Columbus Day...a little late

Columbus Day a year ago: Mabes was in school, Dave had the day off, so we decided to go for a run. We had been working out regularly, our cardio health was great, and I've always wanted to be a runner. The idea of just going out, running, and clearing your head sounded so nice. I was in the best shape I'd been in a long time, so really, how hard could it be?

HARD. That run was terrible. We went about 4 miles (why? I don't know), but I ran maybe 1.5, mixed with lots and lots of walking. It was painful. My knees, shins, everything hurt. For a week afterwards. I had told Dave I wanted be able to run a 5K by the end of the year, but after Columbus Day, I gave up. Screw this, I am not a runner--I'll stick with workout DVDs that make me want to punch the trainer.

And then my parents decided to run a half marathon. My PARENTS. I was fine with it; that was a distance I had no desire to conquer. But when Laura came to visit in February, she casually said, "You know, Mom decided she needs to start running, so she went out and ran 3.5 miles." SERIOUSLY?!?! My mom is an awesome cyclist, but she's always said she'd never be a runner. But my mom could run 3.5?

Thanks to new shoes and significantly improved running form (who knew you could run wrong? Apparently Phoebe-like running is no good for the shins), I ran 3.5 miles with Laura. And that's where it started. I ran a 10K in April, but vowed it was my max--I got bored by mile 5. We kept running over the summer, but didn't add distance, because it's hot and humid here, even before 7 am. Once it started cooling down, though, I started adding more miles.

I had my eye on a couple of half marathons, and decided I wanted to run one as close to Columbus Day as possible. I put off registering until two days before, and as soon as I did, I became a nervous wreck. It was a hilly course, and I haven't trained on hills. Judging by the times from last year, people who run this are good. I began to realize that there was a very real possibility that I would be last.

Dave's mom had graciously offered to come out and watch the girls, so I kind of had to go through with it. As we drove to uptown Charlotte, I couldn't tell if I was shaking from nerves or the cold. Once we started running, though, I was fine. I had told Dave that he had to stay with me for the first 3 miles, as he has a tendency to start out too fast. We had an easy pace going, and took my family's advice to walk through all the water stops. I felt like I walked a fair amount, at least a little on all the hills, but I think it really helped. Dave spent a fair amount of time with me, but decided to speed up around mile 5. I had an awesome playlist (thanks to the fam) and just enjoyed running through lovely neighborhoods. Miles 6-10 were great--runner's high kicked in and I felt like a unicorn prancing on rainbows. I was sweating glitter. Then my knee started hurting and my left calf tightened up, so miles 11-12 weren't quite as fun, but still not terrible.

I LOVED the people cheering along the way. There weren't tons of people, just random people here and there, but it was really nice and very encouraging. And I giggled as I ran by a little girl who said, "Mommy, that girl is eating a snack!"--I was shoving a couple of Gu Chomps in my mouth.

As I made the final turn, I could see the 13 mile marker and the finish line not too far behind. I was not prepared for the rush of emotions. I had been running and breathing fine, but suddenly I couldn't breathe because I was fighting back sobs. I'm going to make it. And there are still people behind me! A year ago, I had completely sworn off running and here I was, finishing a half marathon. I focused on the music, regained composure, and just kept going. And then I saw Dave and promptly lost it again. But I finished.

As much as I wanted to run the whole thing without walking, I'm happy with it. Aside from some soreness in my left calf, I feel really good. I think my recovery after a 9 miler a few weeks ago was rougher. I felt good enough to go home, play with the girls, and then head out to a Halloween party and stay up way too late. And then run a 2 hour Primary program practice on Sunday--I crashed after that, though!

As Betty and Don Draper. I'm trying to look mad. Also, my hair looked
really good for about 5 minutes, then it went flat. Boo. And
that's Crystal Light in my glass.

It was a great weekend and I'm so glad I was able to do this with Dave. A HUGE thanks to Jackie for coming to visit and watch the girls for us. I never thought a half marathon would be this fun. The morning of, I was such a nervous wreck I vowed to never do anything like this again. But now? I want to do it again. Not a full--only crazy people do those (ahem, Laura). But the half was a blast.

Fears

On Friday, Mabes decided she was afraid of cheetahs. She kept talking about them, but I brushed it off. Later, I realized she was drawing this, and left it in the playroom:
When she got up Saturday morning, she ran into the playroom. She looked at the sign, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was still up. "Oh, good, it's still there! I was afraid that the cheetahs would come into our house and change the sign to say 'No People Allowed in the House'! That would have been weird." What cheetahs, Mabes?

"Oh, you know, cheetahs. They could come in. They're scary."

