Old Man Winter is finally running out of cold air. I'm not ashamed to say that I am glad!
Don't get me wrong, this has been a good winter. We had a nice Christmas. It was fun to have Bradley's First Christmas here at home. We celebrated quite a few milestones. Bradley began rolling over, sitting on his own, eating "solids", and he got teeth!
It snowed pleanty this year and I thought it was kind of fun to have blizzards! More fun, was that this year, the snow actually stayed more than one day.
And of course, there are some fun clothes for the winter. I got to wear my fun coats, boots, hats and scarves. Plus, I have some nice winter skirts and there is always my sweater collection.
I even learned to be a "hard core runner" this winter.
But, now, the weather is warmer and we are getting rain instead of snow. There is so much that I will be able to do now.
I'm going to be able to take the baby on a walk. I will be able to run with out getting freezing feet! Plus, we can grill outside!
And, there's baseball!
I love going through my clothes and putting away the cold weather clothes and taking out my short sleeve tops and skirts and crop pants. Oh, I have so many cute spring shoes and purses.
So, Old Man Winter, take a hike!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Pacifier
It has always been fine with me that Bradley doesn't take a pacifier. He's not a big fusser and as soon as he discovered his thumb, that has been his choice.
The other day though, I really wished Bradley would take one. He had a little cold and had been having a fussy day. He had be coughing and the more he fussed, the more he coughed. The more he coughed, the more worked up he got...you get the picture.
I needed to change his diaper and he was really not happy to be on the changing table. He was crying so hard he turned red. I needed to get him settled down because he was starting to cough. I sang songs, he cried. I tickled him, he cried. I pick him up and swayed with him, he started to cough. He was coughing so hard he stopped crying.
I needed something to calm him down. As a last ditch effort, I put him on the changing table and grabbed a pacifier. When he opened his mouth to cough, I shoved it in.
He looked a little surprised, but he closed his mouth and sucked for a few seconds.
Then he spit it out.
Me, at the brink of just putting him in the crib and going down stairs for a few minutes, laughed and said, "You aren't supposed to sit that out, you silly boy!"
He looked right at me and laughed! I put the pacifier back in his mouth and he spit it out again. I repeated the silly boy thing and he laughed again.
When I stuck it back in his mouth, he spit it out and giggled.
We were playing a game!
I managed to change his diaper and we played a few more rounds. He was having a great time, and we were both calm.
The next time I started to put the pacifier into his mouth he grabbed it. He stuck it in his mouth.
Backwards.
The handle was in his mouth and he was chewing on it rather happily. It was kind of funny to watch the nipple part bobbing around.
This new game is pretty popular. We play it just about every time he gets a diaper changed. It always ends with it in his mouth backwards. But, hey, at least he's happy.
The other day though, I really wished Bradley would take one. He had a little cold and had been having a fussy day. He had be coughing and the more he fussed, the more he coughed. The more he coughed, the more worked up he got...you get the picture.
I needed to change his diaper and he was really not happy to be on the changing table. He was crying so hard he turned red. I needed to get him settled down because he was starting to cough. I sang songs, he cried. I tickled him, he cried. I pick him up and swayed with him, he started to cough. He was coughing so hard he stopped crying.
I needed something to calm him down. As a last ditch effort, I put him on the changing table and grabbed a pacifier. When he opened his mouth to cough, I shoved it in.
He looked a little surprised, but he closed his mouth and sucked for a few seconds.
Then he spit it out.
Me, at the brink of just putting him in the crib and going down stairs for a few minutes, laughed and said, "You aren't supposed to sit that out, you silly boy!"
He looked right at me and laughed! I put the pacifier back in his mouth and he spit it out again. I repeated the silly boy thing and he laughed again.
When I stuck it back in his mouth, he spit it out and giggled.
We were playing a game!
I managed to change his diaper and we played a few more rounds. He was having a great time, and we were both calm.
The next time I started to put the pacifier into his mouth he grabbed it. He stuck it in his mouth.
Backwards.
The handle was in his mouth and he was chewing on it rather happily. It was kind of funny to watch the nipple part bobbing around.
This new game is pretty popular. We play it just about every time he gets a diaper changed. It always ends with it in his mouth backwards. But, hey, at least he's happy.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Instead of Counting Sheep
So, my car broke down today.
I was headed into Portland and on the expressway my car started to act funny. It didn't stall, but it seemed to be jerking in the tiniest little bit. Just before I pulled into the parking garage, it started to make an odd noise. It sounded like a low pitched whine.
