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Snow is in the forecast, summer is but a memory …
Alex lost his head over his first car.
Dan lost his head and bought 10 acres of future home site.
I lost my head and ran a lot.
These cousins got together for a world-class water fight!
Rotary exchange students shared our home for a weekend. Javier from Chile and Ray from Taiwan.
We roasted and ate pigs …
…and boiled lobsters!
We survived the jungle,
the river,
and (barely) the trails of death!
All in all, it was a great summer!
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O Christmas Tree
Because I like to go on and on about the things that I like to go on and on about. Let me take a moment to go on and on about my mom.
My mom is staying with us for the winter and it has been awesome. First of all, she cooks. She makes us dinner on a regular basis. Do you guys have any idea what that’s like?
When I was a kid, my mom made dinner every night and I thought when I grew up, I’d be making dinner every night, too. But somewhere along the line I missed the “how to make dinner” lesson.
I just don’t get the whole “cooking” of the food and serving it to my family thing.
Bill can do it, but he works late a couple nights a week. So that leaves the cooking of the food to someone else … I think that’s supposed to be me, but it never happens.
But it’s not just the cooking, my mom is helping me get our entire house organized and we’re are so ready for this holiday season (I’m not even going to brag that I’m almost done with my Christmas shopping).
Most recently she helped me (and by “helped me” I mean that she did the whole thing while I tried to stay out of the way) make a Christmas tree costume for Margaret’s 3rd grade music program.
And it is totally adorable. I wish I could take some of the credit. But other than bringing home the big sheet of cardboard, my contribution was to burn the top of my foot with the hot glue gun.
I’m hoping the cooking and crafty gene skips a generation and that Margaret will inherit it.
And if the above picture is not enough, check out this itty bitty, short video I took of Mar wearing the tree that I took with the Nokia 6650 phone that the lovely people at WOM World sent me to try out.
In the next couple weeks, I will be taking video and pictures with this superfancy gps, music player, camera/video cell phone and uploading to their Microsite. My content will be featured the week of Dec. 8. I’ll provide a link when it becomes available.
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One step back, one step forward
It’s the calm before the holiday storm I suppose. I know I’ll be busy in a couple of weeks baking cookies, shopping, wrapping, decorating. I can’t help but feel like procrastinating all that for awhile.
We drove to Cortez to see my mom last weekend. Then we returned to basically laze around our house a few days. Soren was sick and pretty much made our laziness miserable whenever he was awake. Our DVD player broke adding to our lazy angst. We couldn’t even rescue ourselves from his Soren-is-two-and-sick-and-shoot-us-now-e-ness with a little Bob the Builder relief.
He also took a giant leap backward and started peeing the bed every night at least two or three times. Maybe it was because he was sick, or maybe because he’s just plain naughty, but after a week of waking up every few hours, stripping sheets and changing PJs, I decided it was time to put him back in a nighttime diaper. He was devastated of course but what can I do? Last night was the first in a least five that he slept straight through the night. Although it worked I still feel bad about knocking his confidence down a notch.
The highlight to his Thanksgiving weekend was the arrival of Santa’s letter all the way from North Pole, Alaska. He ran through the house yelling “I MADE THE NICE LIST! WOOT! I MADE THE NICE LIST!” Then he immediately went back to declaring how mean his mom is and he how he doesn’t love his dad. I was less than happy to see him declared “nice” when he indeed has not been nice at all. BACKFIRE!
Jonas on the other hand is a complete delight. He’s at that oh-so-cute-he-could-never-do-anything-wrong stage. He’s awesome! When I left this morning he was playing ballerinas with his cousin Azure twirling around the living room in his sweet little feet pajamas. Oh if they’d only stay this cute forever. At this point with Soren acting like demon spawn, it’s hard not spoil my little Joji pie.
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Giving thanks
I had a wonderful Thanksgiving yesterday.
It was the first Thanksgiving I spent with my mother in … um, a really long time and the first Thanksgiving I’ve ever had with my stepson, Sean. So this year was really special.
We did our typical orphan’s dinner with lots of friends whose families are scatter hither and yon which it is always fun.
The food was delicious. All the traditional items were there and were the best versions of themselves. Along with some new traditions, like Debbie’s yummy sausage-and-cheese balls … those alone are a great reason to show up.
