Social Bug

It was a big day for our little bug...she had her first play date with Cooper.

He is only 10 months old so Maison had to hand feed him crunchies.

And give him a big hug...

Who do you think you are?

On the way home from Maison's swim lesson we stopped at CVS to pick up a prescription. We were in the drive through and there was a person in front of us when we pulled up. After sitting there a good 5 minutes we wondered why the person in front never pushed the call button or why the pharmacist didn't come to the window. We were in a hurry to get Maison home for lunch so we decided I would just run inside, since there was a line behind us now and Adam couldn't back up and get out.

When I got inside the pharmacist went to the window and said, "I told you it would be 15 minutes, I'm hurrying as fast as I can." Uh, so the person at the window prescription wasn't ready and they had the audacity to wait in the drive through anyway while there was a lengthy line behind them? I quickly got my prescription and found Adam waiting for me in front of the store. He said the person behind him pulled up next to him and gave him the "what the f look" and drove off allowing enough space for him to back up out of the line.

Have you ever in your life? Who did this man think he was? Maybe CVS should handle their drive through like fast food restaurants...if your order is not ready please pull up and wait so the next person can be served!

We're Baaaccckkk! Sorta

We finally returned to Maison's swim lessons today. I was so excited for her to get back to her activities we were doing before she got sick. I had high hopes that she would jump right in and swim under water for 5 seconds just like she was doing at 10 months. I...could...not...have...been...more...WRONG!

Maison cried from the second we walked into the pool area until the second we left the building. She wanted nothing to do with the water, nothing to do with the other children, nothing to do with the changing area, and certainly nothing to do with Emler Swim Center. My little fish who wasn't afraid of anything, is now terrified of anything to do with swimming. Here's to hoping that next Saturday goes much better.

Ok as long as Mommy held me:

Not feeling the ride on Mr. Duck:

Even the goodbye song made me cry:

Screw you, C.O.P

Dear C.O.P.

I think it is wonderful that you have 400+ miles of bike trails for the use of your residents, but I am a little perplexed why you still call them bike trails. I left my house at 7:30 am this morning, for a nice little ride on your trails and imagine my surprise when the bike trails now have 15 mph speed limit signs and Yield to Pedestrians signs. Excuse me, but if this is a bike trail why would I yield to a pedestrian? Why would I only go 15 mph?

I am not a good biker, only good enough to bike less than 20 miles in a triathlon and 15 mph is just not going to cut it. Good bikers ride at 20+ mph; average bikers at 18 mph. So, Dear C.O.P., I ask you where are bikers welcome? The trails are apparently now for women walking 4 across while on cell phones and/or ipods, for men walking dogs without leashes, and for children under the age of 4 who are seemingly parent-less. Bikers are not welcome on the roads because they slow down traffic, cause accidents, etc. So if the bike trails aren't for bikers, please explain to me what roads/trails are?

I'm all for the safety of our residents, so may I suggest you clear the non-bike trails of the thousands of acorns that were there this morning. As I rode through said acorns, I was pelted with the intensity that could have caused a concussion had I not been wearing a helmet. I may, or may not, have been riding in excess of the posted 15 mph when this happened, but I am so worried about the runners, skaters, bladers, and walkers that could fall and injure themselves causing an even larger obstruction for the 15 mph bikers.

Can you please advise where bikers who bike in excess of 15 mph should go? I would hate for the C.O.P. to hinder my dream of becoming the oldest Olympic Triathlete by not offering a suitable place for me to train. I wouldn't want to be forced to sue the C.O.P. for discriminating against bikers. Wait a minute, is this retaliation against Lance Armstrong for cheating on his wife with Sheryl Crow? Or for dumping Sheryl while she had breast cancer to go make a baby with another woman? I'm on to you, Dear C.O.P...

Happy 17 months!

We flew home from SLC on the 6am flight so that we could pick up Maison at Camp Gooey with time to celebrate her 17 month b-day. Who doesn't want to celebrate their birthday with a run to Target where you can get a big blue ball?

Happy birthday, Buggy!

Post-Race Hike

Nothing makes you feel better after a 13 mile run than to go hiking first thing the next morning...ok, not really but "so much to see and so little time". Today's agenda: delicate arch, the arch featured on the Utah license plate. The hike was mostly uphill on a rock. I've heard the phrase "feel the burn" all my life. I felt the burn, I don't like the burn, and I certainly don't want to feel any more burning any time soon.

Delicate Arch:

Adam, Kari, and Lee on the hike up to delicate arch:

Kari (in black under arch) and Adam (in green on left) under the arch. Lee and I don't do heights so we took the pics:

Next stop SLC and then home to our bug!

Canyonlands Half ~ I've been exfoliated!

I did it! I finished the Canyonlands Half Marathon....barely. Let's just say that training in Dallas did expose me to the 40 degree weather, but did not prepare me for 40 degrees with 27 mph winds, steep hills, windy roads, or exfoliation. Yes, exfoliation! Apparently, when you are running through a canyon of red rocks in 27 mph winds you get sandblasted...literally! There was no sun in sight but we had to run in sunglasses to protect our eyes from the dirt.

Our resort was past the starting line so the resort provided us with transportation, which is great but had to happen 2 hours before the race began so that they could get off the road before it was closed. Standing outside in 40 degree weather for 2 hours does not rank high on my things to do list but add 27 mph winds and flying dirt/rocks and I'll go ahead and move that near the bottom of my list. I never thought I would be excited to run 13.1 miles but if it got me moving through this dirt storm I was all for it.

Jan and I had decided to run together because I needed her to pace me and quite frankly Jan is more entertaining than my iPod and I knew she would make the time fly by. At mile 2 I stopped for gatorade and lost Jan! I thought she was behind me so I waited for 5 minutes and she thought I was ahead of her so she was trying to catch up. I didn't see her again until mile 6. We all had on matching shirts but they were a pale pink and I kept seeing other brunettes with pink shirts. I finally decided to look for Jan's hot pink shorts and I saw her at the top of a hill that I was at the bottom of. I sprinted all the way up the hill and finally caught up.

I was so happy to find Jan but when I found her she was not doing well. She had hurt her foot a few days ago and after running 6 miles on it she was convinced it was broken and was unsure if she was going to be able to finish the race. I stayed with her for 2 more miles while she was trying to decide if she was going to the medic or if she would try to finish the race. I mile 8 she told me to go on without her.

I hit the killer hill at mile 9 and was surprised that I felt ok. I kept chugging along until mile 12 and then I...wanted...to...DIE!. It was all I could do to keep moving to finish at 2:31. My goal of 2:20 was shot but I didn't care. I was so worried about Jan, after I found Adam, Kari, and Lee we went straight to the medic tent to look for her. But she wasn't there...she ended up walking the last 6 miles so that she could finish the race! She headed straight for the medic tent and wasn't surprised to find us all there.

My not so big finish:

What you look like after 2 1/2 hours of exfoliation:

Check out Jan's race review and more pics on her blog: Duh! Winning!