I started to think maybe it was the air filter. I was due for an oil change ( I have an appointment on Friday), so I thought after I parked, I would get the filter our and shake some crud out of it and see if that helped.
Ah, the best laid plans.
It didn't make it to a parking space. It stalled out on the ramp. In the middle of the ramp. With cars behind me and cars coming at me. I put on my hazards and turned off the car and started it again. I was able to make it up the ramp and turn. Oh, if I could just get to a space! But, Wednesdays are a really full day in this garage.
It stalled again and I could not get it started. The hazards were still on but I was going NOWHERE! Four cars passed me and nobody seemed to give a second thought to the young mom crying her eyes out in the stalled car.
I looked ahead of me and I noticed that there was about enough room in between two cars parked in handicapped spaces. Not exactly legal, but it would do. I prayed and started the car, I hit the gas and it went into the "space."
For years, my in laws have paid for AAA membership for my DH and I and I couldn't be happier about it.
The tow truck wouldn't fit in the garage, so a smaller AAA truck (the kind that gives you a jump or changes your tire) came to check out the situation. The two guys looked under the hood and tried a few things, but couldn't find anything they could easily fix. They couldn't get the car to go into reverse or drive or anything else.
It was time to push.
The pushed me out of the space, but to get me to the exit, we would have to go up 2 floors or down 5. So, they tied a strap to the front and dragged me out of the garage and loaded the car onto the tow truck.
We went to Westbrook to a dealership and the serviceman went to take a look at the car. He told me that he didn't know when he could get it into the garage, but from the few minutes he looked at the car, it seemed to be the transmission.
He arranged for the shuttle to bring me home. While I was waiting for the shuttle, I started to count my blessings:
I was headed into Portland and on the expressway my car started to act funny. It didn't stall, but it seemed to be jerking in the tiniest little bit. Just before I pulled into the parking garage, it started to make an odd noise. It sounded like a low pitched whine.
I started to think maybe it was the air filter. I was due for an oil change ( I have an appointment on Friday), so I thought after I parked, I would get the filter our and shake some crud out of it and see if that helped.
Ah, the best laid plans.
It didn't make it to a parking space. It stalled out on the ramp. In the middle of the ramp. With cars behind me and cars coming at me. I put on my hazards and turned off the car and started it again. I was able to make it up the ramp and turn. Oh, if I could just get to a space! But, Wednesdays are a really full day in this garage.
It stalled again and I could not get it started. The hazards were still on but I was going NOWHERE! Four cars passed me and nobody seemed to give a second thought to the young mom crying her eyes out in the stalled car.
I looked ahead of me and I noticed that there was about enough room in between two cars parked in handicapped spaces. Not exactly legal, but it would do. I prayed and started the car, I hit the gas and it went into the "space."
For years, my in laws have paid for AAA membership for my DH and I and I couldn't be happier about it.
The tow truck wouldn't fit in the garage, so a smaller AAA truck (the kind that gives you a jump or changes your tire) came to check out the situation. The two guys looked under the hood and tried a few things, but couldn't find anything they could easily fix. They couldn't get the car to go into reverse or drive or anything else.
It was time to push.
The pushed me out of the space, but to get me to the exit, we would have to go up 2 floors or down 5. So, they tied a strap to the front and dragged me out of the garage and loaded the car onto the tow truck.
We went to Westbrook to a dealership and the serviceman went to take a look at the car. He told me that he didn't know when he could get it into the garage, but from the few minutes he looked at the car, it seemed to be the transmission.
He arranged for the shuttle to bring me home. While I was waiting for the shuttle, I started to count my blessings:
- I broke down and was able to park in a safe garage. Not on the expressway or in the middle of a busy street.
- I was able to get a tow truck and they arrived within 15 minutes.
- If it is the transmission, Saturn/GM will pay for half of it (or give us $5000 toward a new vehicle).
- Bradley was with me and he was calm or asleep most of the time.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Stuff I've Made
I'm sorry this post is a little random, I'm still learning about putting pictures on the blog.
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| This is a Gingerbread Trifle, it looks as good as it tasted! |
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| See, it looks just like the picture! |
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| The front cover of a photobook I made for a friend. |
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This is the inside of the photobook. It is the first project I made for LoveBug Papercraft. |
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| A card for my sister, she enjoys all things Superman. |
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| I've recently started crocheting little stuffed animals. |
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| A card for my father-in-law |
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| This one is for my sister-in-law. |
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| I made this card for my brother-in-law. Inside: "Swishing" you a happy birthday! |
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| I think this little dino is super cute! |
Meep, Meep!