Our hosts, Mark and Kristen, set a gorgeous table and roasted an oh-so-juicy turkey that was quite exceptional.
I have so much for which to be thankful. I have a wonderful family who despite my cantankerousness puts up with me. I have really amazing friends that, like my family, overlook my numerous flaws and still choose to hang out with me. I have a job that I really enjoy (two, in fact). A house I can afford in a neighborhood that is remarkable in its Mayberry-ness.
I’m also thankful for those of you who read our little Haute Mamas blog and for those that just visit GJSentinel.com or buy The Daily Sentinel.
Even in these trying and uncertain times, I thankful that I have many wonderful things for which to be thankful.
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Pilgrims and the Rest of the Story
In honor of Thanksgiving Day, and part of the story of our heritage, take this quiz and see how you do. Leave a comment and tell us what your score was. Mine was a dismal 5. Yikes.
I say “part of the story” because we are taught from a very early age that the Pilgrims came over and toughed it out for the precious freedoms we enjoy today. That is true, but hey!, there were already people toughing it out and living free over here. The “Indians”, or who we now call Native Americans, played a huge role in the survival of the Pilgrims. How many of you know who Squanto is? Have your kids heard of him? Read this brief account of his life, and then share it over the corn tomorrow.
How about Chief Samoset? Heard of him? He’s a little harder to find historical info on, but you can read a little here.
My paternal grandfather was a full-blooded Iroquois Indian. Onondaga tribe, Bearfoot clan, settled mostly in what is now Ontario, Canada. He is in fact buried on the reservation in Ontario. So that’s why I have a vested interest in telling the “other side of the story” of Thanksgiving and Pilgrims. The Indians didn’t just show the Pilgrims how to throw some fish over the corn seeds and then live happily ever after. Although there were warring tribes, they came in peace, for the most part, and tried to live in harmony with the white European settlers. Much of what happened to the Native Americans at the hands of the settlers is a largely untold, forgotten, incredibly savage and tragic story.
But it’s also a rich, fascinating story of courage, spirituality and perseverance. Try to include some of it along with the turkey and stuffing.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Rim Rock Run - The Final Chapter
Three days before the US Bank Rim Rock Run I watched the weather report and fretted over record morning lows of fifteen degrees. I was used to training through the triple digit temperatures of summer and didn’t own fifteen degree running clothes. I didn’t own fifteen degree lungs! I kept my fingers crossed for a warm front and turned to more important issues - like figuring my time and mileage.
I studied the map of Rim Rock Drive (as if I didn’t already have it committed to memory) and calculated where I needed to be by what time. Given a starting time of 8:00 a.m. my plan was this: reach the Glade Park turnoff (mile 4) by 9:00; the highest elevation point (mile 8) by 9:45; Highland View (mile 12) by 10:30; Grand View (mile 16) by 11:30; Visitor Center (mile 18) by 12:00 and the finish line (mile 22.6) by 12:45. I wrote it on a piece of paper, folded it carefully and tucked it into my running pants. I was thinking my plan was pretty generous and hoped I would finish by 12:30, a half-hour ahead of the allotted 5 hours before the course closed.
In this photo of Rim Rock Drive by Chris Tomlinson, see if you can pick out any of those way points. Off to the right is Serpent’s Trail, often used as a training run.
As it turned out, November 8 was a morning made for running. A crystal clear day sandwiched between two significantly more cloudy and cooler days. I was bursting with excitement as we drove to the starting line. I had spent the last 7 months preparing for the next 5 hours. I had paid my dues and I was ready to rumble!
Flashing my number 101.
When the starting gun fired, nearly 170 runners funneled through the gate to tackle the first batch of hills and 1,300 feet of elevation gain.
I’m in there somewhere!
I looked up and saw a string of runners already way ahead and heard a few people galloping behind me as the rhythm of the race was established.
Blue shirt, long black pants which I ditched by mile 5 (Yes, I had shorts underneath.)
I made it to the Glade Park turnoff at 8:59 - a full minute ahead of schedule! “This is great,” I thought. “I may make that 4 ½ hour goal.” And just then the pain I’d been ignoring in my left foot finally got my attention in a big way. Continuing to ignore it, I did my best to land on the right side of my left foot for the rest of the run.
