Sunday, October 28, 2012

Boy, Is My Face Red

Here's me in a self taken cheesey picture in my super cool Columbia River Power Marathon t-shirt
Okay, so my face turns red when I run.  Every single time.  I think it only takes about five minutes, and it looks like I've run for five hours.  I ran my first half marathon this weekend, which, of course, turned my face bright, bright red, but all that blood rushing to my face (Is that what causes it?) because of exercise wasn't the only thing making me blush.

There was a lot of other stuff that happened this weekend besides that half marathon, though, so I need to back up a bit and tell the whole thing.  Backing up to early September:  I signed up for the half marathon of the Columbia River Power Marathon, which is a super cool race to have as my first, because it takes place in two states, Washington and Oregon, and you get to run over the McNary dam.  Fast forward two days later, and I got an email asking if I wanted to do Tombstone Tales this year, on the same weekend of the run.  No big deal, I thought, I'll run in the morning and just be stiff and tired for Tombstone Tales that afternoon and evening.  I said yes.

So here's the line-up for this past weekend:

Friday
- 3:45 Alyssa's ballet
- 6:00 Tombstone Tales
-8:00 Alyssa's Nutcracker Practice

Saturday
- 5:45 wake up to drive to Umatilla
- 8:00 Columbia River Power Marathon!
- 12:00 Alyssa and Ethan's soccer games
- 1:00 Tombstone Tales
- 6:00 Tombstone Tales and Ward Halloween Party

Sunday
- 9:00 church, which the kids and I skipped, because I was so sore
- 3:00 dinner at Brian's parents'
- 6:00 Erin's Zombie Attack Birthday Party

I threw in Sunday's schedule, because I'm super excited for the zombie party.  Philip even had me decorate two brain cakes.

Okay, so Friday.  Becca and I took Alyssa to ballet, and while we were waiting in the parking lot, Becca dropped my car keys down the hole where our car stereo sat before it was stolen.  I called Brian, and he brought the boys and the extra van key to come get us.  We couldn't reach the keys in the parking lot, but Brian got them out later.

I raced home to get dressed in warm clothes that would fit under my costume, picked up my niece Megan (who was a grim reaper this year) and headed to Tombstone Tales.  I played Sadie Conway this year, who was originally from Texas, so I faked a Southern accent and had fun with it. 

Becca woke up a lot on Friday night, which wasn't fun, and she also woke up at 5:30, then wasn't asleep again by 5:45, so Brian took over while I went to get ready and head out the door.  On a side note, she's being weaned starting tonight, because she's at that point when she doesn't nurse at all during the day, but then she and I can't sleep, because she wants to nurse all night.  This is the week, starting tonight, and I'm sad and excited all at the same time.

I drove forty minutes to Umatilla, met up with Nelsa Sumsion, who came down from Seattle to run, learned about cow bells (they're awesome) and how they're fun to have rung by the people cheering you on, and started the race.  I ran over the dam, under a tunnel, through the pouring rain, over a bridge, and on a tiny little rock path along the Columbia River.

Oh, wait.  I wasn't supposed to run the little rock path (with hills!) along the Columbia River.  That was for the people running the full marathon. I was supposed to turn around just before mile 11 and head (uphill!) to the finish line.  But, I misread the sign and kept going straight.  See, they had a big piece of wood that was painted white with the vinyl numbers "1/2" on the top, then there was a printed piece of paper underneath that which said, "marathon turn around."  I saw the paper, which registered in my head as an important sign, and completely focused on the "marathon turn around" part.  I even hollered to the high school cheer leaders, "I'm running the half.  Do I go straight?"  to which they replied, "Yeah!  Good job!" and then did a cheer that involved saying that I'm cute.

So I kept going.  I ran up a big, rocky hill...kept running...ran down a bit...made a few turns...up another hill...kept running.  Really, I was a little concerned this whole time.  I was in the middle of nowhere, and I knew that I was getting close to thirteen miles.  I kept thinking that around the next bend, there would be a park or something, then they would shuttle us back to the hotel.  It didn't make a whole lot of sense, but it's all I could think of.

I passed the 13.25 mile marker and wondered to myself if I really knew how long a half marathon was.  I kept running until I passed someone on the way back and asked them which trail I was on, the full or the half.  He said, "Full," and I said, "Oh, crap."

This is when I turned around and started walking.  I called Brian to tell him to get my mom to come watch Becca and Marcus so he didn't have to take them out in the rain for the kids' soccer games.  I called my sister to tell her to call the Crehst museum and tell them that I was stranded in the middle of nowehere, and I didn't know if I would make it to the afternoon session of Tombstone Tales.  Then I called Nelsa to tell her not to wait for me at the finish line; I was going to be a while.

I walked and walked, and even though I was still moving, just slowing down made my muscles start to stiffen up, and after a few miles I had to literally tell my legs, out loud, to keep moving.  I made it to the turn around and headed uphill toward the finish line.  They told me I had three miles to go.  After a little while Nelsa and her mom found me and drove me to the hotel, where they let me out so I could run through the finish line.  I was so thankful to have Nelsa and her mom there, and I've decided that I'm never going to a race alone.

