Because I'm lame

I posted nearly nothing from Thanksgiving until after the first of the year. Guess what I found today? My camera!! (ok it wasn't lost so much as it was in a bag and rarely used...)

Allow me to catch you up on our thrilling social life:



Lights in the heights, funny accordion-playing lady.


Cool bluegrass band, "The Clang". Saw Privte Dick there, too warming up on his electric mandolin.








Wacky battering-ram type HPD vehicle. That's Happy Meal climbing out after a tour.








Anal 101 giving Frenchy D a little holiday love. Out of Tuna was in the kitchen lovingly serving holiday treats, but I failed to produce a flattering photo.

Funny observation

Little Toolbox watched the marathon from the hash and began to notice different running styles.

Ok, that's kind...she noticed how as runners aged: 30s, 40s, 50s, and 60s, the different generations of runners had "deviant" stides. One side of the body was fine, and the other was all out of whack.

She also noticed that in the more "mature" runner, the maladies were more pronounced: his leg and arm are running the marathon, but he right side is at home in a recliner.

I tried to find an adequate photo, but I didn't have the heart to do a Google search on "f'ed up" marathon stride.

another year, another marathon

As I have told friends before, when you race, you generally get what you deserve.

Maybe because of training or maybe because of how much pain you are willing to deal with, your results aren't magic!

Sunday was no exception. I went in optimistically shooting for a basic, no-frills 3:20 and change. Because of, oh I dunno, life and things, my training was adequate and not spectacular. I did have sufficient long runs under my belt which saved me.


The reality of 26.2 was "general discomfort", although I felt better at mile 14 than at 4...tell me that didn't make me nervous!

The support of my fellow runners cannot be ignored: Dianna holding GU, Stilwell with his encouraging words, some fast lady named Nancy that ran next to me for most of the race.

Happy faces cheering made it possible.


Not to mention the help of Dr Sanders - he stayed late 2 nights last week so I could make it to an appt to do ART on my right foot (another peronius longus inflamation). That's service. Seriously. I did manage to turn my foot on a reflector just before this shot was taken, which I'm certain added about a minute to my final time of 3:21:28. Disappointed? Not really. I wish I'd had the strength to catch the three women in front of me from my age group, but like I said, you get what you deserve.


Oh, and hubby Grind ran his first marathon in 5 years. He was seriously "undertrained", but he finished smiling. It was far from his fastest marathon, but he reported it as big fun.

This makes me so sad

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/5446925.html

I really expect the track athletes to be better than this.