Things that happen while running...

I can't believe it!  I really can't believe it.

I was running the other evening.   As I was running, I jumped off the sidewalk to pass this man walking his dog.  As I was passing him, he shot a snot rocket!!!!  I mean right as I'm almost parallel with him boogers being shot out of his nose in my direction.  I'm sure I got hit, but I don't want to think about it.  There isn't that much space between the sidewalk and the road.  My reaction:  I just kept running in disbelief.  I did do a quick glance to see if the fellow knew what he had done, but he didn't seem fazed.   No expression on his face, like "oh I didn't see you there", etc.  Nothing!

So here is my warning to all you runners out there:  BEWARE OF THE SNOT ROCKET SHOOTER!!!   He walks his dog in the evening and he doesn't care.  Just doesn't care if he hits you.  If you see him, quickly run in the opposite direction. 

U2

This post is so overdue, but hey better late than never!

For a Christmas present two years ago, my sister and her husband gave Hubbie and I tickets to see U2 with them in Denver at the Broncos Stadium.  Isn't that such a cool present?  No, I'm not 2 years behind in posting.  Bono, whose real name is Paul (how boring after being called Bono your whole life),  hurt his back the summer we were supposed to see him and so he canceled his tour and scheduled it for the following summer.  So in May, Hubbie and I flew out for the weekend for the concert.  It was a once in a lifetime concert.  I mean when is the next time you will see U2??

Anyway, I took some pictures with my phone, which I will warn you did not come out well.  I think I was just so excited.  My favorite part of the whole night was after the opening band (the frey) finished, they turned off all the lights and all you could see were cell phone lights.  It was pretty neat.

This was their sound booth.  Kind of cool - right?

This is the stage - the spider looking thing.  

It was Mid May in Colorado, so it was kind of chilly.  Fine with my fleeces.  This is Hubbie's new favorite hat.  He got it at the Durham Bull's game (the local AAA baseball team in Durham).  I think it is also his favorite because it is Auburn colors.  

In between the opening band and U2, they would put up all these random facts on the screens.  Some were interesting, some depressing.... Later it made for a really neat screen to see U2.

Not a great photo, but this is when they turned off the lights and all the cell phones popped up.  You can't get the feel from the photo, but it was really spectacular.

Yup, that's them.....U2.

So, that was the trip.  Kudos to my sister and husband for a fabulous Christmas gift.  We are always up for more concerts:)
 

Bailey goes to Camp!!

This week, the place where I work, hosted a day camp for the kids at the Durham Rescue Mission.  They have a shelter for women and children.  The children from the shelter came everyday and we did all kinds of fun things with them including a slip and slide on the last day.  We also taught them about Jesus!   They were so precious and I wanted to take each one of them home!  Another fun thing is I got to bring Bailey to work with me!!

Bailey was a huge hit and such a good dog.  They loved him!!  They hugged on him and combed him, took him on walks and threw the ball to him.  Bailey was so tired at the end of the day.  He would come home and just sleep the whole time. Usually in the mornings when we get up, Bailey will hear us and come into our bedroom.  On the mornings after being at camp, we would have to wake him up.  


Here are some pics!  Enjoy!  

Just adorable!

Puppy getting combed.  He loved this! All the attention!

Strawberry Pickin'

Hubbie and I went Strawberry Picking last weekend at Page Farms (pictured above).   It was only about 4 miles from our house and had tons of strawberries.  I was so impressed!!  Neat and clean and strawberries.  What more can I ask for?? It wasn't crowded either.   Another plus.  Enough people for entertainment and people watching, but no fighting over strawberries, although that would have been fun to watch.  My fav are all the kids with the pink all around their mouth from eating strawberries.  Right before you get your bucket to pick, there is a sign that says, "Tasting allowed, but please do not graze!"  Loved it!

Hubbie picking strawberries.   His favorite part about picking strawberries were the the old timers (his term) that were sitting in their lawn chairs when we pulled up wearing overalls and the old time baseball cap.  They must have been the owners of the farm observing operations.  Anyway, he knew it was going to be a good place after seeing them.

We chose the small bucket.  Those strawberries were so red and so good!  I went to work on Monday and they asked what we did over the weekend.  I told them and they asked what I made with the strawberries.  Much to their sadness, I said just a pie and then gave some to some friends where we ate dinner.  Their response, no jam, no freezing, nothing else.  Jokingly they said, somebody got the LB this weekend.  Unfamiliar with what LB meant, I proceeded to ask what that was.   They said, "Lazy Bug".  Yeah, I didn't feel like doing a lot.  Just wanted to pick and eat and then be done.  So, maybe next year I'll jam it up. I did end up making 2 pies since we had so many strawberries and then we just had some plain sliced .  I tell ya, I forgot how good my grandma's strawberry pie is.  Just yummy!  I'll give you the secret ingredient:  7Up!  Who knew people still drank 7Up, but they still sell it in the stores.

Strawberries, Strawberries, Strawberries.  They were everywhere and so many and so red and beautiful.  Hubbie gets the award for finding the biggest strawberry.  I had a picture, but it didn't turn out.  Too many shadows.

More of the farm.  It was a great day. Not hot, just perfect.  

