More Than an Hour...NOT by Accident

Those of you who follow this rather random blog know by now that I am a runner.  Two of my biggest feats have been running 5 miles by accident and running 6 miles in 6 degrees.

Well, I have a new feat...I ran for 1 hour, 2 minutes and 8 seconds...ON PURPOSE. Plus, it was HOT.

Now, I know that those of you who are not runners are wondering, "Why on Earth would anyone want to run for over an hour on purpose?"

Well, to answer you, I would.  Running is a challenge for me, that's why I run races. 

Usually, I run 5ks but, there was a race in my town and it's a 5 mile race. I was pretty sure that my body could handle 5 miles, but I wasn't sure that my mind would be able to handle it.  I took a practice run and it really felt good and since the race is in my town, so I knew the course.  I registered.

I made three goals for my self.
1) Run the whole 5 miles.
2) Finish in an hour or less, and
3) Not die.

The day of the race was hot, and it starts on a hill.  It was hectic getting my friend, MM, registered, but I felt good at the beginning.  As the race began, I began to feel the heat. And, as is all my races, as soon as the starting gun went off, I was thirsty.

I took water at the aid stations, and by took water I mean that I splashed it on my face. But, I did drink some, and I slowed to give a little girl with Downs Syndrome a high five.

In the end, I did run the whole way and I didn't die.  I finished in 1:02:08, I missed it by that much...

But, I RAN FOR OVER AN HOUR!

I think that's a feat in itself, considering two years ago I couldn't run for 90 seconds! And remember, a year ago, my son was 10 days old.

So, I don't think I will run many 5 mile races, I do prefer the 5k, but you never know.




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Bradley's Birthday

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First Word (?)

Bradley turned 1 year old two weeks ago (stay tuned for pictures).  Lots of people have been asking me if he's talking yet. Because as we all know, babies start talking as soon as they turn one.

Well, Bradley does plenty of "talking." Lots of babbling, cooing, and happy screeches...do raspberries count?  However, he really doesn't say words, he doesn't really name anything...until maybe now.

I have noticed over the last week or so, while I am preparing Bradley's breakfast, he has been chanting, "nana nana nana." This usually starts while I am cutting his banana.  I have been wondering if he is naming the banana.

Today, in the grocery store, I was walking through the produce section narrating as usual.

"Oh, look at these blueberries, let's get some."

Crickets from Bradley.

"Bradley, should we get some strawberries? Maybe you can try one this week."

Nothing

"How about some fuzzy Kiwi fruit?  They come from New Zealand. Cathy from our church is from New Zealand."

Smiles, but no sounds.

"We need lots of bananas. We need some really green ones, some kind of green ones and some that will be ready for tomorrow." (We eat lots of bananas in the Spotts house.)

"Nana Nana Nana Nana!"

"Bradley, are you saying 'banana'"?

"Nana Nana Nana!" While he is saying this he is bouncing up and down in the seat.  As I put them in the cart he is turning around to look at them and reaching for them.

"Nana Nana Nana!"

I was really hoping is first real word would be so form of "mama."  I would even settle for a form of "daddy" or "doggie."  I will have to be more observant when bananas are around to see if it sticks.

 Maybe I should pull out my early education stuff and see what qualifies as a first word, and who knows, maybe he is trying to say, "Joanna."