2) dollars upon entering. All others who wish to attend will pay a “cover” charge of a dollar (remember, this is a fundraiser). Once in, we have set up a (root)beer pong tournament. Don’t want to drink? You can play with root beer. We’ll charge two(2) dollars a team, or one(1) for individuals to enter the tourney.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Games will be decided depending on how many teams are signed up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are currently working on t-shirts and would love to have them available at the event for you. Those in attendance(whether the shirts are ready or not), will receive a discount on purchase price. We’ve decided; however, to include a VIP pass to the event. For ten(10) dollars you get, entrance(including drinking), entrance for two into the tourney, and a t-shirt. So, for coming to the party and receiving the VIP pass, you get an additional discount on the t-shirts. Questions?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please send us an e-mail.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We again appreciate your encouragement and for all that you do. Please invite friends to the event. Although the title is a fundraiser we do want to make you aware that this will be fun and enjoyable. If you have any further questions please let us know what we can do to help. Thanks again and we look forward to seeing you on Saturday evening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ryan Smith, Alex Smith, Blake Barcus, Austin Peterson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-3611047329045733609?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/3611047329045733609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/08/onefight-kick-off-saturday-5th.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/3611047329045733609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/3611047329045733609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/08/onefight-kick-off-saturday-5th.html' title='ONEfight Kick Off! Saturday the 5th'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-6437862706233648004</id><published>2009-08-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:02:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a time for reflecting</title><content type='html'>As the school year approaches, I always find myself reflecting on life and the direction that I am heading. I wonder; sometimes to my very good, patient friends, if I am doing what I really should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting my second year at the University of Utah and would have to say it is one of the best decisions I have made was to come to school here. I am at a university with a great business department, who has the needs that I have for my education. I am living in downtown SLC and have come to find that I am definitely a city person. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten into running and become totally addicted to it. I am going to run the St. George Marathon in October and it is my first. I am just going for a finish for this one. But in the years to come, I'm sure times will improve. I feel great about myself and the added health because of running is just great.&lt;br /&gt;I have switched my major from Business Administration to Business Management and Entrepreneurship. What do I want to do with that you may ask? Well. I want to start and run my own company. I am not entirely sure what that is right now but I hope one day that I will. I figure that if I have an idea that I should run with it for a little bit to see if I like it. If I do I keep going. If not, then I let it go. So far, I have tried getting a transportation company going. I haven't given up on that one. I still like it. I just need some more resources and income.&lt;br /&gt;My current kick is on an idea from someone up in Logan. We were talking about the LiveSTRONG band that I was wearing, and we got on the topic of what a great organization it is. We started wondering if there was an organization that existed that encompassed everyone that has ailments or that has to overcome a difficulty. We weren't sure that there was, so we thought someone should. For the last 6 months I have been talking with people and trying to come up with a way to make that idea work. Its so incredibly tough. There are skeptics, and people who say that it can't be done. What do I do? I think of the person who gives me a lot of my inspiration to keep going. Lance. What would he do. Well... He would probably cuss someone out and then dominate at it. So. I keep going. Our little organization doesn't have a world class athlete who has the power to persuade political leaders, or to get interviews with the most powerful people as well as having the backing of Nike to help fund his organization. So, here is what I have so far. I just am going to do what I can to raise awareness about other people's troubles in every day life. I want to start a ONEfight "team" to help me with this. I figure the best way to raise awareness is to do the things that we love. I will raise awareness by running. I'm trying to get shirts (both running jerseys, and regular t-shirts) made so that people can start asking questions. From there we can raise awareness and bring hope to those who are down in the dumps, suffering from disease or just need a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure where I am/was going with that. I just felt like I needed all of the blogging world to hear about this. Hopefully they take the time to read. And for you reading right now... Join my team. Follow our blog. Join our facebook group. Add your ideas and suggestions. I don't even know if this will work, but I need to try until it doesn't.  It doesn't have to be running marathons, or doing a triathlon. It can be anything that you want to do. Something you love. You love walking? Love walking with a group of friends? Get a t-shirt and promote your very own cause and raise awareness. Love to just do 5 or 10 k's? That's AWESOME. DO IT! And promote awareness. Love riding your bike? Well. You get the idea. You want to join the team? PLEASE do! Have a race or something going on that you'd like us to be apart of? I'd love to come down and run a 5, 10 k with you. Want to do a half Marathon or Marathon? Give me some warning but again I would love it. Any other ideas? PLease... Let us know.  Let me close with a quote from the man who brought one world issue to all of our minds with his campaign (LIVESTRONG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sqq"&gt;“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-6437862706233648004?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/6437862706233648004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/08/always-time-for-reflecting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6437862706233648004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6437862706233648004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/08/always-time-for-reflecting.html' title='Always a time for reflecting'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-7444366224033509685</id><published>2009-08-13T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:31:10.