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Keeping up with the Joneses :.Posted By Daisy on January 13, 2012
If I would have known that they were making videos, I would have had them use my phone, but Rabbit made these with her phone. I’ve shared here just the beginning of the first. I may have to actually break down and get a youtube account to make the rest available. But I thought you’d enjoy the preview anyway.
Posted By Daisy on January 13, 2012
Looks like we will be balancing the house a bit and adding another boy to the mix.
Daddy thinks maybe he could be this character:
With all the wiggling about that he already does, Daddy just may be right.
Posted By Daisy on November 30, 2011
Piglet is available again and we don’t have a Pooh. I can’t wait to find out who number six will be, on his or her way to meet us June 2012.
Posted By Daisy on September 27, 2011
Miss Roo was practicing her ABC’s and of course we tried to get it on video and of course that was a fail.
Attempt #1
She would much rather watch the video than sing for the video.
Attempt #2
Attempt #3
By now she’s thinking, “How many times do I have to sing this?”
She’ll be 2½ next month.
Posted By Daisy on September 18, 2011
I fixed the previous post so comments are allowed.
I picked a good marathon to run. The course in Sunriver was relatively flat, for a Central Oregon race. There were aide stations every two miles and all of them had at least one porta potty. I love being able to decide when I can pee rather then feeling like I should go now, because I might not have the chance later. The weather was a perfect September morning, not too hot, not too cold.
It was really hard not to jump right out and fly, but with 26.2 miles to run I settled into a nice easy pace and ended up finishing my first mile slower than the pace I planned. After that nice easy warm-up I picked it up a tige. I began to notice that most of the runners around me were huffing and puffing, conversations came in short two word phrases between breaths. Most of the runners around me were running a half. (294 finished the half, and 69 finished the full.) I wondered to myself if I would be breathing that hard at my half marathon pace, I hoped not.
I packed 6 GUs, my plan was to take the first at mile 2 and then every 4 miles after that. I walked through the aide stations that followed the GU and drank water. (I never drink the gatorade, my tummy doesn’t like it.) This worked out that I walked through every other aide station and ran by the others.
After a few miles I heard someone yelling my name. I waved in the general direction of the voices and kept running. Around a long corner I saw an wonderful sight. Two of my very good friends cheering for me! Little did I know how many times I would see them. Every couple of miles there they would be, waving a pink pom pom and clapping around their coffee cups as I passed. It’s always good to be loved.
Honestly, the first 8 miles or so flew by pretty easy. At one point in the first half the course for the half and the full split for a short time. As I turned left while everyone else around me turned right, I felt a wee bit lonely. Out on the marathon section of the course all by myself, my little fear of getting lost and off course in a race creeped into my brain, until I saw my cheerleaders with the pink pom pom. I love fans!
Mile 10-13 Was a little weird because the halfers around me were tiring and that huffing and puffing accelerated. At that point I was still a little jazzed and I think the fact that I still had more energy than the runners around me fueled me a bit. Then the junction to the half finish came, my husband was standing on the sidelines cheering, and I proudly trotted on passed and began my second half of the race.
Lonely. Where’d all my co-runners go?
The course for the race was almost all on the paved bike trails in the Sunriver Resort area. Every time that any possible course juncture came there was not only a row of pink flags and white arrows to show the correct way, but almost all of them had a volunteer or two pointing the way. A very well marked course, I so appreciate. I still thought I might be lost one or two times. The I would see another runner up ahead or encounter my two wonderful cheerleaders and relieved I would battle on.
Mile 13-16 were still relatively easy but I was losing some of my boing and settling in for the hard work still to come. I pulled off my arm warmers and handed to my cheerleaders as I passed them, yet again. I kinda felt like I had a “crew”. Mile 17-19 were the toughest mentally because I kept thinking that in a training run I would be almost done but today I had another 6 miles. I started telling myself, “One mile at a time, you still feel fine, stop freaking out.” My butt started to get sore. “Stop freaking out”
I hit 20 miles at 3:01ish, the fastest 20 miles I’ve ever ran. I stopped at the aide station to pee, not because I really needed to pee but, I think because I thought I should re-group for the last 10K.
Then I was tired, my legs hurt, but I still had gas. I just kept plugging away. I had one last GU I planned to take at mile 22 but I was nauseous and couldn’t do, so I left it in my pocket. I can’t decide now if the fuel would have helped or hindered me more at the end. The course has a slight uphill at this point. Slight did not feel so slight. I was again glad I picked the race I had. I ran by those beautiful cheerleaders at mile 23 and waved 3 fingers at them. Now it was time to intensify my mental game. A volunteer said, “Just a 5K left”. My head said, “I can run a 5K tired, no problem, just keep going.”
At the end of the 24th mile I started to get a cramp in my belly that I know now was my right Psoas. I had been struggling with this on some of my long runs but of course this was was the marathon of all Psoas cramps. At the 24 mile marker I stopped to walk a quarter of a mile with my hands on my head and loosened the cramp up a bit. When I started to run again, the cramp kicked in as hard as ever.
“2 more miles just run, you can do this.” eventually I realized I was speaking out loud, counting down the quarter miles as I ran. With a half mile until the finish line I kicked up the pace, “damn cramp”. Talking to myself out loud was no longer an option.
Wonderful Volunteers every few meters encouraged as I passed.
The finish line was in sight!
The finish line was behind me!
And I was in my husbands arms trying to breath. I was wheezing. I have never wheezed before in my life.
Finally I laid supine on the grass. Julane and Jana, and Matthew, my encouragers smiled down on me.
Done.
I always have 3 goals with each race. 1- Finish. 2- Don’t get lost. 3- Don’t fall down. I have *so far* finished every race I’ve entered. I have gotten lost and I have fallen down. I have, in one race, both gotten off course and fallen down. Then I usually have 3 times in my head. 1- Probably will finish under ______. 2- Would love to finish under_______. 3- It would be so awesome if I could finish under______. I usually come in somewhere between time #1 and time #2.
I didn’t get lost and I didn’t fall down. Which, for me, means it was a great race. I finished solidly between time #1 and time #2, for a marathon and my first that I completed by running the whole darn thing, I’m very happy with the time. 4:04:01. 32nd out of the 69.
September 2, 2012 – who’s running it with me?
