Tag: mom
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I did it. What’s next?
I am a half-marathoner. I did it. And I can honestly say it could not have gone any better. The weather was absolutely perfect (overcast and rainy, around 60 degrees) for the Spinx Runfest Half Marathon in Greenville, SC. My clothes were perfect, nothing was rubbing or hurting or cutting or annoying. The new race…
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One blink, and it’s 1983
Last night I dreamed I was 5 years old. I was at my parents’ old house on Silverwood Drive, the one with wood paneling walls and linoleum everywhere. My brother was a baby, sitting in his high chair, getting spoon-fed by my mom (ok, so he would have been nursing probably. My timing is off.…
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What’s wrong with drinking bath water, anyway?
Kids. I don’t have any. I don’t want any. But don’t say I don’t love them. I absolutely love them. I’ve spent the past few days babysitting for my nieces (ages 3 and 1) while Kevin and Jenn are on vacation in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico), and I have learned a few things about kids: =…
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No idle hands at this house
This weekend, in pictures and thoughts: The run: I didn’t take pictures of everything, of course. I didn’t photograph me waking up at 4:30 a.m. just to get my run in because I knew I had a busy day ahead. I was home before the sun came up, so it would have been a picture…
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Help me be clever
Kevin, Jenny, Chuck and I are talking about running the 2010 Cooper River Bridge Run together. This is so special to me as I have fond memories of my first and only bridge run, with Jenny, in 2008. (Want to see how far Kevin has come? Check out his comment on that post!) I’m going…
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The strength to keep going
This was not my race to run, and when I approached the team van near the end of it and saw the physical pain written all over their faces – I was both relieved and jealous I hadn’t been a part of it. This race falls into the category of “insane.” When I asked veteran…
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Drunk and pregnant
My grandmother – we called her Grandmama – was very poised and proper. She was the only adult I knew that would sleep until 10 a.m. (I must take after her), then stroll out of her bedroom in her silk nightgown, her hair done, and enjoy her cup of coffee in an actual teacup and…
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Things ive learned in texas
My time in Texas has been way too short, and it’s been all work and no play (unless you count running as play, which I sort of do.) I was excited to come here as the only other time I’ve been to Texas has been on a layover at the Houston airport. However, I’m not…
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Items I have found while helping my parents move
– a cassette tape labeled, in my handwriting, “Dad’s cool mix.” I haven’t yet uncovered a tape player to see what’s on this gem. – a framed photo of me as a child asleep on a training potty, my wonder woman panties around my ankle and a book in my lap. My grandmother had this…
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So I had this dream last night …
Just kidding, I’m not going there (for you non-Facebookers, I posted that I had weird, good dreams and it was requested that I blog about it – which I will not do, since Lance’s young ears would be disturbed … wait, Lance, I thought you were older than me!) I was told it might be…