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I am the worst updater of all time. I want to be better. And we all know it's the thought that counts right? I sure hope so. So... Summer is almost over. Can you believe it? The time has really flown bye. I guess about a month in Europe can make any Summer go by a quick rate right?&lt;div&gt;School starts the 24th and I have to say that I am super excited about it. I am looking forward to heading to class, and just experiencing the college life while I can. However, ask me in a month or so if I still like it and I'll let you know. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved into our new "pad" and we've been working on making it livable. We live on the corner of 400 South and 1300 East, so it's close to campus and will be easy to get to class and of course the football games. Hopefully we have a good year. GO UTES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that not a whole lot is going on with me. Just trying to stay motivated to go out and go running. I can't believe we're about 6 weeks away from the St. George Marathon. I am actually really excited about it and am not necessarily ready for it to be here, am ready to have it over with. They say that after your first marathon one of two things happen. 1) You hate it more than anything: and, if you continue running at all, it's short distances (5 and 10 K's), or 2) You become even more addicted to it and have to run more marathons. I am kind of hoping for option number 2. I have honestly come to love running. Who would have thought right? I was SO opposed to running even two years ago. There is just something about going out and running off your stress, taking in the sights, and just feeling good about yourself. I love the way I am beginning to feel as I gain an endurance and hey, if I start looking better then that is a plus as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that though kiddies, not a whole lot is going on. Enjoy summer to the fullest this last week and a half for you U students, and a bit longer for the school down south, which shouldn't be named, and I'll be updating soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-7444366224033509685?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/7444366224033509685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7444366224033509685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7444366224033509685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-1568144562374379400</id><published>2009-07-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:24:56.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George</title><content type='html'>It's 4:00 am. I am standing in the parking lot waiting to board the bus. I am not really sure what to be expecting. Probably because it hasn't happened yet. Those are the feelings that I am anticipating while I await to board the bus to the starting line for the St. George Marathon.  I usually get a few questions when people find out that I will be running in the marathon. "Are you excited?" I will answer with an enthusiastic; "Yes!, But I am sure the nerves will kick in once the time draws near."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I guess the time has finally drawn near because yesterday I got nervous! I guess it all started about 2 weeks ago. How did it happen? It went something like this. My phone made the famous ring when I receive a text. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wow. Am I still going to run in the marathon. I now have no motivation to go and run every day. I come home and am exhausted and sore. But I responded with one word. Yes. Why? I have absolutely no idea. It's just something so big in my life. "Hey, did you know that he ran the St. George marathon"? That's what I imagine people saying. Ha. I wish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My next set of nerves hit yesterday as I was reading over all the rules and what to expect papers again. It hit me that this is real. It's real and competitive and this is my first marathon. I just keep telling myself, "you're not doing this for anyone else but you." "This is just a you against yourself race. Who cares what happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So that is what I will do. In two months, and at 4:00 am on October 3rd, I'll board that bus by myself, and in my mind will be the only one running in the race. I'm sure I'll be chatting with you before then... And I'll let you know how things are going. Till then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&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/5963755511474634071-1568144562374379400?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/1568144562374379400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-george.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/1568144562374379400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/1568144562374379400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-george.html' title='St. George'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-5478881228138184417</id><published>2009-07-19T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:09:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Siento</title><content type='html'>Hey buddies!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am so sorry that I have been so bad at keeping up with this blog. My goal(as always), is to be better.  So I guess I should give you an update! My brother and I are getting ready to move into our new house in Salt Lake City. It should be really fun and we're living with some great people. It is right by Rice Eccles Stadium. So if you need parking(for a fee), for a football game, let me know. LOL.  So we've been down there cleaning and trying to get it ready for people to move in. We'll have a welcome party and expect all of you to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that not a whole lot is going on. The St. George Marathon is soon upon us and training is going well. The mileage is up and I am feeling a lot better about it. I have another blog that I like to update my running and training on so feel free to read and follow that as well. It's pretty sweet. Let me know what you think(togetheronefight.blogspot.com). Well.... I guess for now that should do but I will be back soon with a fun and interesting blog. Ha! Talk to you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-5478881228138184417?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/5478881228138184417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-siento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/5478881228138184417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/5478881228138184417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-siento.html' title='Lo Siento'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-5025139450695959647</id><published>2009-06-20T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:18:24.