As I plodded along for the next several hours, I mentally recorded these observations:
Overnight an amazing geologic event transpired and the entire length of Rim Rock Drive was now uphill, all of it. But still as jaw-dropping spectacular as ever.
Somewhere around mile 12 I heard an airplane buzzing overhead and watched it make several loops. I later found out it was my brother-in-law and nephew, Dag and Max Adamson, checking to see if I needed to be rescued.
I was hungry the whole way, but couldn’t even choke down a Clif bar, my usual saving grace. I did gobble Advil at two aid stations but they failed to assuage my hunger. I vaguely remember some delicious potato chips at one of the aid stations.
The distance between mile 10 and mile 18 is approximately 62 miles.
At mile 15 Dan drove by in the opposite lane to take pictures and asked if I wanted a ride but drove off before I could answer.
Wait! Come back!
I let out a war whoop of victory at each mile marker until about mile 19. After that, it didn’t seem worth the effort.
There is an actual difference in elevation between the white and yellow paint of the lane markers. Really, you can feel it.
When my son Alex was little I would go for bike rides with him in the carrier seat. When we got to a hill he would waggle his legs back and forth and shout, “Go, Mommy, go!” He couldn’t get off work to see me at the finish but he promised he would be thinking “Go, Mommy, go!” It helped.
In the time it would take me to finish, I could have driven to Denver and been shopping somewhere in Cherry Creek.
After two hours I knew that many people were close to finishing. At the risk of hurting their feelings - big deal. Two hours is just a warm-up. Us true hard-core runners can tough it out for four hours or more!
The only time I felt a moment of uncertainty was rounding the first of numerous switchbacks just past the Visitor’s Center and spotting the finish line and the gate. It looked tiny - like a Lego block sitting in the middle of the Sahara desert. I was so far up and it was so far down. “How do they expect me to do that?” I asked, not really considering who “they” were. It made me nauseous for a brief moment and I had to choose between upchucking and continuing to run. I glanced at my time and realized that if I had any chance of finishing within the five hours, upchucking was not an option. I focused on not losing my mind and thought about the finish line and being able to stop. And the relief that would come from cutting off my left foot.
Switchback after switchback - I kept running and never got any lower or closer. I feared I was delirious as I thought about whether or not I could take a short cut down - maybe act like Spider Man and shoot a web. Finally, finally, finally I saw the sign for mile 22. Twenty two! Oh my goodness - so close - and then I rounded the last switchback and there it was - the end of my pilgrimage!
The red stripe of the finish line! It took me 4 hours, 48 minutes and 28 seconds to reach it!
I crossed that red stripe and damn near hyper-ventilated. Not from the run but with the realization that I had done it! I missed my stretch goal of 4 ½ hours and was 3 ½ minutes past my calculated goal but I had done it! I ran the Rim Rock Run and I got the t-shirt!
A little tired after 22.6 miles …
I celebrated with my family and friends at the finish line and clapped happily for the few remaining runners.
My mom and dad
Then we headed up the road to the post-race celebration where gobs of glorious food waited. The two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread I wolfed down tasted better than just about anything I’ve ever eaten!
I spent the rest of the day sitting in a tub of cold water and ice cubes (torturous at first, but really effective pain relief), eating, rehydrating and pondering how I could improve my time next year.
Yes, next year, maybe. If I grow a new foot by then.
Care to join me?
By the numbers
3 number of consecutive miles I had run in my life prior to April, 2008
29 number of weeks trained
590 number of miles trained
6 pounds lost during training
2,100 approximate calories burned during Rim Rock Run
7 number of races in which I competed during training
0 number of overall first and last place finishes
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HEY MELISSA J - YOU WON!!
Congratulations to Melissa J - the winner of our hundred dollar gift certificate from Miss Marie!
WOW! Talk about what to be grateful for at Thanksgiving! How will you choose among all those fabulous boots and shoes?!
Have fun spending your loot Melissa! Let us know how you did!
Thank you to Miss Marie and to everyone that entered!
Happy Thanksgiving from all the HAUTE MAMAS, Lynn, Richie and Robin
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Win Shoes! Win Boots!