At this point, I was torn between being the sympathetic help-my-scared-child mom and just laughing. I mean, cheetahs! CHEETAHS. So I calmly explained that there were no cheetahs anywhere near us. Deer, sure. Rabbits, yes. Frogs, obviously. But no cheetahs. And if, somehow, cheetahs did invade the area, we'd hear about it on the news. See? No cheetah stories. We're safe.

And then I read this. Shhhhhhhhh...don't tell Mabes! She doesn't need help not sleeping. I didn't see any mention of cheetahs, but there were leopards--that's probably close enough. And there are only 3 animals still on the loose, and really, what are the odds that they'll wander 400+ miles to us? Very, very slim. What are the odds that Mabes hears about this and can't sleep tonight? Pretty good. Doh.

Addicted

We only let her have her pacifiers when she's in her crib. She's obviously making the most of that time.

Laps

"But I'm having trouble sleeeeeeeeeeping!" Mabes whined.

"That's because you are running laps around your room. You were exhausted this afternoon. If you would lie still for 5 minutes, you'd fall asleep," I pointed out.

I really had to fight the laughter on that one. There's something about hearing weird noises in your kid's room, peeking in to see what's going on, and seeing her running in circles around her room while her stuffed cats watch from the small table she's moved to the center. She had a very serious, matter-of-fact expression on her face. You know, because it's perfectly normal to do that an hour after bedtime.

GO TO SLEEP! She was up late last night because she was excited about starting to ride the bus. She's up late tonight because apparently she didn't burn off all her energy. This is why I'm in no rush to move Annabelle out of the crib. Then again, she actually likes sleeping--or at least she did until about 3 days ago. What's gotten into my kids?

It's been an eat-nutella-out-of-the-jar kind of day.

Boo. But I kind of wish I had a picture of the running.

Coffee Cat

"But I thought these were *my* flip flops!"

"Ugh, why is Annabelle such a coffee cat?!?!" Mabes yelled, exasperated, one day. I think she meant copy cat. I can see how it could get old but frankly, it's adorable. Annabelle LOVES Mabes. Mabes started school a couple of weeks ago, and it was really hard on Annabelle. Last year was no big deal--Annabelle was young enough that she didn't really notice. Annabelle is old enough that they can play really well together (when they're not screaming and fighting, of course), and suddenly her buddy is gone 7 hours a day now.

Ready for her first day of 1st grade

After the dropping Mabes off on the first day of school, Annabelle whimpered, "Mae...Mae...Mae..." the whole way home. The next day at Trader Joe's, she randomly started saying it again, complete with elbows bent, palms upturned shrugs. And then I foolishly drove home past the school, which of course made Annabelle cry and yell for Mabes. I didn't think she'd recognize the area.

Mabes yelled at me to come watch her fly. She didn't realize
than Annabelle was copying her.

Chillin' on the couch

Playing in boxes. We have real toys. I promise. You can see them scattered
in the background. They just prefer boxes.

Playing dress-up

And while Mabes occasionally gets frustrated that Annabelle copies her so much, she mostly loves it. Mabes gets the constant attention and adoration she needs, and Annabelle gets blanket rides around the house. Everybody wins!

Warrior Dash

I am what you would call "indoorsy." I hate camping. I hate bugs. When I was 16, I was secretly thrilled when I found out my jaw surgery would prevent me from being able to go to Girls' Camp. So on Saturday night, after mentioning that we had run Warrior Dash that morning and my friend looked shocked and asked, "And you LIKED it?" I didn't know what to say.

My sisters' experiences convinced me we needed to try it. We gathered up some friends, registered months ago, and were ready to go. I knew I could handle the distance (about a 5K), but with obstacles involving heights? I was a little worried. Plus, we had a 10 am start time. It gets hot early here, and I try to finish running by 8 am or it's miserable. And as Hurricane Irene slammed into the Outer Banks, we didn't get any rain, just lots and lots more humidity. Blech.

We think we're tough.

We got there in plenty of time to park, get our packets, take some pictures, and people watch. I saw a few people who had finished earlier waves, and I was a little disappointed that they weren't that dirty. I knew they hosed off, but still...

I can't tell if Dave's giving the stink eye
or trying to read something far away.

We lined up with our group, waited for the start flame-throwers (because start guns are for wusses), and were off. For the next 3 miles, we ran, jumped over hurdles, crawled under barbed wire, jumped in and out of tires, climbed in and jumped out of several (clean) dumpsters, scaled a 16 foot wall, ran through forests, crawled through a completely dark tunnel, balanced on high wooden beams, crawled over cargo nets, climbed up a ladder and down a fireman's pole, trudged through a waist-deep pond (while jumping over floating logs), had 2 more climbing obstacles, leaped over fire, and then ended with the mud pit.

