I never get tired of this face. Even when he's chomping on my good socks.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tony on the Lawnmower
Well, the title pretty much sums it up...
Our lawnmower is from 1974. That's 11 years older than me, and 9 years older than Tony.
The reason we have such an old lawnmower: 1) It was cheeeaaaap. 2) It's small enough to fit into our front upper lawn, and can go past our air conditioner to get to the back yard and storage shed.
Tony's such a cut-up...
But that's what I love about him!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Balboa Park Cactus Garden
When Brittni was here for the marathon, we visited the cactus garden in Balboa Park. If you want to see other cactus pictures from an earlier trip, see this post from a few years ago.
My favorite:
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Q: Where Have You Been? A: Running.
I completed my first half-marathon this past Sunday. I ran/jogged/trotted/old-man shuffled for over 13 miles.
I got to run with my best friend from college, Brittni. She flew to San Diego from New Orleans for the weekend to participate in the race. She was sweet and encouraging, and stayed at my (sometimes brutally slow) pace the whole way. She told me stories to keep my mind off the pain and the tiredness of my legs. She helped me finish without walking more than a few steps (due to some, um, stomach issues). She helped me sprint through the finish line.
I couldn't ask for a more supportive friend :).
Maybe in a year or two, after some more practice on my part, we can run together again at a faster pace!
There was pain. But I trudged through. I was slower than I wanted to be, but I finished the race.
There were so many hurdles for me to get to the point of jogging for 13.1 miles. There were injuries in training that went away, and there were injuries that lasted through the race. There was learning to win the battle with my mind.
I survived, and I pushed my body to its limit. I pushed my mind to its limit (as evidenced by not being able to form complete sentences for hours after the race...:)...). I may not be the fastest, but I sure did finish.
For me, even though I was slower than I wanted to be, I achieved something HUGE. And now I have a foundation I can build upon. I didn't have that 6 months ago. I was starting from scratch. 6 months ago, I couldn't even run a mile without huffing and puffing and quitting because of a stitch in my side. Now I can say to my friends "Hey, want to go run 5 miles?" on any given day of the week, and I know I'll be able to finish out the run strong.
At the expo, Saturday before the race:
Brittni and Younhee rockin' out...:)
I hope you enjoy the photos from the race, and kudos if you made it through reading my rambling words!
Hanging out in our corral before the race:
I got to run with my best friend from college, Brittni. She flew to San Diego from New Orleans for the weekend to participate in the race. She was sweet and encouraging, and stayed at my (sometimes brutally slow) pace the whole way. She told me stories to keep my mind off the pain and the tiredness of my legs. She helped me finish without walking more than a few steps (due to some, um, stomach issues). She helped me sprint through the finish line.
I couldn't ask for a more supportive friend :).
Maybe in a year or two, after some more practice on my part, we can run together again at a faster pace!
There was pain. But I trudged through. I was slower than I wanted to be, but I finished the race.
There were so many hurdles for me to get to the point of jogging for 13.1 miles. There were injuries in training that went away, and there were injuries that lasted through the race. There was learning to win the battle with my mind.
I survived, and I pushed my body to its limit. I pushed my mind to its limit (as evidenced by not being able to form complete sentences for hours after the race...:)...). I may not be the fastest, but I sure did finish.
For me, even though I was slower than I wanted to be, I achieved something HUGE. And now I have a foundation I can build upon. I didn't have that 6 months ago. I was starting from scratch. 6 months ago, I couldn't even run a mile without huffing and puffing and quitting because of a stitch in my side. Now I can say to my friends "Hey, want to go run 5 miles?" on any given day of the week, and I know I'll be able to finish out the run strong.
At the expo, Saturday before the race:
With sweet Brittni at the cactus garden in Balboa park:
Hanging out in our corral before the race:
32,000 people ran! Can you believe it!?!
My sweet friends, Irit and Younhee, from lab.
Sprint to the finish! Gotta love Brittni!
Wait, if I'm over the finish line, why am I still running??
The whole gang with our finisher's medals!
Whew. I'm glad I did it, and I'm glad it's over...for now!
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