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Friday, March 14, 2008

Pictures!!!

Okay pictures from the race and maybe even some video if I can figure that out.

Many of these are courtesy of my wonderful family that woke in the wee hours of the morning to cheer me on!

Thanks girls!



This is what the clock looks like at 5:30 in the morning....




This is what the outside looks like at 5:30 in the morning....




And this is what I look like at 5:30 in the morning....Kind of scary....




I guess if you have to be up that early it helps when this is where you're headed....the beautiful Ford Castle on Berry Campus....




Check-in tents....where I made a fool of myself repeatedly and didn't care in the slightest...




Super Cow....so much enthusiasm....it's udderly amazing!



The half-marathoners....maybe one day in the far far future....



And finally me running...I promise I was much sexier looking in motion...





Hopefully the videos below will work....the first one is the start of the 5k. I'm somewhere mid pack and I don't wave at the camera until just before I leave the frame so catch me if you can


The second one is the end of the race....so I lied about being sexier in motion....next time I will know to move my feet faster when I wanna go faster but bounding up the hill seemed like the best option at the time.



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Well there ya go....next stop....Triathlon!!

Sunday, March 02, 2008

My First 5k!

(Note: I'll be posting pictures as soon as I can find my memory card reader)

I ran in my very first 5k this Saturday and it was amazing!!! The race site was an hour away and check-in ended at 7:30am so I decided I would leave my house about 5:30 to get there with plenty of time. My mom and sisters were meeting me up there later but Norm had to work so I was on my own until 8:15 and the race started and 8:30....I was a nervous wreck.

I ate a banana when I woke up but the butterflies in my stomach were not excited about the idea of oatmeal so I packed that up in Tupperware and headed out running about ten minutes late even though I got up at 5 and all I had to do was dress in the clothes I laid out, eat, and grab my pre-packed bag on the way out the door.

The race was at Berry College. I went there for one semester and visited several times after that....all I had to do was get on 27 North (which is about 3 minutes away from my house) and stay on it until it crosses right in front of Berry....I got lost!

I turned right when the highway went straight even though a sign at the intersection said Rome was straight ahead...I'll blame it on nerves and maybe the fact that I was eating oatmeal while driving. So now I was running 25 minutes behind schedule and getting very nervous about making it on time.

I got there about 7 and thanked my foresight that I allowed an hour between my original projected arrival time and the end of check-in.

I spent the next 15 minutes walking around like an idiot asking people things like "where is the 5k check-in?" when there is a sign right next to me indicating and "do you know where the bathrooms are?" and she points directly behind me to the long row of bright blue port-a-johns. I think I rode the shuttle back and forth from the race site to my car three times because I couldn't decide where to leave my bag of post race stuff seeing as I was still very much by myself.

After the last trip back to the car I decided I would take everything with me and hope that a) my family got there before the race started or b) race people don't steal stuff. This time I didn't have the nerve to ride the shuttle AGAIN so I walked the half mile up there chatting with a girl who was also running her first 5k and whose husband also had to work, but her friends showed up early so I dropped her off with them and wandered off to a spot where I could look like I knew what I was doing ("I'm so good at preparing myself I don't need help!") while I waited for my family to save me from nerve racked mind.

I was reassured by the fact that everybody just leaves their stuff everywhere with apparent confidence so I did the same and then went around taking pictures to document the momentous occasion, cheering the half marathoners that took off at 8, and using the restrooms more times then I ever thought possible (there is no way I drank that much water).

They called 15 minutes and suddenly realized I had no idea how to prepare myself....so I ran through my normal set of warm-ups that I do before a Judo tournament, except for throwing people, I thought that might be frowned upon here. I put on my most serious face so that people would think this warm-up routine was cutting edge and why didn't they know it?

My family made it with five minutes to spare so after a quick hello and explaining how to use the camera I was off to line up. I wriggled my way to a spot near the front of mid pack and all of a sudden we were running!!

I waved at the family as I passed and then looked to check my stop watch 00:00....I forgot to hit start...oh well I figured we were about a minute into it so I'd just add a minute when I passed the mile markers.

