Race Day

We ran in the White Rock this morning (me the half - Mike and D the whole). This is Mike and D before the race... And me and D before the race...

D nearing the finish line... Me and D after the race...

Mike and D after the race and after food at IHOP...

It was a really fun experience. I don't know that Mike and D would agree because they are feeling it pretty bad tonight but hopefully they will agree once their soreness has eased a bit.

I ran with a girl named Sarah that I met at the starting line for the first 6 miles. It made the time go by so much faster. The race benefitted Scottish Rite Hospital and Sarah had been a patient there when she was younger. She is an inspiration. And she shared some chapstick with me so I will be forever grateful to her. I know that kind of sounds gross to share chapstick but I am addicted to Carmex and I failed to bring any. By mile 6 I really didn't care that much. At least I didn't have to use the gross port-a-potties.

I was a little disappointed with my time but it was my first one so I can't complain too much. I finished in 2 hours 18 minutes. But D did great - he beat his goal time of 4 hours by 18 seconds! I was so proud!

It's All In the Shoes

D and I ran in a 10k race this past weekend. It was my first 10k so imagine my surprise when I found out that I got 5th place in my age group! I want to leave it at that but I must be honest and tell the whole story...it turns out that when registering for the race D and I got our time chips switched. It’s that little chip that you attach to your shoe to get your official time. So, I got credit for D’s time of 48 minutes and he got stuck with my time of 59 minutes. Instead of getting 5th place, I really got 51st place. Oh well. At least I finished and we had a really good time.
I did have a Tech sighting. I saw Lori Rich. It was so crowded that I couldn't get to her to talk to her but I wonder what she is doing now. Does anyone know?

D and I with our matching yellow running shoes.

Sunday Night Blues

After about 6pm on Sundays I realize that the weekend is almost over and another week of work is ahead of me. So that's where I am right now at 8pm on Sunday night. Does anyone else
get that dreaded feeling? I'll be fine tomorrow around 8am but it's just working myself up for it.
I'm excited for, and thinking about my friend Liz who is going in tomorrow to have her little girl. I pray that everything goes smoothly and that I get a call around lunch to let me know that everything is ok. They still haven't picked out a name yet so hopefully they will be inspired once they see her beautiful face.
D's b-day is this Thursday. I was going to try to plan a party but we decided to take a trip instead so we are leaving Friday for Los Angelos and I can't wait. I've been once before but it was for work and I didn't get to do anything touristy. So if you guys have any suggestions on what to see, let me know. We did get tickets for Wicked on Sunday night but other than that we are don't have any big plans.
So that's about it. I hope everyone has a great week and hopefully I will have some interesting stuff to share after our trip.