(Almost) Half-birthday Half Marathon and other excitement

Back in May I was in kind of a fitness rut. So I needed an event. After considering the many, many options available to me, I settled on Tera's (almost) Half-birthday Half Marathon on June 6 (my real half birthday is in July and we already had plans for that date), coincidentally taking place on a vacation day for D. I was miraculously able to fit in enough long runs beforehand to feel somewhat prepared, and my friend Lindsay (who also needed an event) volunteered to run the last half of it with me. The race course was beautiful (kudos to whoever set it up!) and the day couldn't have been more pleasant. I also had the best sag wagon a girl could ask for--four cheerleaders plus ice water, oranges, and gatorade along the race route!! I forgot to make race bibs this time around, but the run felt great and I know how far I went, so who cares?

Here's a great shot of me pulling my shorts down. Just trying to be modest!

Approaching the water stop

Trying not to guzzle... I was quite warm and I have a weakness for ice water.

Approaching the end

 My four cheerleaders and me

 

Other news is that D is officially done with THE INTERN YEAR. It was quite a year, one that he will never have to repeat (even if you switch specialties in one year or ten, you never repeat intern year). After performing hundreds of rectal exams and being thrown up on and bled on and screamed at regularly, D is convinced that being a doctor is not as glamorous as most people think. Shucks! But, hey, he does get to go to work in these pajamas!




Also, the very same day as that last post, Pip told D he wanted to start using underwear, and D said, "Great! We'll do it tomorrow!" When he told me the exciting news, I asked, "Did you read what I posted on my blog? I don't really want to potty train right now." Well, it was too late, so we spend the next morning on a peppy potty training adventure. Pip did GREAT--peed in the toilet five times with NO ACCIDENTS!! Then he suddenly decided he didn't want to do it anymore, had a little break down, and I knew it wasn't worth a battle, so I said, "OK, we can try again another day." The exciting news is, we all know he CAN do it. Now he gets to decide if he WANTS TO do it.