Last chance to get your name in the drawing Haute Mamas Readers! Lynn will be drawing the big winner late this afternoon. Check back to see if you are the big winner.
There’s still plenty of time to enter our shoe contest! All you have you have to do is visit www.missmarieshoe.com, and browse through all the awesome shoes and boots.
Like these:
Then come back to HAUTE MAMAS and leave a comment and tell us what your favorite pair was. You’re entered to win a $100 gift certificate from Miss Marie!
Want two chances to win? Go visit their store at 637 Main Street and you can enter there too! I mean - could we make it any easier for you to win stuff? Just do it before the entry deadline of Monday, November 24.
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Overheard at Our House
“So, mom, can we talk?”
Nothing strikes fear into a mother’s heart like those words from her teenage son.
“Sure, honey, what’s up?”
“Can I get the back of my neck pierced?”
After a nanosecond of thoughtfully considering this I replied, “No, but thanks for asking.”
“How about my eyebrow?”
“No.”
“Lip?”
“Ditto. And do I even want to know what brought this up?”
“My friends and I were talking about cool body parts to pierce.”
“You can get your ear pierced.”
“Everybody has that, it’s no big deal anymore.”
Did I mention we were having this conversation while I was slicing steak for dinner? I waved the knife in the air and said “Hey - I’ll pierce your nipple right now for free!”
“God mom, you’re sick.”
“What? I’ll use ice first!” I yelled at his retreating back.
Old age and treachery beat youth and inexperience again.
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Shoes and Sex: What more could you want?
I hate to post on top of our shoe contest. It’s really a good one don’tcha think? If you have come to Haute Mamas looking for the chance to win free shoes, just click here or scroll down a little bit to find the contest.
Now, let’s talk about what others are saying about their sex lives.
I check in on Dooce every few days just to make sure she hasn’t converted the whole state of Utah into nonreligious democrats and to see how her family is tolerating the completely inappropriate things she says about them on her blog. She claims to have some blogging “lines” but to be honest with you I clearly cannot see what they are. She’s just an honest and candid voice which is what I love about her.
On her sidebar I discovered her new site she seems to be co-writing with the other “big girls” in blogging like Finslippy and Mighty Girl, two of Robin’s particular favorites. This new site, Momversation, is just video of the bloggers talking about personal and intimate topics. I watched several, (No, Daniel, our IT guy, please don’t come chide me about watching video, I’m NETWORKING!) but found this one about sex after baby the most interesting.
When Dooce says it took seven months before she had sex again I nearly fell out of my chair and choked on my breakfast burrito. SEVEN MONTHS! Are you frickin’ kiddin’ me?
Sure, there are lots of issues I had concerning sex after baby. I wasn’t particularly happy about my fatness, my soft belly, my ginormous breastfeeding and leaking boobs, or the fact that while I was pregnant my hubby informed me that Elvis never wanted to have sex with Priscilla after she had Lisa Marie. He said he could never have sex with a woman who had had a baby. Uh-Huh. So I was worried that maybe my hubby wouldn’t be really interested.
But, one thing was for sure, after six weeks I was gonna give it try again, in the dark.
Oh and congratulations to Dooce on her new pregnancy! I’m so glad she finally got her groove back!
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A Hunnert Dollah contest from Miss Marie
I know we live in Colorado and we’re a bunch of tree-hugging, granola-eating, enviro-loving, off-the-grid Teva-wearing people, but every now and then you’re gonna have to step out in high style!
To help you do just that, the HAUTE MAMAS and Miss Marie’s Shoes are bringing you one sssswwweeeettt deal! Miss Marie is located at 637 Main Street in Grand Junction- right next door to the Avalon Theater. They have the most awesome shoes, boots, bags and accessories you could hope to find. But that’s not even the best part. The best part is they are offering a one hundred dollar gift certificate to ONE lucky HAUTE MAMAS winner! As we say at home - a hunnert dollahs! A hundred dollars! Is that crazy good or what?!
All you have to do to win is this: Visit their Web site at www.missmarieshoe.com. Try not to squeal too loudly with delight as you browse through the boots, shoes and sandals. Come back to HAUTE MAMAS and leave a comment telling us what pair of shoes is your favorite. You will then be entered to win a hunnert dollahs from Miss Marie. I’m not kidding!
