Friday, October 31, 2008
Chip time: 1:57:48/Gun time: 1:59;15
149 overall (out of 489 women) and 33rd in my age group (out of 90)
I'm slightly above average and not as fast as a lot of age comrades...
See my official finish picture by typing in my bib # 507 at www.spinxrunfest.com
Monday, October 27, 2008
I did it! In 1:59:11. I skidded over the finish line just in time to make my sub-2 hour secret goal. Despite a week plagued with bad omens (there even was a black cat, I kid you not) and a nasty cold, once my feet found their rhythm, I just cruised along feeling good in the cool rain. Greenville is a beautiful city with a stunning river front that looks stylish even in the rain.
- Gus' exhuberant waving at everyone at the start...they should have just handed him the starting gun, he was a hit with everyone around me and I could barely contain my Mommie-pride
- Jacob changing a run-down battery in the truck at 5:30 in the morning, in the rain. My bad, I had left the key in the ignition in the on position the night before. He janked the battery out of the Jeepster and dropped it into the truck in under 10 minutes...all in the dark and drizzly rain. This man could perform open heart surgery with a wrench and a Swiss Army knife.
- Plenty of water stations and even sandwiches at the end. And a great dry-fit racing T-shirt.
- Feeling strong and smooth in my running despite all the snot slopping around in my sinuses
- You have to race in the South to see this: Femal runners completely done up. And I mean done UP. I don't think I spent this much time on my appearance on my wedding day. These women wear color-coordinated outfits and foundation, mascara, lipstick, eyeliner...the whole nine yards...I think I even smelled hairspray at the starting line. Their hair may be in a ponytail, but it's a coiffed one. Only in the South.
- The lady at mile 7 with the ice cubes sloshing around in her camelbak...it took me a good mile to shake her and her noisy load...why people burden themselves when there is water every two miles, I don't know.
- Another lady at mile 11 carrying what sounded like her entire household and some change in a HUGE fanny pack. The ruckus had everyone scrambling around her away from her. Not only must she be deaf from all the rattling, but blind. "Hey lady, fanny packs are so OUT...and fanny packs with a Hawaiian theme are a low misdemeanor."
- The guy with the crazy knee socks who glued himself to my heels around mile 9 and stayed there...only to pass me on the downhills while spitting in front of my shoes...then I'd catch him again. He finished behind me though. Socks got soaked and sank him.
- The sight of a tampoon string...some shorts are just too tiny to be pulled off - no pun intended
- The lady who stumbled next to me sobbing during an early mile. I was just about to talk to her when she stopped to talk to a helper at a water station. I hope she is OK.
- Lots of chaffing...even vaseline starts to slide in a steady downpour
- A bunch of winos hanging out in front of a liquor store in a lesser part of town. They looked so perplexed watching us go by, it made me laugh. Runners in a race are a crazy sight.
- The lady with a double jogging stoller, who passed us light-footed like an antelope on one of the last uphills. A type-A runner behind me, kept saying "don't look, don't look" but she was hard to overlook. I figured she hadn't gotten up at 5 a.m. to run 13 miles...
My next race will be OUR next race. I'm vowing to take Gus on his first race in the stroller and maybe I'll even manage to talk my driveway-heart-surgeon husband into it. He can do anything!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I may not be fast, but I'll have fun and I'll look forward to seeing my two biggest fans at the finishing line.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Remember how impossibly big this footie-pj looked to us last fall? Gus was just a little bean, sleeping most days and nights and this sweet little outfit loomed large hanging between his teeny onsies and overalls...
Well that was a long time ago, apparently.
Yesterday evening we put the pj on and Gus has been strutting around ever since. Daddy thinks it's a little tight around the butt, but Momma disagrees. It just shows off Gus' diapered bum in a sleek siluette.
This is the kind of outfit every woman dreams to have. The kind that makes you feel good enough to romp around in, do some housework in and still feel flashy enough to pose for a closeup.
Monday, October 13, 2008
I'm no fan of fall. Never have been. I love summer and winter (well. winter in places with a decent chance at snow) for being such ctark seasons. There is a contrast. Bikini or tobagon. You know what you're in for. Clean and simple, that's how I like it.
Spring and fall have always thrown me for a loop. They are more complicated, thriving on sublety on hues and shades a little different each day. Too fluid for me. I always feel a little lost - especially trying to do the every-day chores, while the weather is doing this or that...
But we've had a couple of brilliantly bright gorgeous days here in the tree-y mountains of North Carolina (I'm convinced this is where God came to create trees...and he kept all of them) and I have been fortunate enough to get out into our vast Pisgah Forest and enjoy a couple of idyllic hikes with Gus and some peaceful runs all on my own.
Whenever I'm in it, I adore it, despite my preference for the next season over. I get wrapped up in this annual carnival of colors and smells and get swept up in it...and that's when I understand why some people are fond of saying "when the circus comes to town, you ought to go."
Saturday, October 11, 2008
He is such a wonderful, inquisitive child, always ready to love and laugh...I continue to learn from him.
...oh and he is working on the use and meaning of his first two words...I'm proud to say that one is English and the other German, "hot" and "heiss" they are used to keep him from touching our wood-burning stove...but they also work for all things bright and lights...
He is a warm ray of sunshine to me. Every day. Regardless of what the weather holds in store outside.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Thank you, Auntie Leah, I love my new cube...and Momma is so impressed with your creative sewing skills...it's cuddly and durable...the perfect little punching bag for a rough toddler...
and this cool T-shirt also came in the birthday bag...Gus is feeling his inner Rockstar as you can see...thank you to Auntie Leah, Uncle Andy and Cousin Edward...we (especially Momma) love the new duds...and Johnny Cash IS our favorite...
Sunday, October 5, 2008
He wants to be fast, independent, fearless, play hard and most of all he wants his own set of wheels (hence the Red Flyer wagon and Daddy's skateboard).