As luck would have it, I was set to run the third leg, the longest leg with an 8 mile distance. Since we were the third leg, I had plenty of time to fret, pysche myself out, and completely lose confidence that I could survive 8 miles while still recovering from and fighting the plague. I also had plenty of time to watch as storm clouds, torrential rains, and high winds rolled into the bay area. Oh, it was a miserable run. And I'm pretty sure at about mile 6 I saw the grim reaper. But, thanks to the encouragement of my fellow IronMommies, I made it through the trecherous, soaking wet eight miles. I like to tell myself that it's the painful, tough runs that really build character and improve my running ability. Because the alternative belief is that I'm certifiably nuts and need to be locked up.After the wedding, we had a wonderful week with my parents in town! Dad seems to be recovering well and even got to hit a few golf balls while he was here. At this point, he is electing not to do any Interferon (chemotherapy) treatment and will just be monitored like a hawk. Please, please continue to pray that cancer will stay away.
We've spent the last two weeks just trying to get back to a normal daily routine. Brian has a few weeks off from work (I'll explain more about that in another blog post) and we're enjoying some time with him.
Best Man and Flower Girl at the wedding
The Cousins
Todd's new favorite place to hangout
Cheering on the Baylor Basketball Team
Our first pool trip this year


1 comment:
Sounds like you have been BUSY! Enjoy your time as a family at Disney. We're waiting to take that pilgrimage. Poor little Jack isn't tall enough for anything!
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