I realize that this is quickly turning into a running blog. I will try and post something about the baby or something else soon.
I really dislike running on a treadmill. Not only is it boring, but it makes my knees hurt. In a pinch, I might run on a treadmill, but usually I avoid it. So, when I woke up Monday and saw that it had snowed, I thought, "Well, I could go to the gym and run on the treadmill, but I want to be hard core, so I'll head outside." It was early, and still cold, but I'm not afraid of a little cold.
So, out I went. The parking lot hadn't been plowed, but it was just my warm-up so I walked in a tire track. When I got to the end of the road, I headed to the sidewalk I usually run on. It hadn't been plowed, I thought I be hard core and run in the snow. My first step resulted in a frozen foot (dang ventilated shoes!). So I took to the road.
I ran along the road and it was rather comfortable, slushy, but better than the side walk. The road was pretty quiet, and I hit my stride and was feeling really good about my choice to be hard core.
Then I cam to the park I run through. From where I first can see the park, it looked plowed, so when I got there I headed in. It had only been plowed a few feet in, probably a plow turn around. I thought I'd try the snow again, but it was too deep, so it was back to the road for me.
Now, this may seem like a simple decision, but...well...not so much. It was either the ankle deep snow in the park or a big, steep hill.
I hate this hill, I hate to walk it, and run it. But, I started off to run up this hill anyway. I became the "hard core runner that could."
For about 5 steps. I slipped and slid with all 5 steps. I decided I could walk up the hill. I continued to slip and slide up the hill as fast as I could, to keep my heart rate up. I knew that Main Street was coming and that there would be too many cars on it to run safely. I decided that I would have to do my best and run in the snow. This run was not turning out too fun.
It was plowed! The sidewalk along Main Street had been plowed. There was a thin layer of snow, but it was packed down and rather even. I hit another stride and really enjoyed my running along Main Street. Crossing the street at school street was really slushy, so I hurtled over it. I slid a little, but thankfully, I did not land bottom first in the slush.
The plowing ended after I turned at Handy Andy's (or Andy's Handy??), I took back tot he road. There was very little traffic so I ran toward the center of the road. I was remembering the safety video I saw in elementary school of a racoon in a police uniform telling the audience to walk facing traffic. There wasn't much traffic, but the cars I did see, were polite and moved over so I wouldn't have to run in the slush.
As I turned on to North Road, it was really quiet. The sidewalk hadn't been plowed, so I decided to run in the road. I was really starting to enjoy my run again and feel good about my decision to run this morning.
It didn't last long. A plow was heading my way. I moved over as far as I could, but the driver did not. I had to jump into the bank to avoid getting taken out. My feet had warmed up, but now I could feel the slush sloshing around in my shoes.
At least the plow had slowed down. A car was approaching, I stayed as close as I could to the bank. The driver did move over slightly, but she didn't slow down. There was a little bit of slush on the road.
That's right readers, I got sprayed.
I was wearing a few layers, so most of my body was fine. However, just a little bit of slush did land on my neck.
And slide down my back.
I can handle cold, slushy feet. But, mostly frozen water sliding down my back, not so much.
I almost started to cry.
I the rest of the run was without event, but all I could think about was the line of cold-ness down my back. Not even my new Glee music was making it better.
Lesson learned: If it has snowed the night before, wait until afternoon to run, the sidewalks are more likely to be plowed.
So, I think if there was any doubt that I am a hard core runner, there shouldn't be any more. Now, I am even a road runner!
I really dislike running on a treadmill. Not only is it boring, but it makes my knees hurt. In a pinch, I might run on a treadmill, but usually I avoid it. So, when I woke up Monday and saw that it had snowed, I thought, "Well, I could go to the gym and run on the treadmill, but I want to be hard core, so I'll head outside." It was early, and still cold, but I'm not afraid of a little cold.
So, out I went. The parking lot hadn't been plowed, but it was just my warm-up so I walked in a tire track. When I got to the end of the road, I headed to the sidewalk I usually run on. It hadn't been plowed, I thought I be hard core and run in the snow. My first step resulted in a frozen foot (dang ventilated shoes!). So I took to the road.
I ran along the road and it was rather comfortable, slushy, but better than the side walk. The road was pretty quiet, and I hit my stride and was feeling really good about my choice to be hard core.
