Logan's accompanied us on many various outings, and he's starting to pick up on a few things. Yesterday he was sitting at the kitchen table telling me he wanted a "hamburger with cheese and a small Diet Coke". I died laughing and immediately called my mom, whom he probably got that from (although my mom replied "I would never just order a SMALL Diet Coke").
Later on, he was rummaging through my bag from the Flying Pig Expo where he found the reusable grocery bag that I had gotten as a freebie. I heard him him mumbling something about Wal-mart and I asked him what he said. He said "It's my Wal-Mart bag. It says Wal-mart." Imagine my surprise, because the bag DOES say Wal-mart on it. I have no idea how me knew that.
Every day this kid blows me away with something new.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
13.1
Well, I did it.
I got up at 3:40am Sunday morning. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I met up with my ride around 4:45 and we headed downtown. Dave dropped off the 3 ladies who would be relaying (Dave was the first leg), and we parked (which is when it stared to rain) and headed toward our corrals. I of course was in the last corral. It took forever to get there because some genius decided to put some port-a-potties right along the walkway to get back to the slower corrals, despite their being facilities within the corrals. I figured with the size of our running group it would be easy to find my peeps. I figured wrong. I could not find a single person in my group. I started to panic. I e-mailed Katie who thankfully got my e-mail and found me before it was time to start. We were so far back we didn't even hear the gun go off.
Miles 1-4 were essentially flawless. I felt great, the pace felt great, it wasn't raining hard, but it was enough to keep me cool. My foot was hurting a little from the start, but it didn't get any worse as I went on, which was great. I had decided that I was just going to relax and enjoy the day, take it all in and for the most part I did just that. I also found Steve and Leah, whom I had planned on running with, and I stayed with them until past mile 12, when Leah's knee crapped out.
I started pulling back on my pace when I hit mile 5 because I knew Gilbert/Eden Park Hell were coming up. Mile 5 wasn't bad either.
Miles 6-8 were tough, but no tougher than I expected as this was by far the hilliest part of the course. I took it slow (even for me), but things were still going fine and my pace was still decent. By miles 5-6 my foot was still holding up the same, so I felt confident I would be able to finish.
I was expecting to feel some relief by mile 9, but it did not come. I was starting to tire. My legs, especially my knees, back, and neck were starting to ache.
Miles 10-13.1: pure hell. I got a (huge) blister on the bottom of my right foot, so by this point I thought I was going to die with every step. It was awful. Slowing down helped some, but it was possibly the most excruciating hour (or more--I was going really freaking slow at this point) of my life. And I was in labor for 14 hours. This was supposed to be the "good" part of the race, as it was mostly downhill. However, downhill seemed to hurt my blister even more. I stopped a couple of times to adjust my socks, but the damage had been done. "Luckily" my blister hurt so bad that I didn't notice my cuboid bone at all.
Finally, the finish line was in sight, and I was able to muster up enough strength to run across the finish line. My mom saw me cross, and Kyle's mom was right on the other side, having finished her portion of the relay. I hobbled over to get my medal, and get some snacks (Cheetos, Swiss Cake Rolls, and doughnuts--oh my!). I took my (soaked) socks and shoes off to assess the damage. The blister goes almost all the way across my foot. It hurts like a bitch to walk on. When it was all said and done I felt like I had been run over by a car.
Last night was the celebration party for our running group, which was a great time. When I told my coach about my blisters she said, "Body Glide--it will keep you from getting blisters." Um, say whaa? Why didn't someone tell me about this BEFORE the race. Oh well. I guess I can just consider them by battle scars.
Today aside from the fact that I have to hobble because of my blister, I feel pretty good. Still, I do not plan to run another half marathon anytime soon. I would say never, but given the events of the past year, I never say never anymore. Especially, when yesterday thoughts were creeping in of the "you know you could do it faster." Shut your dirty mouth, brain.