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. I am alive.</title><content type='html'>Wow-&lt;div&gt;So I have a lot to get caught up on. I am not even sure where to start. I guess we'll go from where I last left off. As you might be able to tell we made it safely through Europe and made it home alive without killing each other. That is a definite plus. Europe was incredible. It was such an adventure. Even better, the good times most definitely out shined the bad times of being lost, trying to sleep on a train with someone with horrible B.O, or a train that was literally a hundred degrees. Looking back on it though, even those became good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in Zurich Switzerland and I was not ready for what hit me. I thought we'd get off the plane, walk to our hostel and just start our journey right then. Boy was I wrong. We walked off the plane to a BEAUTIFUL city. However, we COULD NOT figure out where to go. Was it because we were just Americans who didn't want to ask where to go? Maybe. But I think the other part was, even if we had asked, we wouldn't know what was being said to us(assuming the Swiss understood what we told them). The Language barrier. YIKES! Luckily they speak 5 languages out there and one of them is English. We made our way to the hostel and then the trip became un-real. All of the stops we made; Zurich, Switzerland, Amsterdam, The Netherlands, Brussels, Belgium, London, England, Paris, France, Rome and FLorence, Italy, Wien, Austria, and Praue, Czech Republic, we absolutelt incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were definite tourists and it was amazing. The Colosseum was prob a stand out for me. To think people built that before 100 AD is mind blowing. They just have so much. It was also a favorite because we ran into our good friends from Park City as we were randomly walking to over look Rome at sunset(CLiche? Who cares). Florence was beautiful. We wanted to go swimming because it was so hot. Well. 2 hours later we found it and we found something else too. We came across the finish line of the Giro de Italia or the Tour of Italy. It was really neat to experience that, and we saw Mr. Lance Armstrong. Right Courtney and Alex? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Europe wasn't just touristy stuff though. There is just plain beauty there as well. Prague was breath taking. A castle sits on top of a hill that over looks the city. It was amazing trying to make our way up there late at night. It looked like the castle at DisneyLand. The country that stood out to me however of a place that I will live(yeah, it's a promise), was Zurich, Switzerland. The place is SO clean.  There is NO trash, and there are NO homeless. People there are amazing. Let us set aside the fact that they speak 5 languages(German, English, French, Dutch, and Swiss-German), and focus on how studly they all are.  We were on the tram to the hostel and men were hoping on with Armani suits. Not just the men, but the women too. Everyone was dressed nicely. And it wasn't because it was a work day. They are always like that. They also drive around in sweet cars too. They know what's up let's say. It was just a good feeling place. We ended our trip there as well. We got off the train from Berlin and it felt like we were home. I thought to myself. Yes, this will be a place that I will live. So. I'm sure you're all bore by now, but I'll talk about Europe more later. And if you're wondering. Depending on who you are; yes, you can come visit me in Zurich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-5025139450695959647?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/5025139450695959647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-i-am-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/5025139450695959647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/5025139450695959647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Yes. I am alive.'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-4738435757069845883</id><published>2009-05-05T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:09:02.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are now free to move about the Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SgByg3R4mUI/AAAAAAAAACs/rjpQuFjXzLg/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SgByg3R4mUI/AAAAAAAAACs/rjpQuFjXzLg/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332387867727010114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his slogan was an old southwest commercial where it would play the "bing" as if the captain was turning off the seat belt sign. It'd then say, you are now free to move about the country. At the time I thought it was pretty catchy.  I just thought of that commercial today and thought about applying it as we explore Europe in less than a week. First; let me say, that I am so super excited to get there that I am having a hard time focusing on my final in a few hours, and thought that I should blog about the trip while I am "studying" in the library. However; being excited, there are things that I am really just not looking forward to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The flight there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The flight there&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, I'll be with some cool people, but just being in an airport, or on an airplane for over 24 hours just isn't quite my ideal thought on fun. But once we land in Zurich the next morning, and as we pull into the gate, and the captain finally turns off the fasten seat belt sign, it is now our opportunity to move about the country.  And move about the country is exactly what we will do. From Zurich we're off and around throughout the country. We'll be making stops in Brussels, Germany, Prague, Amsterdam, London, Paris, Rome, Vienna, etc... We'll be moving all right. Hitting up all the sites, sleeping on trains, and even some ghetto red light district hostels. Why not you know? It's the trip of a lifetime so experience everything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;n experience it we will. Before I go any further, let me explain one thing. I HATE SPENDING MONEY. However, yesterday I went out and purchased a new Nikkon DSLR camera. I am glad that my federal tax return helped me purchase it. I thought to myself. I've always wanted a "big boy" camera. And it'll be a perfect time to be taking pictures of anything and everything. I also have that fear that I look dumb taking pictures of what I think is cool. But I am going to take pictures of whatever I want because I am a tourist there, along with basically thousands of other people. Who cares, I wont see you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; think it has finally hit me that we are leaving, and that we will be traveling around the country for three weeks just chilling and having a ball. Bring it on. It should make for an interesting update when we get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-4738435757069845883?