Someone Call The Ambulance, There's Gonna Be An Accident

The training has begun. I am sixteen weeks away and I cannot wait! On June 27 I am running in my first marathon. 26.2 miles of heaven. It's the Rock 'N Roll marathon in Seattle so there will be a different band playing every mile or so and then that night after everyone is done will be the headlining band (which hasn't been announced yet). So, basically this marathon was tailor made for me: Seattle, running, music - not much else needed to make me happy. If they were passing out Cafe Rio salads at the end then it would be perfection. But Cafe Rio is only in Utah and maybe Idaho I think, so that would never happen. I am in dire need of eating one. My little brother is in Utah right now and I told him to bring me one back in his luggage, I don't think he will. I don't think it would be the same either. While I'm on the subject of food, why do my hands still faintly smell like Ethiopian food when it's been like 2 days since I went to that most amazing Ethiopian restaurant in Seattle? I wash my hands a lot it should be gone, weird. Anyway, the training is pretty easy. It's basically the same amount I already run except one day a week I have a really long run. Like last week I ran 10 miles straight, next week 12, next week after that 14, and so on with some variation. There are tons of trails through the woods out here and I just run through them for hours, it's awesome. As long as I don't get attacked, by human or bear, I should be good. I guess we'll see.

It's seem I have been faced with quite the dilemma, The Killers and Cold War Kids have concerts on the same night and I don't know which one to go to! They are on April 22ND, a couple weeks after my birthday so I figure that's a pretty good present for myself but I just don't know which one! I guess it should be settled in the fact that I have never seen The Killers and I have seen Cold War Kids. But what if when I saw Cold War Kids I had a bad experience? Not because the show was bad, they did great, but my company was bad. (that guy- as Whitney would say. Hey, at least I didn't have to pay for my ticket right?) And I would love to see them again and see them perform their new stuff. I can only imagine how wonderful "Relief" is live and you know they would do "Hospital Beds". Oh good crap. But Brandon Flowers is so gorgeous and Day and Age needs to be seen live by me. Actually I really want to see them perform "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine". Well, looks like I will be losing sleep over this, great. (Really I probably won't at all)

I love being in my home state so much because when I get pulled over for speeding, which I totally didn't coming home late last night, I can be like - "Really? Do you know Trooper Zebley, yah I'm pretty sure he's a sergeant for Washington State Patrol, probably yours, oh yah and totally MY DAD. So why don't you go ahead and NOT write that ticket."- Yah that's not what I said at all, but it never fails to be funny when they see my last name and go "Oh are you related to Trooper Zebley?" No officer, I'm not. Zebley is an extremely common last name I'm surprised you've never heard it. Of course I'm related to him.

This Is The World That We Live In, I Feel Myself Get Tired

St. Patrick's Day is pretty much a pointless holiday, unless you drink, which I don't. But it's a good reason to have a huge race in Seattle right? Well my brother Matt and I think so and we participated in the St. Pat's Day Dash early this morning. It's just a quick 3 3/4 ish mile run around Seattle starting near the Key Arena (As I walked past the arena I felt a surge of anger at all the Sonics games I will never get to attend, then it passed and I wondered if they would let people play basketball in there since they are clearly not using it for NBA games. I'm sure they don't) and going around town a bit ending back near the E.M.P. (that odd shaped building in Seattle Center that is filled with music memorabilia that I love) There were over 8,000 people in the run, I think way more than that actually. It was ridiculous! Matt and I reached the enormous crowd with about one minute before start time to safety pin our numbers and tie our chips to our shoes, then we were off and lost in the mess of people. I couldn't have felt more cliche with rain pouring down on me as I hit the shuffle button on my iPod and Drain You-Nirvana was the first song that came up. I smiled, turned it up and started weaving my way through the other runners. The rain lasted the entire run and well into the rest of the day. Nothing is more invigorating than running in the rain, I highly suggest it to anyone. Less than a half hour later I crossed the finish line and found my brother who had finished a couple minutes before me. We wandered around the booths and grabbed as much free stuff as possible and people watched (we do that A LOT, try it it's awesome). Nothing like a bunch of people dressed as leprechauns and getting drunk on a Sunday morning. I laughed at the funny ones then left so I could go to church.