Then I cam to the park I run through. From where I first can see the park, it looked plowed, so when I got there I headed in. It had only been plowed a few feet in, probably a plow turn around. I thought I'd try the snow again, but it was too deep, so it was back to the road for me.
Now, this may seem like a simple decision, but...well...not so much. It was either the ankle deep snow in the park or a big, steep hill.
I hate this hill, I hate to walk it, and run it. But, I started off to run up this hill anyway. I became the "hard core runner that could."
For about 5 steps. I slipped and slid with all 5 steps. I decided I could walk up the hill. I continued to slip and slide up the hill as fast as I could, to keep my heart rate up. I knew that Main Street was coming and that there would be too many cars on it to run safely. I decided that I would have to do my best and run in the snow. This run was not turning out too fun.
It was plowed! The sidewalk along Main Street had been plowed. There was a thin layer of snow, but it was packed down and rather even. I hit another stride and really enjoyed my running along Main Street. Crossing the street at school street was really slushy, so I hurtled over it. I slid a little, but thankfully, I did not land bottom first in the slush.
The plowing ended after I turned at Handy Andy's (or Andy's Handy??), I took back tot he road. There was very little traffic so I ran toward the center of the road. I was remembering the safety video I saw in elementary school of a racoon in a police uniform telling the audience to walk facing traffic. There wasn't much traffic, but the cars I did see, were polite and moved over so I wouldn't have to run in the slush.
As I turned on to North Road, it was really quiet. The sidewalk hadn't been plowed, so I decided to run in the road. I was really starting to enjoy my run again and feel good about my decision to run this morning.
It didn't last long. A plow was heading my way. I moved over as far as I could, but the driver did not. I had to jump into the bank to avoid getting taken out. My feet had warmed up, but now I could feel the slush sloshing around in my shoes.
At least the plow had slowed down. A car was approaching, I stayed as close as I could to the bank. The driver did move over slightly, but she didn't slow down. There was a little bit of slush on the road.
That's right readers, I got sprayed.
I was wearing a few layers, so most of my body was fine. However, just a little bit of slush did land on my neck.
And slide down my back.
I can handle cold, slushy feet. But, mostly frozen water sliding down my back, not so much.
I almost started to cry.
I the rest of the run was without event, but all I could think about was the line of cold-ness down my back. Not even my new Glee music was making it better.
Lesson learned: If it has snowed the night before, wait until afternoon to run, the sidewalks are more likely to be plowed.
So, I think if there was any doubt that I am a hard core runner, there shouldn't be any more. Now, I am even a road runner!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Insane in the Membrane, Insane in the Brain
I really enjoy running and I found an informal running group in Yarmouth that leaves at 7 AM rain, sleet, snow and dark (but not dark of night because we leave at 7 am). I went the first few times and ran a slow 3 miles with a small group of runners I was actually faster than.
I missed a few weeks due to travel, a 5k and the Christmas Fair.
Today, my first day back, it was 26 degrees to start and it had snowed a little over night. My short, slow group was not there. I took off a little before another group of runners heading my usual route, knowing they would pass me eventually.
They did. They slowed down a bit and we chatted a while but they took off after a bit. When we got to my usual turn to head back the cars, they kept going. I thought to myself, "I can go a little longer." We ran toward the high school and I thought, "They'll turn into the high school and head back." They didn't. I knew I could keep going for a bit and I decided to keep them in my sights and keep going.
Running got a bit hard. My knees were starting to ache and sweat was starting to drip off me. I began to think about heading back. The guys were starting to get farther away and I didn't want to loose them. They took a turn and I followed...then I realized I had no idea where I was! Now, I had to stay with them.
As we crossed into Cumberland, I decided that I had to catch up. I needed to find out how much longer they were running before I got further away from home and couldn't keep up and ended up lost. In order to do this I would need to catch up.
I started to run faster in between power poles. I was starting to get closer to the group and they turned a corner and I lost them. I sped up, it really hurt, but finally I was close enough to shout.
"Are we there yet?"
"Are you still back there?"
"Yep!"
I recounted the story of how I ended up still with them and how I had no idea where we were. They were 1. surprised I had stayed with them 2. impressed that I had caught up 3. sympathetic to the fact that is was the farthest I had ever run. They decided to cut their mileage to accommodate me and we headed up route one. I finally began to recognize where we were. I told them about my running background and they all seemed to be impressed that I had a 5 month old at home.
We made it back and I had run 5 miles! It took about 1:20.
I'm pleased that I did it, especially because it was on accident. DH is proud of me, which is an excellent feeling.