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/4738435757069845883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-now-free-to-move-about-country.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/4738435757069845883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/4738435757069845883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-now-free-to-move-about-country.html' title='You are now free to move about the Country'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SgByg3R4mUI/AAAAAAAAACs/rjpQuFjXzLg/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-6183064764349040107</id><published>2009-04-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:45:02.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T- Minus 11 and counting</title><content type='html'>The countdown has begun. I feel almost as if I am one of the characters from Apollo 13 making my way to the shuttle. Who knows what lies before us on the upcoming journey. So many uncertainties, but so much fun at the same time. However; we wont be walking on the moon, but rather on the streets of cities such as Brussels, Rome, Amsterdam, and Vienna.  I feel that I am locked in with the rest of the crew on the upcoming mission. Courtney and Alex Smith, and Blake Barcus. We're ready and the final preparations are being made. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backpack- Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hygiene products- Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Towel and blankets- Check and check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets- Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reservations for hostels- Check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes- Check(For Ryan and Alex at least)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Before we know it we'll be on a plane via Switzerland to brave other countries and people for 19 days. A little nerve racking when you think about it, and definitely getting more and more scary as the time draws near, but at the same time, what an experience this will be.  So... From the flight deck, this is so long for now. We'll have a sign off before we leave on May 10th. Until then. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-6183064764349040107?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/6183064764349040107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-minus-11-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6183064764349040107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6183064764349040107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-minus-11-and-counting.html' title='T- Minus 11 and counting'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-8781517856301407095</id><published>2009-04-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:06:17.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Harry met......... The Smith's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2070573009_81869e4f00.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2070573009_81869e4f00.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your typical Sunday evening. We had just finished dinner and thought that it would be fun to head to the park for a little fun in hitting the volleyball around. We got in the car, and were on our way. We arrived, and started messing around on the volleyball court. Like I said; Just a normal Sunday evening in Park City.... Until we met Harry.&lt;div&gt;Harry; a young boy(I'd say who was 10), was playing basketball when we arrived. He had his Jazz shorts on, and his D-will jersey(don't get me started on the Jazz either). There really was nothing too out of the ordinary about this boy when he was shooting hoops. I think that Harry was intrigued by the fun we were having on the court and wandered on over. There was no communication between us and him: he just walked on the court, and stated that he was going to play. Luckily, he didn't pick the side that Alex and I were on. We asked how his day was with which he said; "alright, except the Jazz SUCK!..... and Kobe cheats on his wife. That's a fact. But he's good at basketball". To add a little character to Harry have I mentioned that he had this cheeto/gatorade/spaghetti-o mustache thing going on. He would grab the volleyball, and every time, throw it behind his back like in basketball. It'd never come close to its' mark, but why not try right? There were the times where he'd scream things in his little martian language, and turn around to make quite the scary face at his teammates. Other times he wouldn't serve until Alex would stop dancing on the other side of the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry sure did entertain us. Or maybe it was our sly remarks to each other about the young boy that he would never understand what made it so funny. The night went on; and Harry still wanted to play. He even threatened to "fire" Courtney for not getting a few serves. We ended up leaving a bit later; and in doing so, left the mystery of this young child up in the air. Who was he? Why was he just hanging out at the park by himself? Did his parents know where he was? And most importantly... What was that substance on his face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-8781517856301407095?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/8781517856301407095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-harry-met-smiths.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8781517856301407095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8781517856301407095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-harry-met-smiths.html' title='When Harry met......... The Smith&apos;s?'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-4887909383007515147</id><published>2009-04-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:42:09.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Ryan of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ryan of 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your present self(2009). I've learned some things over the past few months and since I have been home from Tacoma, and I'd like to pass those things on to you. I hope that there is valuable information in this letter. For those of you who "follow"(Courtney.... And maybe sometimes Raab), maybe there will be something in there for you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, don't take life too seriously. It really doesn't matter. Have fun. By being too serious you pass opportunities by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take risks and do things that you might other wise not. When a random trip to Europe comes up.... Go AGAIN. Do things that you really don't necessarily want to. You'll look back on it and think to yourself; "I'm glad I did that".