Look, ma! Art!

So now that I don't have to spend every spare second running, I get to have other hobbies. Last night the boys cooked dinner while I made these pieces of jewelry. I must admit it was a bit of a flashback to early high school (not helped by the fact that Ron was blasting the Grateful Dead while he cooked) but it was fun to have a small linear project that I knew how to do that I could finish quickly.

I did it!

My quads hurt, I have chafing in my armpits, and we have lots of coupons for energy bars scattered around the house. Yes, folks, we ran our half-marathon in VA Beach this last weekend. We stayed with a couple friends of DoubleEye's, who impressed me with their athletic and partying abilities. When we weren't running we were listening to has-been bands, drinking a dangeous drink called an Orange Crush, or hanging out with Ten's extended family and eating. What's not to like?
I always find these runs somewhat amusing for a variety of reasons, but I think the funniest part of this one was when I ran past a band and they we're playing a song whose chorus went "Slow down, girl" over and over again. Um, excuse me? At a half marathon? Ten and I finished together at 1:52, despite her lack of training and her ability to drink like a fish both before and immediately after the run. I definitely felt I pushed myself the whole way, which made me slighly dissapointed that I didn't beat my time from a few years ago by more that 1 minute, but I am still happy with how I did. Except the next morning we went surfing and I hit myself in the face with my surfboard, which continues to hurt 4 days later. I am trying to characterize it as Cameron Diaz-esque, despite the fact that it's really just my utimate dorkiness shining through.