Sept 23 2006
The Tit team met up at La Llorona park this morning at 7 AM. I'd been up since 2:30 AM but still managed to get there late. I was waiting on Eric who couldn't find his shoe -I ended up leaving without him but he got there a little later. We ride our bikes over because Eric says La Llorona is only 3.5 miles from our house but I think he lies about milage the way that Kris (our running coach) lies about milage. Those two lie lie lie lie lie lie lie. Today, we ran 8 miles. Actually, minimally 8.2 miles. After that, Eric and I went to eat breakfast at The Shed (north on Valley Drive). Horrible name for a breakfast/lunch place but decent food but they have some weird ceiling decorations. Vegetarian safe. I was worried it was going to rain, like it did two weeks ago and we got caught out in it and got entirely drenched but we got lucky today. It was a little nippy tho. I'm like my grandmother, detailing the weather. Total, our bike milage was 14K in addition to the running. Eric is only biking, he's not doing the marathon.
On my team are several people. I'm bad with names. I usually run with Shannon who is 37 but looks like she's 25 (photo above). She is pretty with beautiful skin. Three team mates are young adult siblings. Two girls and a boy. They're cute and all have braces on their teeth but I don't remember any of their names except one is called Betsy. Lynn is my age or older (?) and a head nurse. Lynn is a veteran having done five TiT marathons; she walks them. Another woman (I forget her name just now) -tall and large framed- is a nurse with two small kids; her husband is in Iraq. Nancy is an accountant and I know she has at least one ten year old. Shannon is recently divorced with a 14 year old. I don't know if she likes me or has to put up with me chattering at her the whole way because she can't run fast enough (for long enough) to get away from me. Kris, our coach has three well behaved, helpful children and she also teaches piano. All told, everybody is very nice.
My son is sick. A cold. Atypically, he's been high maintenance. Or rather, he's impatient about being ill and is demanding that I do something about it.
Last weekend, we had to put our little dog to sleep. Here's a picture of Sasha with Eric.
I have to go now. My husband brought movies. I'll finish later.