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember all the good friends you have. Make time to spend with them. One day you might turn around and they wont be there. Don't let anything come in between you and them. NOTHING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love taking pictures. Don't  be afraid to take them. Who cares of what people might think as you take them. You'll never see them again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the time to meet new people. There are always fun and interesting people out there. Take a chance, and get to know them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that in 2009 you wanted to create your own company. You want to run a company. A successful company. Don't let the boringness of life lose focus on that. You can do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take chances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't forget how you got to where you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel. It's your favorite thing. Go new places. While you're in a new and exciting place, you can accomplish fact #5.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you haven't done it by now. RUN A MARATHON. It's been in your mind for quite some time now. Now is the time if you haven't. If you have.... Good for you. I guess you can find something else to replace #10.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-4887909383007515147?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/4887909383007515147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-ryan-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/4887909383007515147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/4887909383007515147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-ryan-of-2011.html' title='Hello Ryan of 2011'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-8810215536531196053</id><published>2009-04-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:41:49.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springin' into Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/Marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/Marathon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he weather cast called for rain late Friday into Saturday morning. Saturday morning and into the afternoon was supposed to be in the 60's in Salt Lake. Perfect I told myself. Saturday morning was the Sprinin' into Summer 5K held at the University of Utah. I woke up at 6, showered, and headed out. I didn't find sun or the warm weather.&lt;div&gt;However; as I stepped out of my car at the Museum of Fine arts wasn't warmth. It wasn't Spring. That was for sure. It was a chilly 40 degree rain. The wind didn't seem to help any either. I checked in, and waited around for the race to start. Others were stretching, and running in circles(literally), to get themselves ready. I didn't feel a need for the stretching or running around. I felt that my preparations so far were good. It was a mind game now. As the stinging rain pelted me on my face, I began to wonder what I was up against. Where would the course take me? What were my best strengths?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he University Police car started down the road and the crowd of about 300 followed. It had begun. I felt out of place. I didn't know anyone. The group took off a break neck speed. "Maybe I'm not ready for this", I thought to myself. We looped around campus, and I found myself towards the middle of the pack. "Do I make a move? How far into this am I?" I thought. We come around the corner along a road that runs through campus. Wasatch Drive. Looking up at it was intimidating. I thought aloud I'm pretty sure. "Hills". I put my head down and started counting steps. Next thing you know, I find myself working my way through the pack.I pass person after person. One, two... three and four... five, six.... seven,eight,nine, and ten. I think I figured out my strength. Running the hills of Park City seemed to be paying off.  A near accident with some children having an easter egg hunt at the Huntsman center, and the finish line could be sensed. We wind our way down the "hyper highway" and drums can be heard. A corner was rounded and I could see the finish line. "You're almost there. PUSH IT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;wo gentleman seemed to be letting up in front of me and I took it as an opportunity to see if I could beat them to the line. I'm not so sure if they were happy as I passed them about 10 feet in front of the finish line... but I didn't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; didn't win the race today. I don't think I came anywhere close either. I don't care about that though. It was about pushing myself. Discovering who I am. Figuring out what my strengths are, where I can improve. But you better believe; when the Salt Lake Marathon, Half Marathon, and 5K begins on Saturday, I'll be there ready. Ready to push myself further and harder. And yeah, hopefully shave some time off today. Who knows. Maybe one day I'll be up there in the top. But lets take it one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-8810215536531196053?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/8810215536531196053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/springin-into-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8810215536531196053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8810215536531196053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/springin-into-summer.html' title='Springin&apos; into Summer'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-296356957432626270</id><published>2009-04-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:05:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey. I know all about that"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nonstopmac.com/images/ipod-touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.nonstopmac.com/images/ipod-touch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;usic. Music very well could be one of my very favorite things in the whole entire world. Everyone asks what you really truly enjoy. Music seems to be one of the highlights for most people. Why is it so important to me? Why do I love it so much?&lt;br /&gt;Music is defined as   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color(&lt;/span&gt;dictionary.com). I think that one of the reasons why I enjoy music is taken from the first part of that definition. Music is an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions. No matter what mood I am in, or however I may be feeling, there is a type of music out there that will fit my needs. It seems that musicians know this. Don't believe me? Try it for yourself. You might be having a great day; maybe even a crappy one, but you turn on the radio and it seems that song was written for you. Some times I actually think to myself; "man; thanks so much (__insert name___), I really needed that right now". I think the singer TI says it best, and he knows what I need when he says; "...what you know about that; hey, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know all about that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;econdly,Music is calming a peaceful. Again. No matter your mood, a good hour in your room listening to some tunes can put a whole new perspective on your day and your life. Having troubles with the opposite sex? I don't care who you are, or what music you like, some time alone listening to EMO will make you feel so much better(okay, okay, go ahead and judge if you want).