Since this time was accident, I'll try it again on purpose.
I don't know if this makes me hard core yet. But I am pretty sure that I can now call myself a runner.
I missed a few weeks due to travel, a 5k and the Christmas Fair.
Today, my first day back, it was 26 degrees to start and it had snowed a little over night. My short, slow group was not there. I took off a little before another group of runners heading my usual route, knowing they would pass me eventually.
They did. They slowed down a bit and we chatted a while but they took off after a bit. When we got to my usual turn to head back the cars, they kept going. I thought to myself, "I can go a little longer." We ran toward the high school and I thought, "They'll turn into the high school and head back." They didn't. I knew I could keep going for a bit and I decided to keep them in my sights and keep going.
Running got a bit hard. My knees were starting to ache and sweat was starting to drip off me. I began to think about heading back. The guys were starting to get farther away and I didn't want to loose them. They took a turn and I followed...then I realized I had no idea where I was! Now, I had to stay with them.
As we crossed into Cumberland, I decided that I had to catch up. I needed to find out how much longer they were running before I got further away from home and couldn't keep up and ended up lost. In order to do this I would need to catch up.
I started to run faster in between power poles. I was starting to get closer to the group and they turned a corner and I lost them. I sped up, it really hurt, but finally I was close enough to shout.
"Are we there yet?"
"Are you still back there?"
"Yep!"
I recounted the story of how I ended up still with them and how I had no idea where we were. They were 1. surprised I had stayed with them 2. impressed that I had caught up 3. sympathetic to the fact that is was the farthest I had ever run. They decided to cut their mileage to accommodate me and we headed up route one. I finally began to recognize where we were. I told them about my running background and they all seemed to be impressed that I had a 5 month old at home.
We made it back and I had run 5 miles! It took about 1:20.
I'm pleased that I did it, especially because it was on accident. DH is proud of me, which is an excellent feeling.
Since this time was accident, I'll try it again on purpose.
I don't know if this makes me hard core yet. But I am pretty sure that I can now call myself a runner.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Turkey is Not the Problem...
After my "success" in the Yarmouth Pumpkin Run, I decided that I would like to run a Thanksgiving race. I didn't want to run before Thanksgiving, because I would be out of town and running on Thanksgiving didn't appeal to me. I found a race in Gorham the Saturday after Thanksgiving, the Burn Off the Turkey 5k. I registered and couldn't wait.
DH had the day off so he stayed home with the baby and I headed off to Gorham. I pulled into the address given on the web site and was a little concerned. There was very little parking available and all the cars I could see there had a layer of frost. There was no bustle of activity I had seen at the other races I ran. I used my mobile browser and found out that I was at the wrong place. I could not find an address for where I was supposed to be so using my GPS was not a solution. I started looking for a place to ask for directions when I noticed that a truck was placing construction barrels along the road. I doubted there was construction on a Saturday, so I figured that I would follow the barrels to see if they lead to the starting line.
They did. There were plenty of cars (that were not frosty) and a bustle of activity. Packet pick-up was in a gym which was really nice because it was 25 degrees out. The runners were allowed to wait inside and I started some small talk with some other runners. About 10 minutes before the race started, some trainers from a local gym led a warm up and we were herded outside.
My goal this race was to finish in under 40 minutes, even if it meant a time of 39:59. I felt like I got off to a good start, I started in the middle of the pack so that only half of the runners would pass me. Which is what happened. There were a few girls ahead of me that stopped to walk not too far after the start. I breezed right past them thinking that even if they passed me later, at least I wouldn't have walked. There was also a girl with an orange knitted beret running ahead of me, she was keeping a pretty good pace, so I figured that I would try to keep her in my sight.
Around the first mile marker, Orange Beret stopped and walked a bit, as I passed her, she stopped to throw up. I left her in my dust, thankful that I was going to run the whole way and not throw up.
There was a water station at the half-way point. It was there that the group of walking girls ran past me and then Orange Beret passed me. She ran a little ahead of me and turned to look at me and started walking. At this point I was running faster intervals between the power poles and I took advantage of one of these to pass her. A minute or two later, she ran past me again, looked back and started to walk. So, I passed her again. This little pattern continued until just after the two mile mark. She must have figured that I was onto her little game and she past me and ran ahead and out of my sight. I realized then, that I could not see any runners ahead of me.
