He's a walker!

Prime started walking yesterday!  Enjoy this little clip!

meet carl

 My official race day photo

 This is what I thought I ordered...but when it got to me they cropped...oh well...

So this is me all sweaty running the race (this is my last race post...promise!) and next to me is (du-du-daaaa!) CARL! Looks Pretty good for 60 right? It's the running. Anyways, I was totally excited to see the race photos that were taken.  Out of 4 this was my best shot...snazz hands and all.  For the next race I'll practice my running pose for the picture.  Notice that Carl has got it down - he looks pro.  Way to go Carl.  No funny hands, no awkward smile. Really, what do you do when you are running and see camera's? Too bad Carl was cropped out of my official picture.  He part of the reason I chose that one (and the lack of the thumbs up) oh well. Enjoy!

My other choices:

dig

They couldn't get enough of the sand.  They dug and dug and dug.  We learned a good lesson during all of this digging.  When buying shovels next year, instead of getting different colors for each, they all get the same color. no fighting. genius. It's been a few days now since Prime's been in the sand and I'm still finding little specks of it in his ears and little chubs.

called to the sea

I think it would be an understatement to say that Prime enjoyed the ocean.  He didn't just enjoy it...he experience it.  He reminded us of a baby turtle being called to the sea. He loved splashing, crawling and putting his face in the water.  He taste tested some sand dollars and probably ate his weight in sand.  Oh our little baby sea turtle, I love him so.  It makes my heart so happy that my children love the ocean.  I hope they will always and forever love the ocean as much as they do now.

My First Race

This 4th of July was pretty big for me this year.  Besides doing our annual California celebration and watching the Coney Island hot dog eating contest (go Joey!), I ran my first race.  It was so awesome!

I didn't know I was doing it until we were driving through Yuma and I was (just for fun) seeing if there were any races going on in California while we were there (iphone...I love you!). AND just as fate would have it there was a race going on and even better, it was on Coronado Island were we were staying.  See...fate. 

I'm not going to lie.  I was a little nervous.  I worried about all these things that I thought could prove to be a big deal but really didn't matter at all.  (ie: what if I didn't drink enough water and I get dehydrated on the path? or what happens if the absurd amount of mexican food I just ate decides it needs a quick exit at mile 5? or, what happens if my very flimsy hair tie (the only one I packed) decides to break in the middle of the race...etc) But once the race started all those worries went away and I just ran....and ran...and ran...it was awesome.

I even met a friend.

His name is Carl and he adopted me on mile 2.

This is how we met:

Carl: "What's your time"?
Me: huh? I don't have the time
Carl: No, what's your pace?
Me: uh.....
Carl: is it under 10?
Me: I think so (I lied...I knew full well I was a 10 + pace runner when I do distance)
Carl: Good, you an me, we do this together.
Me: huh? ok....
 

He's a 60 year old Persian civil engineer and without him I would not have finished as fast. He clocked us every mile and made sure we were on track.  He pushed me and showed me that I could push myself hard.  I was not going to let him out run me. And I didn't...I sprinted passed him at the finish line (he didn't seem to mind...or even notice).  He even introduced me to "gel packs". holy grossness.  never again will I eat one of those...that's a lie, I probably will...but I wont enjoy it. 

Anyways, it took me 90 minutes to finish the 9.32 mile race. Not only was this a good test run for the half marathon in November but I think I started a new tradition!  Ceri says she'll run with me next year.  I'm holding her to it!

we {heart} the beach

 

California...You complete us.