Anyway, I was able to hop in the car, soaking wet and stiff, and I made it home with just enough time to shower and get ready for Tombstone Tales.  Brian did a great job of taking care of things while I was gone.  He rented a movie for the kids and him to watch, made bacon wrapped jalepeno chicken stuff and even saved some for me to eat when I came home on my break, and got the kids to bed before I came home that evening.  He even sent some hand warmers with my parents when they came to see me.  Then he had a little hot cocoa station set up for me when I came home.

Well, it's 2:57 and Brian isn't home from church yet.  I guess we'll head to his parents' house without him?  And then on to the zombie party!

And here's some pictures I stole from Nelsa's Facebook page.

This is where Nelsa and her mom saved me from the (about) two miles I had left to walk.

crossing the finish line - finally

wet, cold, and tired


In other news:

Rebecca is a cutie.  These were all taken just before she got her cast off on the 19th.


She's starting to pose for photos.  I guess this is a sumo pose.

This is her I-know-you're-taking-a-picture-of-me smile.
This is what the boys do after each shower.  I put a towel around each of them and tell them to dry off and get dressed.  "But I'm cold!" they say.  They still haven't figured out that if they go get dressed, instead of collapsing to the bathroom floor, they would be warmer.


This is where I stuck Becca while I got ready for church a couple of weeks ago.

Here's the monster cake I made for my mom's birthday.  I asked what she wanted it to look like, and the only request she gave was orange, for Fall.  We went with orange monster.

Marcus fell asleep on Alyssa's floor last week, and used her robe as a blanket.  I didn't know he was in there, and I freaked out when I didn't find him in his bed in the middle of the night while I was up with Becca.

Ethan made Rebecca a third eye and stuck it to her forehead a couple weeks ago.  She wore it for a few hours.

We made it home safely from the zombie apocalypse party.  It was awesome!  I'll post pictures once I get them on the computer.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Casts and Birthdays

You can see the zig zag crack right above the elbow on the left picture.
 So Becca got her splint taken off and a cast put on last Monday, and she get's it off on the nineteenth.  She was a pro at the whole getting a cast put on thing.  When the doctor got the sock thing to put on her arm, all he had to do was take a step toward her, and she stuck her arm out for him to put it on.  She knew exactly what he was going to do!  I nursed her while they wrapped the cast on, which I wish I would have done with the splint, because she screamed when they put the splint on, and hardly even cared when they put the ca,st on.  She has been slowly not nursing as much each day, and I can see her being weaned in the near future, but I'm glad that she was still nursing when her arm broke, because she didn't eat very much real food for about a week after she broke it.

She's gotten quite used to the cast, and it doesn't look like it bothers her at all.  I miss seeing her little birth mark on her left wrist, and I know she's had to get used to doing things with her right hand (she normally uses her left), but overall she's been fine with the whole thing.

We went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner for Brian's birthday, and he discovered that her cast is great for cracking peanut shells.

 She thought it was pretty funny.

 And then she tried to do it herself.


I think Brian had a good birthday.  We went to his parents' house for dinner the night before, then had all of our family over for peanut butter cream pie afterward.  Then, on his birthday, I sent him to work with a batch of cupcakes with his favorite type of frosting (the store bought stuff with the little sprinkle chunks already in the frosting), and then we went to dinner with his parents and brother to celebrate.  I also gave him tickets to the Brian Regon concert tomorrow, and he's going to take me along.  I'm excited!  As you can see from the picture above, he also got an Ethan.  Not everyone get's an Ethan for their birthday!  Ethan came up with the idea over the summer that he was going to wrap himself up as a present for Brian's birthday, and we went with it.  It was fun to see Ethan's excitement, and it was especially fun to see him shuffle across the floor after I wrapped the paper around him.

In other news:

1. General Conference was wonderful.  It may have been my favorite conference ever.  I love the announcement changing the ages for missionaries.  Every woman my age that I've talked to that didn't serve a mission has said, "I would have gone!...but then I wouldn't have met my husband," and I'm in the same boat.  I would have totally gone on a mission if I was able to go earlier.  I'm excited to see what happens in the next little while in the number of missionaries serving around the world.

Conference seemed to fly by this year.  I remember when it used to drag on and on, and I couldn't wait for it to be over, but now it goes by so quickly, and I find myself wishing for more.  It was also so nice to just stay home as a family and relax together, instead of running around the whole day, which we've been doing a lot lately.

2. Alyssa had her first Nutcracker rehearsal last week, and she loved it.  She mentioned a few times that day that she didn't want to do it anymore, probably because she was nervous, but when I went to pick her up, she didn't want to leave.  She has two little girls that she's "in charge of," because they're the baby mice that she fights during the battle scene.

3. I've been preparing to run a half marathon at the end of the month.  I ran 13 miles for my long run last Saturday, and it wasn't too bad.  It helps that I listen to books while I run, because I think keeping my head "in the game" is my greatest struggle with running for long amounts of time.  Lately I've been listening to C.S. Lewis' "Til We Have Faces," and I've really enjoyed it.

I'm also starting to prepare for this year's Tombstone Tales.  This year I'm Sadie Conway, a Kennewick resident that came from Texas back when Kennewick wasn't even Kennewick yet.  I've been working on my Southern accent and have started to memorize my part.  I've also been putting together a costume, because CBC seems to give me the same costume each year, no matter who I play, and I'd like something different this year.