I picked up my pace and crossed a major street and I could see the pack again. I turned a corner and there were some of the race volunteers letting the runners know that we were close to the finish line. A few minutes after that, runners that had already finished were running and walking back along the course. I was getting close!
I was past by two more runners. I went around another corner and I could see the finish. The timer was a little bit out of my sight, but it looked like it said either 36 minutes or 38 minutes. If it was 36 I was going to make my goal, if it was 38 I didn't think I would make it. I decided to give it my all and went into a full out sprint. There were runners that had finished along the way and they were cheering. I think they gave me energy to keep up the sprint. I finished to cheers and congratulations.
I made my goal!
I finished at 38:58. Not only was this a post-baby (no stroller) PB, but it is also my overall PB, beating my 2009 Pumpkin Run by a little over a minute!
I went into the gym to cool down and got some food. I got in line for a sports massage and decided to stick around for the awards and door prizes. As it turns out, the ladies I was talking to before the race placed top three in their respective age groups. And, I won a purse.
This was a fun race and I am really pleased with my finish. However, I am afraid I my becoming addicted. I have been checking the Internet for a 5k to run in December. I have found a few, but they are on Sundays and I don't want to skip church to run.
I'll keep running though and maybe I'll come in at 30 minutes or under one of these days!
A picture of me taken by Maine Running Photos
DH had the day off so he stayed home with the baby and I headed off to Gorham. I pulled into the address given on the web site and was a little concerned. There was very little parking available and all the cars I could see there had a layer of frost. There was no bustle of activity I had seen at the other races I ran. I used my mobile browser and found out that I was at the wrong place. I could not find an address for where I was supposed to be so using my GPS was not a solution. I started looking for a place to ask for directions when I noticed that a truck was placing construction barrels along the road. I doubted there was construction on a Saturday, so I figured that I would follow the barrels to see if they lead to the starting line.
They did. There were plenty of cars (that were not frosty) and a bustle of activity. Packet pick-up was in a gym which was really nice because it was 25 degrees out. The runners were allowed to wait inside and I started some small talk with some other runners. About 10 minutes before the race started, some trainers from a local gym led a warm up and we were herded outside.
My goal this race was to finish in under 40 minutes, even if it meant a time of 39:59. I felt like I got off to a good start, I started in the middle of the pack so that only half of the runners would pass me. Which is what happened. There were a few girls ahead of me that stopped to walk not too far after the start. I breezed right past them thinking that even if they passed me later, at least I wouldn't have walked. There was also a girl with an orange knitted beret running ahead of me, she was keeping a pretty good pace, so I figured that I would try to keep her in my sight.
Around the first mile marker, Orange Beret stopped and walked a bit, as I passed her, she stopped to throw up. I left her in my dust, thankful that I was going to run the whole way and not throw up.
There was a water station at the half-way point. It was there that the group of walking girls ran past me and then Orange Beret passed me. She ran a little ahead of me and turned to look at me and started walking. At this point I was running faster intervals between the power poles and I took advantage of one of these to pass her. A minute or two later, she ran past me again, looked back and started to walk. So, I passed her again. This little pattern continued until just after the two mile mark. She must have figured that I was onto her little game and she past me and ran ahead and out of my sight. I realized then, that I could not see any runners ahead of me.
I picked up my pace and crossed a major street and I could see the pack again. I turned a corner and there were some of the race volunteers letting the runners know that we were close to the finish line. A few minutes after that, runners that had already finished were running and walking back along the course. I was getting close!
I was past by two more runners. I went around another corner and I could see the finish. The timer was a little bit out of my sight, but it looked like it said either 36 minutes or 38 minutes. If it was 36 I was going to make my goal, if it was 38 I didn't think I would make it. I decided to give it my all and went into a full out sprint. There were runners that had finished along the way and they were cheering. I think they gave me energy to keep up the sprint. I finished to cheers and congratulations.
I made my goal!
I finished at 38:58. Not only was this a post-baby (no stroller) PB, but it is also my overall PB, beating my 2009 Pumpkin Run by a little over a minute!
I went into the gym to cool down and got some food. I got in line for a sports massage and decided to stick around for the awards and door prizes. As it turns out, the ladies I was talking to before the race placed top three in their respective age groups. And, I won a purse.
This was a fun race and I am really pleased with my finish. However, I am afraid I my becoming addicted. I have been checking the Internet for a 5k to run in December. I have found a few, but they are on Sundays and I don't want to skip church to run.
I'll keep running though and maybe I'll come in at 30 minutes or under one of these days!
A picture of me taken by Maine Running Photos
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