I'm going to be nice and not include a photo with this one.
The 14.00 socks did the best they could. I had also discovered the power of duct tape as a second skin. Neither of these was enough to protect my already traumatised toes for 26.2 miles. Until two days ago I was pretty sure one of my toes was going to fall off.
I'm kidding. A little.
I'm not sure why distance running gives some people blisters under their toenails, but I am sure that I don't know how to stop it. You can bet that it's super interesting researching it though!
I'm kidding. A lot.
Now I head into pretty painted toenail season with at least one less toenail. I'm not sure how long it will take to come back. Someone suggested modifying a "Lee Press on Nail" for my toes.
They were kidding. I'm considering it.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I'm a runner?
From the information I've gathered from my Runners World Magazine, I have realized I'm not a hardcore runner. Some might even call me (gasp) a jogger.
The magazine has tips every month on speed training, to shave seconds off your races; how to add hex screws to the bottom of your shoes so you can run in snow and ice; and many inspirational articles about the athletes out there who run 100 mile super marathons and 2 day long triathlons.
I saw an add in the magazine for these socks-
-I know they are ugly, and on top of that, they are 14.00 a pair. I'm pretty desperate. I get lovely blisters on the ends of my middle toes when I do long runs. I think these socks will help. I have the Eugene Marathon in one month so I guess I'll soon find out. If they don't work out I have some super cool socks that can be worn with flip flops.
The magazine has tips every month on speed training, to shave seconds off your races; how to add hex screws to the bottom of your shoes so you can run in snow and ice; and many inspirational articles about the athletes out there who run 100 mile super marathons and 2 day long triathlons.
I saw an add in the magazine for these socks-
-I know they are ugly, and on top of that, they are 14.00 a pair. I'm pretty desperate. I get lovely blisters on the ends of my middle toes when I do long runs. I think these socks will help. I have the Eugene Marathon in one month so I guess I'll soon find out. If they don't work out I have some super cool socks that can be worn with flip flops.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sceptically Spectacled
On Thursday Avery's teacher told me that Avery has been squinting in class and that I might want to have her eyes checked. Fortunately dear Mrs. Williams had forgotten that she told me this two months ago, so I didn't seem like a bad mom for not taking her to the doctor already. When she told me the first time it coincided with her best girlfriend getting glasses and seemed a little fishy to me.
When I was Avery's age I wanted a broken leg. I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted glasses.
She seemed fine so I let it go until now. Mrs. Williams might not forget this time and maybe Avery does need glasses.
Yesterday, as we were heading to the doctors I still had my doubts and wondered how I would react if the Doctor said her eyes were fine. I quizzed Avery on a few traffic signs.
"What does that one say?" I asked while the billboard was still pretty far off.
"T-tom, thhhhh...." as we get close I realize she is reading the wrong sign.
"Oh, Tomotherapy- that's a hard word" I say. My eye test is inconclusive.
We didn't have to be at the appointment long to realize that Avery is fairly nearsighted. Even she seemed pretty surprised. I was a little excited to pick out glasses. Avery is practical though. She had a pair picked out in five minutes, and I stifled my desire to have her try on every pair in the store. She looks really cute in them. I don't feel bad for waiting. Part of knowing her so well is knowing that I needed to wait and see if this was real instead of rushing her off to the eye doctor.
It was amazing to be there when she noticed the details in branches on far away trees.
When I was Avery's age I wanted a broken leg. I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted glasses.
She seemed fine so I let it go until now. Mrs. Williams might not forget this time and maybe Avery does need glasses.
Yesterday, as we were heading to the doctors I still had my doubts and wondered how I would react if the Doctor said her eyes were fine. I quizzed Avery on a few traffic signs.
"What does that one say?" I asked while the billboard was still pretty far off.
"T-tom, thhhhh...." as we get close I realize she is reading the wrong sign.
"Oh, Tomotherapy- that's a hard word" I say. My eye test is inconclusive.
We didn't have to be at the appointment long to realize that Avery is fairly nearsighted. Even she seemed pretty surprised. I was a little excited to pick out glasses. Avery is practical though. She had a pair picked out in five minutes, and I stifled my desire to have her try on every pair in the store. She looks really cute in them. I don't feel bad for waiting. Part of knowing her so well is knowing that I needed to wait and see if this was real instead of rushing her off to the eye doctor.
It was amazing to be there when she noticed the details in branches on far away trees.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Irelin...
Her own woman. Baby of the family, trying to rule the world. Intense focus, genuine concern. Tender towards all creatures, except ants.
Kaevin...
Logical little man, trying to figure out what makes everyone and everything tick. Slap stick humor. Short fuse, sincere apologies. Observant, complimentary, loyal. Such an affectionate boy. Enviable hand eye coordination. Visible personality.
Avery...
Mind like a trap, my go-to girl. To caught up in the next big project to pick up her socks. Love of all cute animals, stuffed or real. Teacher and caretaker to her siblings; tying shoes, zipping zippers, finder of the lost anything, bandaging the boo-boos. Agressive, fearless.
Quade...
Big brother extraordinaire. Hovering guardian, cautious, but willing to try new things. Eager to learn. Non-stop energy, competitive, bottomless pit. Wonderful memory. Entertaining wit that still catches me off guard. How are you so old already?
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