Stanky Leg

This is hilarious.  Hubbie and I laughed so hard.

I know it is long, but be patient!  If you can't wait, then scroll to around the 2 minute mark. You will be rolling...

Holla to all my Memphis friends...doin the stanky leg!!

Thirteen.One

First and foremost, I must take my hat off to all those who have run a marathon.  You should get a medal (if didn't  - you got cheated...go ask for one)!  After running a half, I can't imagine what running another 13.1 miles would feel like.

Now that I have that out of the way and off my chest, in January, my sister called me and asked me if I wanted to run a half marathon with her in April.  At the time, I didn't have a job and so of course thought it was a great idea!  I had all the time in the world to train - what else was I going to do besides look for a job.  Thus the training began.

I was pretty disciplined in my training and even spent a week training in Colorado to do some altitude training.  Just kidding, that isn't the real reason I went to Colorado.  I was there visiting my sister and still needed to train.  That weekend was a 9 mile run - the hardest run of my life.  My 10 mile run the next week was a piece of cake compared to that. 

I want go give a shout out to Hubbie for a few things regarding the half:

• taking the photos 
• driving us to the start on Sunday morning at 6:45am, when he could have been snoozing
• running the last few miles with me on some of my longer training runs
• And the BIGGEST SACRIFICE OF ALL...missing some of the Masters on Sunday.  We drove back Sunday afternoon and so he missed some of the Masters...you know the tradition unlike any other or whatever their slogan is.  We couldn't even get it on the radio so I was giving him leaderboard updates every ten minutes via my snaz phone.     I do have the best Hubbie!

Here are the photos... 

Yes, the name was the Flying Pirate Half Marathon and was in the Outer Banks, NC.  They even shot off a canon when the race began.  Hubbie was fascinated with that.  Arrrghh you ready to run???

One of the fun things about running in a race are all the people.  I am a huge people watcher and so lots of excitement for me.  A lot of people were dressed as pirates, patch and all.  Some women were wearing black and red tutu's.  Not my preferred running attire, but whatever gets you to the finish line.  

Here we are before the race, walking to the starting line.  Note to all you who want to run a race: the port a potty line will be long...make sure you arrive early if you need to go.  Props again to Hubbie for finding a set of porties without a line.  You da best!!  It was maybe 50 degrees when we began the race.  Chilly...
I think we are wondering what have we gotten ourselves into at this point.  It was too late to back out...they had our money!

Right before the race.  Off went the fleece...go time!!  We were in Corral #2, the black bibs.  I felt like a bunch of cattle in those corrals.  Couldn't they have given it another name.  There were 4 corrals total, so we felt good being in the second one.  Each Corral started a few minutes behind the other, I guess this helps spread out the runners and allows the fasties (what I called anyone wearing a red bib since they were in the first group) room so they wouldn't have to pass so many people.  Don't we look so excited to run 13.1 miles!!!

There we are in the pink!  I have my hands raised.  This is between mile 8 and 9.  My sister now has shed her yellow shirt and has on a pink one too.  We didn't even plan it!  Hubbie and my parents were here to cheer us at this spectator point.

There I am in the pink behind the lady with the blue/turquoise shorts on.  Hubbie said she got in the way at the last second.  The last 3/4 mile was up and down hills on mulch (horrible running surface).  But I really felt great.  On my training runs, there was a hill at the end and so I think that helped prepare me. 

Hey, there'z my peeps!!!  Confession time:  You may be wondering why sister is not in the finish photos with me.  Fact: I am still competitive.  Just when I thought I was doing so well.  The story is there was this lady wearing a pink jacket and earlier on the race, I made my sister speed up so we could pass her...I really wanted to pass her.  Then she passed us later in the race.  She was slowing on the hills and so saw my chance to take her.  I took it and in the meantime left my sister (whose knees were hurting her) so I could beat her.  I did this after I told her I that it was okay that she passed us and I would stay with her.  Horrible sister am I to leave her.  Well, good news is our time difference was only seconds and so way to stay with it SIS and still pleading for forgiveness for leaving.  I just had to beat her....

Yay!!! We are done and have our medals and others goods they give you after the race.  I must confess what I was really looking for was a donut.  I ran a 10 mile race several years ago and they had this big tent full of food at the end and they had Krispy Kreme donuts.  Yummm!!    

Couldn't resist this photo with the pirates. They were the greeters into the after race party.  
We are just missing our bandana and patch!  That one pirate might want to be careful that he doesn't do any drastic moves or he might pop one of 
those buttons.

 Little fact, there were over 2000 runners and i think something like 65% were women.  GO LADIES!!

Well, it was fun!  Thanks again to SIS, Hubbie and my parents!!!  We'll do it again soon!!!!

One more Hunter Quote

Just one more Hunter quote that came to me today as I was driving...

One day it snowed.  There were a couple of inches of snow on the road and so as I was taking Hunter to the bus stop I was traveling slow.  They live on a mountain and you have to go down the mountain to the bus stop.

Hunter:  "We are going human speed slow.  I think you can go faster."

Thanks Hunter for your wise counsel on driving in the snow...And just for the record, I wasn't going that slow, but that hill is steep.