The highlights of the course for me were the Black Eyed Peas wannabes on Gilbert, seeing Elvis in Eden Park, and my most favorite the mile 10 water stop featuring the Walnut Hills football team. They made a bridge with their arms and had us all run under, and their exuberance and enthusiasm were infectious. I was feeling really shitty when I came upon them, and they were a definite bright spot.
So . . .there we are. 13.1 miles. I'm definitely proud, and I love my shiny medal.
I got up at 3:40am Sunday morning. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I met up with my ride around 4:45 and we headed downtown. Dave dropped off the 3 ladies who would be relaying (Dave was the first leg), and we parked (which is when it stared to rain) and headed toward our corrals. I of course was in the last corral. It took forever to get there because some genius decided to put some port-a-potties right along the walkway to get back to the slower corrals, despite their being facilities within the corrals. I figured with the size of our running group it would be easy to find my peeps. I figured wrong. I could not find a single person in my group. I started to panic. I e-mailed Katie who thankfully got my e-mail and found me before it was time to start. We were so far back we didn't even hear the gun go off.
Miles 1-4 were essentially flawless. I felt great, the pace felt great, it wasn't raining hard, but it was enough to keep me cool. My foot was hurting a little from the start, but it didn't get any worse as I went on, which was great. I had decided that I was just going to relax and enjoy the day, take it all in and for the most part I did just that. I also found Steve and Leah, whom I had planned on running with, and I stayed with them until past mile 12, when Leah's knee crapped out.
I started pulling back on my pace when I hit mile 5 because I knew Gilbert/Eden Park Hell were coming up. Mile 5 wasn't bad either.
Miles 6-8 were tough, but no tougher than I expected as this was by far the hilliest part of the course. I took it slow (even for me), but things were still going fine and my pace was still decent. By miles 5-6 my foot was still holding up the same, so I felt confident I would be able to finish.
I was expecting to feel some relief by mile 9, but it did not come. I was starting to tire. My legs, especially my knees, back, and neck were starting to ache.
Miles 10-13.1: pure hell. I got a (huge) blister on the bottom of my right foot, so by this point I thought I was going to die with every step. It was awful. Slowing down helped some, but it was possibly the most excruciating hour (or more--I was going really freaking slow at this point) of my life. And I was in labor for 14 hours. This was supposed to be the "good" part of the race, as it was mostly downhill. However, downhill seemed to hurt my blister even more. I stopped a couple of times to adjust my socks, but the damage had been done. "Luckily" my blister hurt so bad that I didn't notice my cuboid bone at all.
Finally, the finish line was in sight, and I was able to muster up enough strength to run across the finish line. My mom saw me cross, and Kyle's mom was right on the other side, having finished her portion of the relay. I hobbled over to get my medal, and get some snacks (Cheetos, Swiss Cake Rolls, and doughnuts--oh my!). I took my (soaked) socks and shoes off to assess the damage. The blister goes almost all the way across my foot. It hurts like a bitch to walk on. When it was all said and done I felt like I had been run over by a car.
Last night was the celebration party for our running group, which was a great time. When I told my coach about my blisters she said, "Body Glide--it will keep you from getting blisters." Um, say whaa? Why didn't someone tell me about this BEFORE the race. Oh well. I guess I can just consider them by battle scars.
Today aside from the fact that I have to hobble because of my blister, I feel pretty good. Still, I do not plan to run another half marathon anytime soon. I would say never, but given the events of the past year, I never say never anymore. Especially, when yesterday thoughts were creeping in of the "you know you could do it faster." Shut your dirty mouth, brain.
The highlights of the course for me were the Black Eyed Peas wannabes on Gilbert, seeing Elvis in Eden Park, and my most favorite the mile 10 water stop featuring the Walnut Hills football team. They made a bridge with their arms and had us all run under, and their exuberance and enthusiasm were infectious. I was feeling really shitty when I came upon them, and they were a definite bright spot.
So . . .there we are. 13.1 miles. I'm definitely proud, and I love my shiny medal.
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