Thursday, June 11, 2009

Sydney Rocks, Brooklyn Bugs




Brooklyn and Sydney both love the outdoors, but for completely different reasons. Our daughter Sydney loves rocks, and to a lesser degrees, sticks. If you look at the picture, you'll see she's got rocks in one hand, and sticks in the other. Any walk we go on can be delayed by her plopping down on her knees to admire a pile of gravel. She really works on her craft, too. We have a 10 pound medicine ball in the basement, and the first thing she does is take her 28 pound self over to it and lift it up. For comparison sake, that's like a 180 pound adult picking up a 65 pound ball and lugging it around. I really think this is all so she can go and pick up big rocks, which inevitably tries to do.

One of our goals is to have the girls visit their cities- sometime we'll take the family to Brooklyn, New York, and, of course, Sydney Australia. We're going to have take them in to the interior to see Uluru, the world's largest monolith, and second largest rock. If we were to go there today, I'm sure her first instinct would be to go over to it and try to lift it up.

Brooklyn Bugs
Our girls actually make a pretty good team. Sydney lifts up the rocks, and Brooklyn looks under them for bugs and worms.

Race schedule


I'm trying to think of some good races that I don't have to fly to, and to try to keep myself motivation- 2 tris and 2 runs a year? We'll see:

2009-
April 25- Country Music Half Marathon
May- GJCC Sprint Triathlon
July- Music City Olympic Distance Triathlon
October- The Middle Half (Murfreesboro)???

2010
February- Mercedes Birmingham Half Marathon
May- Memphis in May Olympic Distance Triathlon
August- Chicago or Indianapolis Triathlon, Olympic Distance (turning 35 in style!)
October/November- Chicago or New York City Marathon

I know it has no relation to the topic at hand, but I love Syd's "Whatchu talkin' about, Willis?" look here.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Country Music Half Marathon/Team World Vision

Thanks so much to everyone who supported me in prayer and financially in this run for Team World Vision.

We had a great time with the pasta dinner at Guido's
and with some of the runners near the starting line right before the race:






My goal time was 1:59, just over a 9-minute-mile pace, which would be 8 minutes faster than my previous best of 2:07 at the Memphis half marathon in December. They place you in the start based on your anticipated finish time in corrals of several hundred runners. I was in corral 7, out of 30+ corrals, by far the closest I'd ever been to the start line at a major race. One thing I noticed right off the bat being around faster runners is that they talk a great deal less. When I've run races in that 11-12 minute miler area, I usually end up in eight to ten conversations with the strangers I end up running beside. Sub-ten minute runners are a completely different animal. At mile 2, I had a brief conversation with a man who was waiting on his slower runners to acclimate to the higher pace. At somewhere around mile 8 I briefly talked with a woman who said she'd signed up for the full marathon but had now decided 'just' to do the half. That's it.

I've got an old GPS watch, and was able to keep track of my pace and mile splits. Miles 4-9 are run down Music Row and Belmont Blvd, a college and residential street, which is a brilliant move by the race organizers. The route is lined with trees, spectators and music, which all help you keep going. As the race got longer, my pace got a bit slower. At the end of Music Row at mile 9.5, the 2:00 pace runner passed me. Most races have pacers- a runner who has trained to run at an exact pace throughout a race so that other runners can follow them in order to hit that pace. They even carry a small '2:00' banner on a stick so you can still follow them in the crowd. I knew if I didn't keep up with the 2:00 pacer, I'd never break 2 hours. But then the heat set in. I was able to keep up with him until the 10.5 water station, and then lost him for good. As good as the middle miles were, mile 12 was bad. Its straight uphill, in full sun, after you've run 11 miles. Luckily the last half mile across the river and around the stadium was mostly downhill, and I think I was able to have a decent finish. I ended up running a 2:09, two minutes off my best time ever, and I did keep my goal pace up for 10 miles. I guess I just need to train a little better and longer next time.

If you ever decide to do a race, I would recommend this one. It has a big expo, most of the race course is very pretty, there are a ton of bands, and I'm told heat is not always a factor like it was this year. When I got in my car it was 83, but I think it started out in the 60s.

This was also a cool opportunity for me to help raise funds to fight AIDs and help build wells in Zambia and southern Africa. Thanks again to all those who helped!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Long, Blong Hair


Brooklyn, our 3 year old, is somewhat obsessed with her hair. Her hair is very long, and adults frequently make comments along the lines of 'you have such pretty long hair!'. When her cousins came to visit at Thanksgiving, she identified herself by saying, 'I'm three, I have long hair, and I can whistle.'

When she initially learned her colors, we taught her to say her hair is yellow. "Mommy and Brooklyn have yellow hair, Daddy and Sydney have brown hair." Now that she's getting more cultured, we've been teaching her to say that her hair is blond. However, she's so fixated on her hair being long, she's convinced that I'm saying the word incorrectly. "No, Daddy. I have long, blong hair." If it has to do with her hair, it has to be a variation of long.

As her hair had gotten below her waist, Krista had tried to get her excited about getting a haircut. She even took her to a place called Sweet & Sassy, which is basically a Chuck E Cheese but with haircuts. Brooklyn loved the place until she learned the intent was to get her to cut her beautiful long, blong hair, and then she threw a fit.

Then, last week, Brooklyn announced that she wanted to get a haircut. Krista couldn't believe it, but she hastily made an appointment. Brooklyn went in and did a good job keeping still, and came out with a sucker and a new bow. Her hair is still long (and blong), just not as much.