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he third thing that I love about music is the forms of emotion that are expressed through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rhythm, melody, and harmony. &lt;/span&gt;For the most part I love getting to school, putting my ipod on shuffle and walking to class. I love getting to class and having a song stuck in my head. It sets a tone to my day. Even better than that is while you are walking and a new catchy tune that you swear you've never heard before comes on your ipod, and you need to pull it out and check out who sings this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;aybe all these things are just me. I have a feeling that they aren't though. So as music progresses I look forward to it. I look forward to those singers and producers writing songs solely for me and you.  So I guess my advice to you on these upcoming rainy days, or the time you spend out on the quad or grass as you study for finals is this: Crank up the music, and enjoy as it takes you and your state of mind to new places.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-296356957432626270?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/296356957432626270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-i-know-all-about-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/296356957432626270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/296356957432626270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-i-know-all-about-that.html' title='&quot;Hey. I know all about that&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-6935359521512619859</id><published>2009-04-02T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:14:33.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0140280197.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 475px;" src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0140280197.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t all started at the end of last semester.  I was sitting in my foundations of business thought class going over passages of Aristotle, or Plato, or other philosophers that are pretty difficult to understand. Reading it just wasn't enough either. We had to interpret based on the passage read what there stance on business would be. Man. I could not wait for the final to be over and to stop thinking about that class. On one occasion, we had a "guest speaker" come in to talk about a class that he was offering the upcoming semester. He introduced himself as Alan Sandomir. The name resonated in my mind, and then it hit me. I looked on the front of my Foundations book, and he was one of the authors. I did not want to take a class from a guy who writes college text books. Their tests are impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e said something very interesting that caught my attention. "No homework, quizzes, or tests will be given during the course. All you have to do is show up." Now this caught my attention. After talking to my brother who had taken the course and enjoyed it, I decided to enroll in the class. I've never been in a class where there the only grade you get is for just showing up. But yet, I find myself taking notes, and even emailing Professor Sandomir if I am not understanding a concept. What class would make any "normal" college student do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he name of the class is Power Basics. It was created for then Utah football coach Urban Meyer to teach football players about power and what an effect it has on the school and in their everyday lives. It was such a hit that first year that it was implemented into the business corriculum. It's the only power class taught in the United States. There are 48 laws to power and each class we study one of the laws. One might be; 'saying less than is needed'. Or, 'making your enemies your friends'. Each law is then described by example and why it is effective. I hate hate hate textbooks, but I actually found myself reading this book on my flight to Nashville. Not because I had to read but because it was just so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday we talked about something really important. It hit home to me. We were talking about the current global problems that we are having and the question was possed to us; "what will seperate you from all of the other people that are applying for the same job that you are"? I thought. I am not sure.  He talked about a principle of power that will stay with me for the rest of my life probably. He said that there are two types of people in the world. There are the squirrls and the hawks or eagles. Hawks and eagles will do anything that they need to for the ability to survive. They have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will  &lt;/span&gt;to survive. He said that by studying these principles, and applying them in situations that are relevant having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will  &lt;/span&gt;to succeed nothing could stop us. By understanding power and using it to your advantage, you'll get that job, gain influence, and do whatever it is that your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; wants to do. I thought I'd just tell you a little bit about it because it had an impact on me today. The book is title the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 48 laws of Power  &lt;/span&gt;writen by Robert Greene. I highly reccomend it to you as you pursue your dreams and desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-6935359521512619859?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/6935359521512619859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/principles-of-power.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6935359521512619859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6935359521512619859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/04/principles-of-power.html' title='Principles of Power'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-5073974369685921073</id><published>2009-03-29T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:59:28.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hit the road Jack...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdBDlMngsuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Pp7dPgRfRAo/s1600-h/figi.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdBDlMngsuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Pp7dPgRfRAo/s320/figi.