But wait - there’s more! If you go visit the store at 637 Main Street in Grand Junction - right next door to the Avalon Theater you can enter to win AGAIN! Two chances to win a hunnert dollahs gift certificate! They’re open Monday through Saturday from 10 - 5.
If I could win, I’d pick these!
While you’re in the store, say hello to Marie Beauregard, who owns the emporium with her hubby Steve. Marie is sporting a round little belly full of their first baby due in a few months. Maybe they’ll have to start carrying baby booties!
So hurry up and enter already! We’ll give you through the weekend and we’ll draw the lucky winner on Monday, November 24.
And girls - if you’re smart - you’ll tell your husband or boyfriend (but don’t tell both) about this so they can enter to win for you!
Good luck and happy shopping!
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Black Friday
So here we are, just ten days away from Black Friday. You know, that infamous day where all the stores open in the middle of the night so people can line up to get a jump start on their Christmas shopping.
I, for one, have never understood the hub-bub about this. I went once, once!, at 5:00 a.m. and honestly did not think it was worth the lost beauty sleep.
What do all you readers think? Worth it - or skip it? What are some of your adventures or victories you have scored by getting up in the middle of the night?
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Calling All Shoe-Aholics!
Oh my goodness - have the HAUTE MAMAS ever got a good one for you!!
I am so ready to bust out of my running shoes and slip into something like these:
or these:
or my-heart-be-still, these!
Check back here Wednesday to find out how YOU can win, yes, win, like it costs you nothing, a fabulous gift certificate to put your tootsies in something like one of the above!
And all you guys out there - this is your chance to be a hero too - don’t miss it!
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Happy 18th Birthday, Sean
My stepson Sean turns 18 today.
18
He’s old.
And if he’s old, you know what that means … Bill’s really old.
I’ve known Sean for 10 years now. I’ve seen him grow up from an awkward, but totally adorable, little boy into an entirely too-good-looking young man.
Although this journey has not been one without its bumps, I’m a better person for having known Sean. He’s taught me that even if a kid has a rough exterior of impervious coolness, he still can be kind and gentle.
Now as Sean gets ready to graduate from high school this spring and enter the Coast Guard, I’ve been reflecting on the son that is not my son.
Being the step mom is hard. I have all the love and little control over this man-boy. I regret that I don’t have a better, stronger relationship with him. Honestly, I have a lot of regrets about Sean.
Hopefully, he knows that I love him as does he dad and sister and that we’ll always have a place for him at our house.
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It’s beginning to look a lot like I Rock!
Last night I informed my hubby that I needed the Sam’s Club card so I could go buy the Handy Manny Toolbox, the only gift Soren wants from Santa, and the only thing that absolutely CANNOT be missing from under our Christmas tree or he will never ever believe in anything good ever.
“I don’t know why you have to go it get now. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet.”
True but still I think this particular toy is worth the early effort.
I spent my lunch hour dodging shoppers at Sam’s as they jumped in front of me to get at the mini quiche samples. When I finally found the toolbox there were only 2 left whereas there had been at least 30 last weekend. One of the toys had some goo on it so really that means I got the last one. THE LAST ONE! Although had I been left with the goo covered one I would have haggled a discount and washed the dang thing because this is how important this particular toy is.
I felt like I had just battled my way to owning the First Cabbage Patch doll. Truly the cashier must have thought I was a total weirdo as I was beaming so proudly over this Hispanic-accented toolset.
I’m still beaming because this means that Christmas will not be ruined after all. It’s symbol of my awesomeness and gives me a great boost of confidence that this working mom CAN bake the cookies, decorate the tree, shop for presents, hide and wrap the presents, cook pie, send out Christmas cards, get the letter, cookies, milk and carrots out for Santa, host a Wigalia, visit Santa, shop, shop, shop and do it all while spreading good cheer and peace. I think there should be some prayer in there too. Phew, I think I just lost confidence. I should start hitting the eggnog.
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Freakin’ Me Out!
I saw this on T.V. this morning and it completely made me gasp for breath. These kinds of things totally freak me out. Watch the video and you’ll see why.
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Wordless Wednesday
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All in a Days Work
On my lunch hour, I had to fish a grape nerd out of my kid’s nose with my long pinky nail and I didn’t even gag. I actually laughed and realized I’m knee-deep in this mom thing.