After church and some reading/napping I went downstairs to help with dinner. I was trying to open a can of pineapples to put on the pizza we were making and sliced my finger pretty insanely bad. I kind of just stood there staring at it in shock as the blood gushed all over the counter until my dad grabbed a paper towel and started putting pressure on it. My step mom was freaking out and saying I needed to get stitches, and my dad was messing with my finger trying to get it to stop bleeding and asking if I felt light headed because I was loosing a lot of blood, all the while I was just standing there silently like - wow this is pretty annoying and I'm pretty hungry. I didn't want stitches and it should heal fine, but I will probably have a nasty scar. Good thing though, you know it is pretty important to me that I always remember that time we made pizza for dinner. You just can't let the good memories slip away.

7 Minutes In Heaven

As I was running and listening to my iPod the other day, I realized something. Most of my favorite/the best songs out there are about 7 minutes long or a least very close to that. Yet I still find them to be not long enough, they should go on forever. It seems the longer a song is the better it is. Weird, here's some good ones -

Sick Sad Little World - Incubus 6:23
Aqueous Transmission - Incubus 7:46
Asleep - A Film in the Ballroom 7:14
Pictures of You - The Cure 7:28
Limousine - Brand New 7:42
You Won't Know - Brand New 5:42 (not quite as close to 7 min but so unbelievably worthy)
MFEO - Jack's Mannequin 8:01
Knocked Up - Kings of Leon 7:10
The Sun and the Moon - Mae 7:16
The Beautiful Ones - Mariah Carey 6:59
Space Dementia - Muse 6:20
Sunset on a Friday - Mitch Zebley ongoing

These are just a few 7 minute (ish) wonders that have crossed my path and will forever continue this journey of life with me. There are plenty more out there, but these are the ones that came to my mind first. So they win.

Not that I'm super proud of where I'm from or anything, except that I am, check out all the great bands that Washington state has given the world!

Nirvana (probably 100% of Washingtonians love Nirvana, even if they are hardcore hip hop fans like my little brother)
Modest Mouse
Pearl Jam
Alice in Chains
Death Cab for Cutie
Postal Service
Sound Garden
The Presidents of the United States of America
Jimi Hendrix


And if anyone cares at all, I pretty much can't stop listening to Interpol right now. Mainly Our Love to Admire, I have the other two also but that ones definitely getting a lot of play time in La Toya.

First off there is a new member to my family, La Toya. She is Afrian American. It's pretty awesome. I got her about two weeks ago in Issaquah. Her name comes from my brother. The night I purchased her I drove her over to Matt's house and walked in and told the guys I got a new car that is African American and asked what I should name her. Matt immediately yells - La Toya Jackson. So that is her name, but she is still a Zebley. The best part about her is that she is a stick. When looking for cars I found myself being somewhat of a snob in that I wouldn't even give the car a chance unless it was a stick. Kind of like how I won't give a guy a chance unless I like his hair. Harsh I know. (I'm not shallow I swear, I just like what I like) It's fine I found what I wanted, and she drives like a dream.



The other day I didn't have work and everyone was busy except for my sleeping brother on the couch. He had a pretty late night the night before so I chose not to wake him and set out on my own. Oh remember that song by the Used? That takes me back, what a good one. Anyway, so I got in La Toya, headed for Snoqualmie and about 15 minutes later I was there. (I wished the drive was longer so I could have had more quality music time. Oh well, I know my music will always be there waiting for my return. I can count on that if nothing else.) I was excited to once again make that quick hike down to Snoqualmie Falls. This time by myself with my only distractions being the other hikers I occasionally passed. I would post some pictures, but blogger is being dumb so I can't. The hike really is ridiculously short; the parking is even limited to 90 minutes, which is stupid.