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318825466245722850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his song that is often heard toward the end of the game when the visiting team is down, and the crowd is ready for them to.... well; hit the road is now officially my song for this current winter storm.&lt;br /&gt;It all started just a few weeks ago. The weather had turned into what most people were calling "spring". Weather had suddenly risen to the mid 60's or 70's. Life was good. Utahan's had even started to get to brace for spring and even the wonderful summer months. My sister even put away her snow clothes in preparation for the warm weather. What a time this was. Grass was beginning to show, minds began wandering to when class was over, and when they could hit up the local pools once the weather had remained warm for a few weeks. Things were looking up and Summer was beginning to show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ow wrong was I, as well as all of those who had the same feelings as I. As for my sister, and anyone who knows her; getting clothes out of her "stash", can be quite the project. The bed is raised on cinder blocks because she just has too many clothes. That set aside however, we must again prepare for that horrible thing called Winter. My message to this storm and the others that are "scheduled" to hit Utah this week; "Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back no more. No more. No more." I think I can speak for all of Utah residents when I say; "we're ready for spring, and all the fun activities that come along with it." So, I am looking forward to sand volleyball, swimming, being outside, and enjoying all that Summer has to offer, and not worrying about this horrible thing outside right now called Winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-5073974369685921073?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/5073974369685921073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/03/hit-road-jack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/5073974369685921073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/5073974369685921073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/03/hit-road-jack.html' title='&quot;Hit the road Jack....&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdBDlMngsuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Pp7dPgRfRAo/s72-c/figi.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-8314188482749150678</id><published>2009-03-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:27:41.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notorius Nashville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SclOYTUIyvI/AAAAAAAAABY/DHbJxnOSx8A/s1600-h/nashville.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SclOYTUIyvI/AAAAAAAAABY/DHbJxnOSx8A/s320/nashville.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316867014496144114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey ya'll! Welcome to Nashville!", came the voice over the airport intercom as I exited that jet runway. It was midnight, and I had been traveling for what seemed like forever to get to this place. I mean; really, there are absolutely NO direct flights from Salt Lake City to Nashville? So far, the country music star welcoming people to Tennessee wasn't helping my mood. I left at about 3 PM and had to make a connecting flight in Dallas. When I was hanging out in the airport I thought to myself, "hey, I could see myself spending 5 days here, this is a sweet place!". It seemed as I said that in my head, my group was called to board and to make the next 3 hour flight to... Nashville? "What am I getting myself into?"&lt;br /&gt;Well... Mr. Hank William Jr's voice when I arrived in Nashville didn't do much for my mood. I made my way down to the baggage claim(because the flight was too full for my carry on). Grabbed my bag, and went  to meet Phil outside. Surprised he was awake at such an hour in all honesty. We left the "International Airport" and made our way to Hendersonville. I was surprised. Nashville had freeways and highways? Wow. It was pitch black so I don't remember much of the scenic part of the state. A quick tour of the home and I was off to bed. I will say though, what a house my parents found out in Nashville. I had made the trip out there for spring break; and more importantly, to watch basically non stop basketball. I awoke the next morning in time to go out and play basketball at the local baptist church and boy what a work out. I spent basically the next two days in the entertainment room watching basically the teams I picked in my bracket win. But it was a blast! It's literally an entertainment room with a projector blasting sports, movies, or you name it onto a screen the size of a huge wall. For effect you can turn on the "crystal stars" that are built into the ceiling for effect. I hadn't made my way away from the house unless it was to play some hoops or to hit the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to head to down town Nashville to check out the sites. "Shouldn't take long" I thought. But as we drove into the city, I found skyscrappers, a professional football stadium, and basically a place that looked a lot like Salt Lake. The only thing different was a little southern accent that I laughed at everytime I heard it as well as the occasional mullet that would HAVE to be pointed out to my dad. We hit up the Country Music Hall of Fame and other local sites. All in all not a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;As I left Nashville for the day filled with connecting flights and traveling in airports, I thought to myself; "wow, I was really wrong about this place. It's not so bad". So, the next time you are checking places to go, and someone suggests Nashville Tennessee, give it a shot. It's not just country farm land, but rather a growing city that has basically everything we do. And listen for Mr. Hank William Jr welcoming you when you arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-8314188482749150678?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/8314188482749150678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/03/notorius-nashville.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8314188482749150678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/8314188482749150678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/03/notorius-nashville.html' title='Notorius Nashville'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SclOYTUIyvI/AAAAAAAAABY/DHbJxnOSx8A/s72-c/nashville.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-3545071917477713788</id><published>2009-03-07T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:03:44.