And the Winner is...

Kirk. The winner is Kirk, with a time of 1:02:51. Nice Job, Kirky.

The winner of what, you may ask? The winner of a 10K. 1st one I have ever run. First one ANY person in my growing up genetic family has ever run. And it was awesome.

It was in Mantua, and it was a gorgeous morning, and the race went around a gorgeous lake, that unfortunately we didn't get a picture of.  But here are the mountains, and they were beautiful too. 

This was my fan club. Cutest fan club ever. And I was so happy to see my family cheering for me!

This sign told us to turn left. Pretty obvious. But no, I missed it. Luckily Mike was there to chase me down and keep me on the right path. That could have ended in disaster.

Kirk really did awesome. He had surgery on his leg I think a month ago? A little more than a month? Anyway, he ran the entire way. He was amazing.

My mom and I stayed close to each other pretty much the whole way. I ran the whole way (which was my only goal. And I am so happy!) She ran mostly with some walking in between, but she never fell behind me which just goes to show there is more than one way to skin a cat (this is just a figure of speech. I have never skinned a cat, nor do I endorse the skinning of cats) Her goal was to make it in under 80 minutes, which she succeeded in. 1:13:54. Oh, and my time was 1:13:49, just for the record.

So, if you look at the picture below closely, you might notice that my mom and I were pretty much in last place (we hold to the theory that the guy behind us was paid to bring up the rear so that first timers like us don't feel bad) And the funny thing is, we don't even care. It was still the coolest thing ever to finish and to accomplish the goals we had set for ourselves. Really, the coolest feeling ever. And that is that.

Work It

Sorry for all the videos but I love this one of my boys all working out. Particularly notice Noah in the background. :)


 

Look Grandpa, See What I Can Do!

When I asked Bradley to say hi to everyone, he said "Hi Grandpa!" and that's it. So this is a video for Bradley's Grandpas.

The Not-So-Perfect Day

If you would like to read a happy story of a perfect day where everything goes well, this is not your post. Please visit "The Perfect Day" post from about a year ago. But, if you don't mind hearing a little bit of my other reality, read on.

The day started out with Bradley waking up at 5. I was out so my very sweet husband got to take care of that one. (Even not so perfect days have highlights) Then, I got up early to exercise with Reesa, Deb, and Rachel. Oh how I hate getting up before 6. I do love those women, though.

So, I get home, and this debt collector calls me. Apparently, we got a ticket in Albuquerque for running a red light back in 2011. What??? I didn’t even know about this ticket. At all. And the lady on the phone was such a jerk. I am so grateful that I have never before had to deal with a debt collector, and I hope to never have to again. Uggh. Worst phone call EVER. Okay. I can’t dwell on that. Moving forward.

So, the boys have just been tough today. Really whiny and clingy. (Perhaps they could sense their mother's overall irritation at the world) I was sitting at the table and Noah crawls under the table to come see me. Then he was trying to stand up, bumps his head on the table, cries, tries to stand up again, bumps his head on the table, cries, and again, tries to stand up, bumps his head, and cries. (all within a couple seconds...I wasn't just watching him passively do this, for the record) . Once I realize he is trying to come see me, of course I move the table and pick him up. Son, at some point you are going to have to learn from previous mistakes.

A bit later, I was sitting on the couch talking to Mike on the phone. Bradley climbs onto the backrest right above me and yells, “Catch me mommy!!” (He must have been listening to conference) and then takes a flying head-dive leap over the top of me, straight into the carpet. He got carpet burn on his face from that one. And he was sad. Naturally.

Next: after about an hour of getting ready (putting on shoes, taking off shoes, going potty, Bradley stripping his pants off, putting pants back on, putting shoes back on...changing Noah, putting shoes back on...why can't we just leave our shoes on?!?) we went to Walmart, and I told him he could walk as long as he stays close to me, just like I do every time we go to any store. Well, we walk past the bathrooms and Bradley yells, “Potty!” and runs straight into the men’s room. What am I supposed to do?? So I try to call him out, but no. He will not listen. So I do, in fact, have to go in and get him, calling out warnings the whole way in. (And yes, there were men in the bathroom when I went in...all behind stalls, thank goodness!) For some reason, Bradley loves to go potty in public bathrooms. It is unexplainable.

All I have to say is that naptime was/is particularly sweet today. The end.