Sunday, April 11, 2010

Running a 5k...

... requires so little skill that it may be even embarrassing to the truly fit, like my marathoning baby sis and big bro. For me, however, it was a grave and menacing task, and before it began I honestly wasn't sure if I was going to make it. This was the Rex Lee Run for cancer (wait, against cancer!) so I did it in honor of Ma, and imagining her face and her current battle was what pushed me through. I made Kyle (who had never run further than a mile in his earthly existence) run with me because he is the only person I know who wouldn't be too ashamed to stick by my side.

Mish had better things to run than a 5k. She ran the 10k and then turned around and ran another 13 miles with Mark for their marathon training. Crazy/awesome/crazy kid.

Kyle was so bored running with me (and I use the term "running" loosely, as walkers did tend to pass us) so he took a lot of action shots.




(side note: Kyle may have been running circles around me while carrying on a one-sided conversation --I wasn't about to waste lung space by forming words-- but whaddya know? The next few days his muscles were all achy and complainy while mine fared just fine. He may be effortlessly in much better shape than me endurance- wise, but all that sitting on his toosh over a computer while I bend, lift, and scurry about all day gives me a serious edge on muscle activity. So I feel slightly vindicated over the injustice of his effortless, high-capacity lungs.)

He was so excited when, in the very last stretch, Kyle saw his friend David and his wife Emily catching up to us and was thrilled to beat him and rub that in his face forever (although they could potentially rub in our face that they ran 10k in the time it took us to run five).

During that last lap around the track, the crowd was cheering (and jeering) me to sprint, and I thought, "I am! Can't you tell?" Those three point something miles kicked my trash.

I hadn't run any distance (longer than across my living room to prevent one child from injuring another) since the 5ks of my pre-Kyle college days. Cathi would run for the workout, Miche would run for a free t-shirt (free minus the participation fee), and I would run for Africa. I think we only ever ran 5ks for Africa. That's about all that could inspire physical exertion out of me. And now Ma.


The next day, I woke up to Charlie retching all over my clothes, bed, and hair, and as I was mopping it up with my bed sheet, Erik waddled into my room looking a little like this.

Which led me to his bed, the real scene of carnage. Not sure how he slept soundly through so much blood loss, but the sight of all this made me laugh so hard I forgot I still had puke in my hair!

The next day, my beloved roommate of yesteryear, CathAnn, was in town and I finally got to meet her adorable son, Cathi Jr. Kallista was also part of the reunion, which included a visit to Cafe Rio (which is officially my favorite family eatery because free kids' quesadillas enable me to actually do something other than fret over the kids. Like eat. Or talk.) and lots of reminiscing the good old days. (Are we old enough to be saying that?)

In other unrelated news, you probably should not buy garlic at Costco unless you own a garlic-y flavored restaurant, or drink a lot of garlic juice, and/or suffer from a vampire infestation. I learned this the hard way, and ended up spending an evening (with some help from Bob and Kyle) in the following fashion...



Seriously that was such a painstaking process that wasn't at all worth whatever I saved by buying in bulk.

You thought I was kidding about the garlic juice, eh?

Yeah, I was. We have so much minced garlic now, we even put it in our cereal.

Ewww gross.

Woo hoo! Here's a whole streak of shots that don't require my ramblings.










Well, I was hoping to catch up to Easter, but I'm feeling the need to rest my weary bones, so that's all you get for tonight! (whew!)

8 comments:

郭君 said...
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nimbus said...

Hvor er Eriks bukser?

Kyle said...

Erik's bukser er skitne.

Marilyn said...

Wow. I didn't even know you were planning on running. I'm impressed. Your reunion looked fun and I'm sure Michelle was sad to not be here for it.

PokCalaway0710 said...

thx u very much, i learn a lot

Amy said...

Cute Kids! And, a 5K is nothing to sneeze at. I'm way proud of you. You go girl!!!

Mary said...

I'm so proud of you for running! I can't believe I missed it! Boo for me...

Karrot Soup said...

How did I miss this post? Somehow I did. And it made me feel better about being MARRIED to said marathoner (despite the fact that I've run exactly zero 5k's, so you've got me way beat, and he can do like 100 push ups every night). Because ya know, you're right that lung capacity isn't everything. Bring on the mom capacity, yeah. Hilarious about the puke/blood, too. I've really got to call you soon so I stop long rants in your comments. :)