After. Not pictured: the blood trickling down Dave's leg.

I'll admit: initially, I wanted to run at my own pace. But we decided not to rush it and just have fun. I'm so glad we did. The pond was by far the most difficult thing for me. I was ready for mud, but I don't know what I was expecting here. A man-made pond? A big puddle? An inflatable pool? This was a real pond. Swamp. Covered in green. And it smelled terrible. But we did it together, it cooled us off, and I can't remember what we were saying to each other, but it was hilarious. And gross. We finished climbing, jumped over the fire, and cannonballed into the mud (more or less) together. And since the crowd loves a mess, we barrel-rolled through the mud under the barbed wire. Added bonus: I think we got scraped up less that way.

Totally dirty, but for a good cause.
(Which would be proving our awesomeness.)

Sadly, Dave lost his shoe. The mud was THICK. After jumping in, it took me a while to get unstuck and keep moving through the pit. Dave didn't realize until he was almost out, so he went back to look for it. He found 4 shoes that weren't his, and there was a pile of about 10 on the side. When the tractor came to dump more red dirt in, he knew it was time to give up.

Rinsing our clothes. My driveway
is still orange-ish.

We went to get hosed off, but with 2 hoses and lots of people, we didn't get a thorough shower. Plus that red clay sticks. We watched a little more, then headed back to the van to change and get food. We stopped at a Cook Out that didn't have a dining room or outside tables. The weather was perfect and we just sat on the sidewalk eating our burgers and shakes, talking and laughing.

No, that's not a nice tan. That's a layer of dirt.

So camping isn't my thing, but this totally was. It's the part of me that wore a dress every day of 1st grade, but tore up more than one running and climbing around. I think it has to do with getting dirty on my terms--I knew about the mud pit, but I knew I'd go to bed clean. And I knew I had a burger and shake waiting for me at the end. I loved the obstacles, and I'm trying to figure out a way to get the city to put up climbing walls, 3 ft hurdles, cargo nets, and maybe a small fire to jump over along the greenway. A girl can dream, right?

We had a great time and are thankful for great friends that not only humor us when we decide to do stuff like this, but swear they had a blast too and will stay friends with us. And we're incredibly grateful to Dave's mom, who left other family members during the hurricane to come watch our kids not only for Warrior Dash, but for Saturday night and Sunday morning Stake Conference.

Weekend trip! Or, taking pictures with uncooperative children

We went to visit Dave's family last weekend, and decided to take a day trip. Where? Well, not quite the coast. I guess they call it the inland coastal region. The inner banks, if you will. We went to Washington, a town Dave lived in when he was Mabes' age (though he has always referred to it as Little Washington, and swears that the locals do, too. I only saw signs for Washington), and Bath, the oldest town in North Carolina.

They had lots of decorated crabs around. Annabelle didn't want to stay
for the picture, Mabes just wanted to dance.
Awesome. Thanks for humoring me long enough
to take a picture, girls!


Downtown Washington

Mabes was excited to learn that the Washington we visited was the first town to be named for George Washington in 1776. We walked along the docks, saw the cute old downtown, and admired old houses. We were going to get hot dogs at supposedly the best hot dog stand around, but it was a one-woman operation with about 25 people in line. Also, she was probably 72 and moving comically slow (I think she wanted to see how badly people wanted their hot dogs), so we quickly opted for an air conditioned Hardee's instead.

Click on picture to see the "you are here." The Outer Banks (the area
being evacuated due to Irene) are on the other side of the Pamlico Sound.

House built in 1795

House built in 1785. Love this house, and it appeared to be empty!

Bath was incorporated in 1705, and was North Carolina's first capital, and I can now say that I've been to all three capitals of North Carolina (New Bern in 2003 and Raleigh several times...if the airport or driving around lost count). It's a cute old town with a beautiful waterfront. We visited St. Thomas church, the oldest surviving church building in North Carolina. There were a cluster of old houses and buildings in the area, so we enjoyed walking around and looking in them.

I think the girls most enjoyed digging through the gravel/sand/crushed shells that were everywhere instead of dirt. Mabes was really excited to discover a shark tooth. She kept asking Dave how it had gotten there, and if maybe someone had put it there. He tried to explain how things get washed to shore, but I don't know if she got it.

Picking up more rocks

We've looked at houses that are "colonials." This is a true
colonial house, built around 1744.

This isn't old. Just pretty. It's a B&B in the historic
neighborhood, and it's for sale!

It was really hot, but it was a great weekend to go out. It was certainly better than this weekend appears to be, though Bath and Washington appear to be inland enough that they shouldn't have major damage. They might get more shark teeth washed ashore.