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All the way to the North Pole and back
The holidays are just around the corner. Sure, don’t believe me and let them sneak up on you.
I’ve already taken the first steps to planning the holiday season. I’ve looked ahead, blocked out crucial dates, and begged/requested a few days off.
Most importantly though I’ve been thinking about my duties as Santa Claus. Soren has repeatedly asked for one thing this season. A Handy Manny Toolbox. So, I’ll be headed to Sam’s Club in the next couple of days to make sure that Santa delivers.
This is really the first year, (I’m crossing my fingers as last Christmas morning was a complete disaster), that Soren knows about Santa and I want to make sure I get it right. There’s the cookies, the carrots for the reindeer, and the letter to Santa.
I realized that cookies and carrots were pretty easy but I cannot for the life of me remember how to write a proper letter to Santa. So, of course, I Googled it. Not only did I find a million examples, wow, you think writing a resume is hard, but I also found an address to mail said letters to the North Pole. Trusty elves in North Pole Alaska will write you back. Or, you can write your own Santa reply and the post office will postmark it North Pole and send it back. Here’s an interesting article documenting the kinds of letters these Alaskans get and what they do about it.
Since Soren and Jonas can’t write a letter to Santa yet I decided to write a letter to them from Santa and settle for the postmark.
Due to technical difficulties this morning you’ll have to read Azure’s letter. Shhh-she and her mom don’t know it’s coming. Double clicking the letter will make it bigger.
Last night I collected Christmas stickers and stamps. This morning I’m prepared to send off the letters and await their arrival.
There’s still time to send your own Santa letters or replies to the North Pole. Letters can be mailed directly. Replies should be self addressed, stamped, and enclosed in an outer manila envelope with Attn: Santa’s Response Enclosed. Send to: North Pole Christmas Cancellation, Postmaster, 5400 Mail Trail, Fairbanks, AK, 99709-9999 by Dec. 15. I’d say ASAP as this particular post office receives thousands of letters.
I’m crossing my fingers and hoping Santa receives it in time. I’ll keep ya posted.
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Mission Accomplished
Let me first say that I am looking forward to the day when I regain full function of my body from the waist down.
I’m thinking that’s not going to happen today, and maybe not even tomorrow. If anyone has a walker they’re not using, I’d be happy to rent it.
Honestly, I’m still floating around in this sea of “I did it, I really did it!” and “I should have/could have/would have done better.” Those are my issues. I’ll spare you from them here.
When all is said and done, I’m one of only 165 people in the whole galaxy who were fortunate enough to run 22.6 miles up and over the Colorado National Monument. I set my own record. My goals were to finish under my own power, finish within the allotted 5 hour time limit and not be last. I accomplished all of that, albeit barely!
The rest of the story is more complicated than that, of course, because being a woman, it has to be. But I’ll give you all the glorious and gory details at a later date.
Right now, I want to thank everybody who offered me their support, congratulations, best wishes, love and concern. There are so many of you out there, and I have no words to tell you how gratifying and soul-satisfying it was to know all of that was out there for me.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and my aching feet, for being there with me, and for me, along the way!
Whoever said it was lonely at the top wasn’t kidding!
My dad, looking pretty good at the finish!
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Runner’s Toiletries
It occurred to me this morning as I looked at my bathroom vanity counter top just how much running had taken over my life.
Where there used to be pretty bottles of sweet smelling tropical passion fruit lotion, vanilla lavender body spray, lemon verbena body butter and gardenia scented bath salts, there now sat a large jar of Sore-No-More, a tin of Tiger balm, a box of arnica tablets (homeopathic joint and tissue repair), a seven-day pill container of Celebrex, an elastic knee brace and a small bottle of Tylenol.
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Dan, forget taking my precious daughter on a bareboat charter sail off the Croation coast. Now that I’m just starting to like you, don’t mess it up.
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Dude Lynn-you should hold Dan to sailing the Croatian coast. Fer reals. I hear Drubrovnik is seriously awesome!
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Let’s figure out to do it even better next year. Now that you have acclimated to being without all of the modern amenities for more than one night, rafting the Middle Fork of the Salmon and sailing the Croatian Coast will do, for starters.
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