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Ryan Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robbloom.com/popculture/images/ForrestGumpRunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://robbloom.com/popculture/images/ForrestGumpRunning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's officially March and hopefully Spring is coming soon behind. I am not too familiar with the subject I am about to speak because this is only the second year that I have really gotten into it. But with Spring comes the opportunity for running outside. It's hard to run during the winter months due to the fact that in Utah we're stuck with treadmills and us staring at the wall or "mini" T.V. in front of us for who knows how long. With the nice weather however and the sun, and the snow melting, it allows for "us" runners to get outside. There really is nothing better than just heading out and running around taking in the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; really got into running when I returned from my LDS mission. My goal was to start with a local 5K.  We'll just say that for each "race" I was supposed to run, something would happen where things just wouldn't work out. This year however will be different. I'm committing to you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now; &lt;/span&gt;races will be run this summer. It will all start with the University of Utah 5K that will happen April 11th in Salt Lake City, followed by the Salt Lake City Marathon/mini marathon/5K April 18th.  After a short break; including a trip to Europe. training will continue to commence and culminate with the Jordenelle triathlon held August 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;figure that by putting it here for the whole world to read (said with mostly sarcasim), that it will help moticvate me to keep on pushing and to accomplish it. So, let the festivities begin! We'll keep you up to date and in the loop (because you prob really want to know: again note sarcasim).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-3545071917477713788?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/3545071917477713788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-ryan-run.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/3545071917477713788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/3545071917477713788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-ryan-run.html' title='Run Ryan Run!'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-6309645876169631293</id><published>2009-02-19T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:56:25.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've reached the Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SZ3nNa8Pj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EWLF93ZsgPs/s1600-h/maroon5index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SZ3nNa8Pj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EWLF93ZsgPs/s320/maroon5index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304650153868627938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am currently working as an intern for a company in Orem called Omniture. I am working on marketing a student entrepreneurial competition which judges student companies throughout the state. It's pretty sweet, and a great experience. Last night though, I realized what a sweet gig working for Omniture really brings. Let's go to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Each year, the company holds its annual Summit which is a giant conference for clients and customers to attend. Basically, it's an opportunity for Omniture to throw a party.  Keep in mind;  for example, Halloween. Employees have the day before Halloween off, so a set designer can come in to transform the work place literally into a scene from a horror movie. The Summit is still a big deal to them. I walk into the Grand America hotel lobby, greeted by a mariachi band. I receive my press badge and enter the event. One room contains a huge screen just playing SportsCenter, and food found at sporting events is being served. Across the hall is a champagne room, where people have already gotten their grove on. I want to check more of this event out. I mean, what kind of party is this?  I walk down the hall-way to find Ray Allen and Paul Pierce of the Boston Celtics hanging out on some lobby chairs. Just so happens that they are in town to play the Jazz and are at the hotel. Man, this is getting good. Nothing can top that right? As I think that, the words, "I wont go home without you; it's not over tonight; just give me one more chance to make it right...." I turn the corner, walk into the ballroom to find Maroon 5 playing. What a show! I wondered to myself; who calls up Maroon 5 to play at a company party? And who would they have gotten if we weren't experiencing this recession? Made me want to stick around with the company possibly, check out some more of these parties. Sound good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-6309645876169631293?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/6309645876169631293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-reached-summit.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6309645876169631293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/6309645876169631293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-reached-summit.html' title='I&apos;ve reached the Summit'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SZ3nNa8Pj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EWLF93ZsgPs/s72-c/maroon5index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963755511474634071.post-7439578838086749970</id><published>2009-02-15T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:18:13.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog NUMERO UNO!</title><content type='html'>Well. I never thought that I would actually be what you call a "blogger", but I guess we will check it out. Half of my battle was trying to come up with a name for my blog and I am still not sure that I nailed it. I wouldn't calssify my self as a "whitty" or even a "good" writer, so hopefully that isn't one of your pre-req's in reading others blog. I'm not even sure what to write, so I will try and keep it new and interesting. So with that being said, let us start on our blog journey. It'll be exciting to see who comes along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;                    Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963755511474634071-7439578838086749970?l=smithryang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/feeds/7439578838086749970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-numero-uno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7439578838086749970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963755511474634071/posts/default/7439578838086749970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithryang.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-numero-uno.html' title='Blog NUMERO UNO!'/><author><name>Ryan Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407373449380512112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s1d48thy3z8/SdZARx7Dr9I/AAAAAAAAACM/JfttHSVIAlU/S220/Ryan+486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
