Eight miles @ 8:10 average with Emilee and Jo to start the week.
I’m not sure how much longer I can use the excuse that I’m ‘recovering from our trip,’ but I’m still going to try and use it because this run was very hard.
I went straight from running to tennis lessons for the kids! Brooke’s eye was still very swollen but she said that it didn’t hurt and she still wanted to play.
They had some great cheerleaders.
Skye is counting down the days until she is old enough to take lessons.
After tennis, we went to swim lessons and then partied there for a bit afterward.
One of my sister’s best friends was there so we got to catch up.
And we finished up at the play place and I stretched while Beck worked on his crawling. I felt like I had a completed an Ironman by the time I got back home.
And just a few more random pictures from my phone…
*I saw the most massive spider crawl across my floor and go into the vent. I ran and grabbed things to put onto the vent to trap the spider and I have a feeling that these will stay right here for a very long time.
*Beck now tries to plug my nose while I feed him.
*Not sure how Beck feels about me trying to match him…
Just in case you want smores at home without a firepit, they turn out great in the oven too (I put the chocolate and top graham cracker on after they come out of the oven.
I love this picture of my grandpa running. I heard a new running story about him for the first time the other day, so I asked my mom if she would write it up to share in a blog post.
From my mom:
“My dad was a very fast runner. He would work out wearing old sneakers or just ran barefoot. His high school track team consisted of my dad who ran most of the races and a pole vaulter. His high school graduating class had nine people in it. This was in Colorado during World War II so everyone was working hard to just get by and didn’t have much extra of anything. His track ‘team’ qualified to run in the State Track Meet in Denver. My grandfather drove him to Denver for the meet. When they got there they found out that the officials required every runner to wear track shoes. My dad didn’t have any track shoes so he was disappointed of course. My grandfather immediately drove to a pawn shop and sold his special pocket watch and bought track shoes for my dad. My dad went on to win most of the races for his team and had a great meet. I am amazed that he did so well wearing new shoes and also a kind of shoe that he had never run in before but he was really fast. My grandfather was a very kind and caring person. I miss both of them a lot.”
I LOVE the TJ’s meal ideas for busy moms page on Facebook and had to ask the question they shared here too:
-Fry Sauce, funeral potatoes and jello.
Anyone in your life that has sacrificed anything to help you and your running?
Do you ever run barefoot?
S’mores—> delicious or not your thing? Have any fun variations of them that you like?