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Eugene Race Recap?

So, many months ago, my brother discovered that the Eugene Marathon was on his 30th birthday.

(While Baby Brother is most often shown on here I have three brothers, and this is one of my two big brothers)

He decided to sign up for the marathon. And my husband and I decided we might as well sign up for the half. We’d already signed up for Rock ‘n’ Roll Portland so clearly a half three weeks before it was a great choice.

Then my appendix exploded. My surgeon told me I could maybe walk Eugene. But I shouldn’t plan on it.

But I’ve been healing up well and  2 weeks post surgery the doctor cleared me for most physical activity-swimming, elliptical, biking, etc.  And I was doing well (no painkillers, decent energy, walking like a human, no oozing wounds) so running would be ok pretty soon.

I started looking at the course map for Eugene. Which took place was about a week before I was cleared to run. They didn’t allow you to sell your bib or defer so I figured even if I couldn’t finish I’d do some of it. I found easy spots to chop of some miles and figured I’d do somewhere between 6-10 miles of walking. I was trying to be all smart about it-I even made myself leave my Asics at home so I wouldn’t be tempted to run.

On race morning I stood in the back with the walkers. And readied myself for a long long race.

But it turns out I can walk really fast? I was expecting to take 20 minutes per mile, which was why I was going to cut some of it off-walking for over 4 hours seemed excessive. And boring. But mile 1 took me under 14 minutes.

And I realized I didn’t like not running. It was perfect running weather. I felt awesome. And I’m fairly sure the ghost of Steve Prefontaine will haunt you if you enter the track on Hayward Field walking.

So I started running for 60-90 seconds at each mile. Which broke up the monotony but hopefully didn’t give me an incisional hernia (I didn’t feel any pain or I would’ve stopped of course. I’m stubborn but I’m not stupid).

It was a nice course-through some neighborhoods with college kids sitting in their yards cheering (my favorite was the guys with a bullhorn who announced “starting to get slower now” as walkers got near followed up by “don’t mind us, we’re douchebags!”- my husband said when he ran by the guys were drinking and announcing “we never went to bed, so don’t think we got up just for this”) then across the river into a park.

Also, walking a race meant I could text people.

(Judging is wrong. Don’t do it.)

I finished up in 3:04ish, 14:05 pace. PERSONAL WORST! (My husband on the other hand PRed by a good 15 minutes or so)

And then we rehydrated

(2 empty beers, one full water. I prioritize)

and tracked down my brother
Everyone’s a winner!

Only problem?

Know how I’d left my running shoes at home? I was wearing Nike Free TRs. Which are made for working out in, but not running.

And that night my left foot hurt like a mofo.

Went to the doctor and found out I sprained my foot! Gold star for me.


It should be healed just in time for Rock n Roll! I see lots of walk-run combos in my future.

But whatever, I got a medal.


Wedding Weekend, Take 1

Thanks for all the love everyone!  You’re all amazing 🙂

Before we could actually get married, we had to, you know, practice

Some of us were skeptical about the whole affair

Some of us were a little unclear on what our job was

(see how happy he looks with the baskets?  he was quite bummed they weren’t really for him)

Some of us took our jobs VERY seriously

Some of us made this face after having one flower girl reach up her dress while saying “Kalin, let’s go sit down!” And the other one trying to stake their territory by smacking my leg and saying “Me Auntie!  ME Auntie” to anyone who got to close

(That’s a face that says “this is funny.  But I’m glad it’s rehearsa-oh god, she’s taking her shoes off now”)

But we got through all of it

And then it was back to my family’s house for dinner

Some of us hit the bar

There was a time when my parent’s house had a living room.  Now, we have a bar.  That’s a home improvement I can get behind.

We had dinner (salmon + steak.  Heck yes)

And them some of us did work

(Cupcakes made by my oldest brother, and decorated by Baby Brother, with some help from my cousins and Callie)

Some of us sat pretty

And some of us got really really sober

Some of us made good choices

(in Baby Brother’s hand is the boot, a relic from my husband and his friend’s college days.  It’s a cowboy boot shot glass with the University of Oklahoma logo on it.  Full of monarch tequila.  Good choice Baby Brother, good choice. )

And somewhere in there, some of us did this

That friends, is a party pig.  It holds 8.5 liters of beer. Which is about 18 pints.  It is empty now.  Whoops.

So, there was my rehearsal dinner.

(Except for the part where I was woken up at 2 am by my husband and his groomsmen in what Baby Brother swears was a “legitimate sandwich making accident.”

Let’s not talk about that)

So in the spirit of the less than stellar choices involved by some *cough, baby brother, cough* what’s a poor choice you’ve made lately?

I’ll start:  I let the kitten sleep in our bed the other night (she normally doesn’t.)  Cue me getting woken up ALL darn night by my sweet little Takeout wanting to knead me, groom me, and play with me.  Goodness.

watermelon is a diuretic

(or, why you shouldn’t eat half a watermelon before bed)

Well, last night I broke my car.  Which is bad, because it’s broken (also, because the tow truck driver, who kindly gave us a ride home, spent the drive telling us about how bad dead bodies smell.  awesome).   But it’s worse because I’m almost out of watermelon, and walking from the store with one doesn’t sound fun.

not sketchy looking at ALL

not sketchy looking at ALL

So now my car is sitting at this repair shop.  And even though it’s just a broken radiator hose we think (hope) we don’t get it back till at least tomorrow.  Lame.  We have another car.  It’s just not insured, hasn’t been driven on a regular basis in two years, and is still parked on the street where we used to live.  That’s totally legal I’m sure.

So after the fun of the car breaking down (did I mention it was on I-5, at rush hour, when it was 90 degrees?  ’cause that makes it even more fun, obviously), and the appetizing stories of how death smells, we were of course super hungry.

Honestly I think the fiance was a little sad we weren’t getting slurpees for dinner.  But I’d prepped dinner before I went to get him, so real dinner it was.  We had stir fried veggies, brown rice, and grilled teriyaki turkey.  Which was no slurpee, but still pretty tasty.  The turkey was super super cheap Photo 53at Fred Meyer the other day (we’re talking a buck a pound), so we’ll be eating a lot of turkey… I cooked up a pound and a half, and we ate about a third of that.  The rest will be lunches and then dinner on Thursday.  The turkey was hiding in the back of my plate-I haven’t been digging on meat at dinner so much lately.  I think it’s the part where my tummy is too full of 5 pounds of watermelon.

I am now down to a container and a half of watermelon.  Which I think is a bit less than half.  Whoops.  The big lesson (and title for this post) is that watermelon can act as a diuretic.  I’d heard my preggers cousin talk about this the other day, but my body tends to be awesome regardless of what I do, so I wasn’t too worried.  Poor choice.

I don’t know how many times you wake up at night to pee, but I was up FOUR TIMES last night.  I tend to be a little bit dehydrated because I don’t like to drink water (yes, that’s weird.  I drink it at the gym, and if I’m at a BBQ or something where the other choices are Bud Light and Coke I’ll pick water, but otherwise it’s coffee, tea, lemonade, and vita rain), so maybe some people who are properly hydrated pee more than I do, but I’m still pretty sure that four times is not normal.

And now we’re watching the price is right because my fiance is “working” from home.