I started off at a nice jog just finding my stride and regulating my breathing. Before I knew it I was passing the one mile mark....8:30ish was the time (they have wonderful volunteers announcing the time in five second intervals) that was a fast mile for me. I made a mental not to be careful and pace myself, I was shooting for 10 minute miles with a finish around 31-33 minutes.

I saw a lady up ahead that was running at a cadence I liked and paced with her for about a mile and when we passed the 2nd mile marker it was another 8 and half minutes....wow only a mile to go and I'm feeling good!

I had a good handle on the pace I wanted to I left my running buddy and headed into the home stretch. I had run in the pack for the first few minutes but we had all spread out at this point and I was too far ahead of the person behind to worry about being passed and too far away from the person ahead of me to stress about catching up, so I just ran my own race and was feeling great!

I reached the last 1/10 of a mile and it was up hill (cruel race designers) but when I saw the clock reading 25:45 and my sister waving like mad I mustered the energy to bound up the hill and finish strong....not sprint mind you....bound. In retrospect move my feet fast would have been a more efficient way of getting a final burst but the leaping looks alot more amusing on the video my took (to be posted later). I hit the finish line at 26:17!!! I couldn't believe it!!!!

They took my timing chip off my shoe and I was done (note: also cruel to make you stand still a split second after crossing the finish line, I thought I would pass out)

I found my family and hugged and laughed and almost forgot to cool down or stretch. My mom, the trooper that she is, brought a cooler full of water and protein stuff and gatorade so I skipped the runners refreshment tent and split the post race snacks with my sisters.

After hanging out for a while we noticed a large group gathering around a board....RESULTS!!!

I stood in line forever until I had the list all to myself. I started looking for my name from the bottom up....and up....and up...until there it was....in 9th place!!!!!! I was the only ninth female out of 144 to cross the line!!!! And my official time was actually 25:18! (apparently it took 59 seconds for me to actually cross the start line from where I was in the group).

I had really almost left because I knew I wasn't going to being awarded anything and I was tired and hungry. Suddenly I didn't care I wanted to see how I did in my age group....I might actually get a trophy!!!! Sure enough 2nd place 20-24 age group and they called my name! My sisters went wild! The top finisher was 20 minutes and some change....no way I could have caught her!

I still can't quite believe it....9th overall female and 2nd in my age group....I'm officially a runner!

To reward myself I went straight to a specialty running store and replaced my $15 walmart shoes with a pair of Asics picked out just for me by the very kind girl that watched me run around the store in 12 different pairs of shoes....I love them! I love running! I love racing....I'm hooked!!!

I know this was a VERY long post, but it also serves as my race journal for now....sorry guys!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Back to school

Well my 6 month probationary period at the university is almost over and it's time to start thinking about entering a masters program next fall. With tuition paid for, living on campus, and no kids it's the best time work on it.

I have pretty much decided that I want to get an accounting masters. It would mean alot more prerequisite classes which means more time, but I can do it. Here are my reasons....

First...I enjoy accounting
Second...it would further my career at UWG and make me more desirable for any job
Third...it will help with our own personal finances and when/if we both end up working from home and/or running our own businesses, it will be a HUGE help with that.

So there ya go. Now I just need to start studying!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Illuminate the NO's in their vacancy signs...

So the bed did arrive, and it's amazing! Our bedroom actually looks like a bedroom instead of leftovers from a garage sale. It's unreal what a difference it made. I came home from work yesterday to find books scattered in a semi circle at the foot and suspiciously rumpled covers....Norm apparently likes the new bed as well.

On the down side, along with the bed came 10 boxes of stuff from my childhood, my mom likes to spring this kind of stuff on us without warning. Everything from the band I wore at the hospital to my softball uniform and Awanas stuff. I threw everything away except for one teddy bear that wasn't old and icky, two stuffed pigs, and an engraved silver cup.

It was VERY painful. I cried the whole time. Why is it that even good memories hurt?

Despite the difficulties though I got it all done in 2 and a half hours. I just had to make the decision....do I want to save this stuff for no other purpose than to have my children go through it when I die? okay then, out it goes. It's all just stuff. It took my quite some time to determine that throwing away the things doesn't mean I'm throwing away memories. I'm just tossing out the musty smelly symbols of those memories.

