February, with all its Run Swim Bike Cook-ing, must have worn me out, because I've been dragging since March. I seriously thought I might suffocate beneath the mounds of stinky laundry, dirty dishes, unfinished paperwork, and undelivered Girl Scout cookies.
Fortunately, we're starting to dig out enough to see the beautiful sun shining once more. Here are a few photo updates to catch up:
We snapped this photo of our little munchkin a few days before Jason cut his hair. Turns out that he loves haircuts, probably because Daddy turns on a movie just for him.
Even when we try to tame it, Talia's hair always seems to reflect her own style. Of course, it doesn't help that she keeps snipping bits and pieces...
Our spunky seven year-old was thrilled to abandon her school uniform this past week in honor of Dr. Seuss Week.
This Saturday marked my debut in trail running with the 13.1 mile "Dirty Hurty" half marathon. I guess they weren't kidding about the "Hurty" part...
Trail running is very different from any road racing I've done before. We tackled some seriously major inclines and definitely tough terrain. It was impossible (or at least unadvisable) to "zone out" like I often do while running, yet I really enjoyed the constant challenge of the trail. Not only were the cragged cliffs beautiful, but it was fun to see the runners' bright shirts splashing color along all the switchbacks up the mountainside. (Of course, in watching those far ahead, I periodically thought, how in the world am I going to get myself all the way up there.)
As much as I had trained for this race, the extra challenge of the trail made it quite tough. At one point, I stopped to take off my new shoes while crossing a creek. If I'd had any idea how hard it would be to get going again after pausing, I probably would have splashed on through, soggy socks and all. Hard as it was, I'm happy to say that I pushed hard and kept running to the end, even when I felt exhausted. When I crossed the finish line at 1 hour 58 minutes and 30 seconds, I was thrilled.
Now for the full disclosure. While this race was supposedly a half marathon, I'm pretty darn sure that it didn't cover a full 13.1 miles. Those wearing a Garmin assured me that it was at least a mile short. So take that smokin' quick time with a generous serving of salt.
While I may not have been quick enough to actually break two hours, I was quick enough to miss my hubby and kids who came to cheer me on at the river crossing. While they never actually saw me, they did enjoy the spectacle of watching many other runners billy goat their way down.
And now for the sad news... Thanks to an unfortunate stomach bug, Jason didn't run the Dirty Hurty with me. Even though he started feeling better at the last moment, we'd already cancelled the babysitter. Shucks! In the end, I suppose it worked out for the best since he was pretty dehydrated and could still pick up all the cool swag.
Lest ye feel too sorry for the lad, let me remind you that he had an absolutely amazing retreat in Puerto Rico. While Puerto Rico certainly deserves a post of its own, here are few pics to whet your appetite.