I did find several letters from Rebekah and Elisabeth from when we were all about 10-12...that was pretty fun. Probably my favorite line was from one of Elisabeth's lamenting the end of a beach trip......"Farewell blissful summer holiday!"

She was the coolest 11 year old I've ever know :)

I also love that Rebekah used the word "annually" to indicate something she did every year.

They just don't make 'em like they used to.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied

I'm tired and emotional, all of which I blame on jet lag from our "super smith/sosebee family vacation." Therefore and can't be held entirely responsible for the following post.

I feel out of touch. Like I'm living life but not truly feeling, breathing, experiencing it.

Maybe we all go through this. Maybe it's the switch back to 8-5 work mode. Maybe it's the lack of a consistent prayer life. Maybe I need to pull myself together.

New year and the ever present resolutions....

- Make a conscious effort to cultivate my relationship with Christ
- Be able to touch my toes
- Lose these last few pesky pounds
- Stick with and maintain our household budget
- Celebrate one year of marriage....can't believe it's almost been a whole year!

Last year my new years resolutions were.....get married, check. lose weight, check.

I can't remember the other ones which is sure sign that I didn't complete them. It helps to only remember the ones you succeed at I think....as far as I know I achieved all my goals for last year.

We're supposed to be getting a king sized bed today....I am very excited. Don't get me wrong I adore our little plywood queen with the staples in the headboard, and the twisted frame supported by cinder blocks that shudders and quakes if you look at it too harshly and threatens to fall all to pieces if you somersault across it.

Okay that's a lie.....I hate that bed. I have permanent bruises on my leg from running into the sharp foot board corners and I have long since tired of putting king sized sheets on a queen sized bed. Not to mention the cinder blocks invariably scrape up the toes of my dress shoes that live under the bed.

Here's hoping it all goes well!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Welcome to Our World

Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child, Welcome Holy Child

Hope that You don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long-awaited Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home, Please make Yourself at home

Bring Your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world, Welcome to our world

Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born, Unto us is born

So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us Holy
Perfect Son of God, Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world


Somehow this song in all it's simplistic beauty touches me deeper than any other Christmas song. May we never grow accustomed to the idea of Word becoming flesh and saving our lives. May it always inspire awe, wonder, and a passionate loyalty.


I love you Jesus. I know I don't always show it well, or say it well, or spend the time together that we need to grow and cultivate our relationship. But I love you with all my heart.

Monday, December 17, 2007

I want to be done!

Only four and half more days of work before I have a week off! Not to mention I tacked on a couple days of annual leave at the end to accommodate our 10 day trip to Hawaii!!!!

I can't wait. I've never been on a cruise before and if it weren't for the incredible generosity of Norm's grandparents I wouldn't be going now. To be perfectly honest the idea of a cruise never really appealed to me...it all seemed so touristic, how could you ever really get a feel for the place?

But somehow this one is timed just right. What I need is a vacation. Most of my past "vacations" are really more like explorations. Sometimes I know where I will stay on any given night, sometimes I don't. It's exciting, thrilling, often times scary, but always an adventure.

What I need right now is rest, relaxation, the calm assurance that everything is already booked and taken care of. Somebody else is in charge of making sure that my transportation is on time. Other people can be responsible, and I can rest. For ten whole days.

I don't care about meeting native islanders, getting to know the customs, or integrating into the culture. Call me selfish, spoiled, a tourist. I say whatever. I need a break. I want to come back from this trip and feel refreshed, rejuvenated, and most importantly, not wishing I could take a vacation from my vacation.

We'll be doing cool stuff like snorkeling, hiking through the forests and swimming in freshwater pools, lounging on the beach, taking a helicopter ride over the volcanoes, and eating amazing food among other things. Not one atom of my being cares that all of these excursions are set up for tourist groups.

All I care about is that I don't have to DO anything. I'm tired, I'm drained, and I couldn't be more ecstatic about ten whole days relaxing with the love of my life and my new extended family, without having to wonder if the boy the little island lady sent to fish that morning will be back in time for me to have lunch.