Patriotic Chapel...Again!

Every year, each grade level is responsible for one "special" chapel at Eastern Christian Elementary School.  This year, the 2nd Grade (Zoe's class) did Thanksgiving Chapel. When Zoe was in Kindergarten, it was Christmas Chapel (holy cow, have I really been blogging that long?) and First Grade was Patriotic Chapel.  Every year, the chapels shuffle up.

This is Ty's first year having a chapel responsibility as a class.  And guess what the Kindergarten was dealt...Patriotic Chapel!  Not to worry, they were much different than Zoe's Memorial Day interpretation last year.  Yesterday was his big day...

Ty was VERY excited, to say the least.  He could barely sleep the night before.

The kids each were dressed to represent an aspect of our culture.  Ty was an American Indian.

Mrs. Johnston (Ty's teacher) and Mrs. Boonstra (the aide)

These brave women did an excellent job...keeping the 20 crazy Kindergartners from poking each other's eyes out with the flags...helping the kids learn and perform.  Ty was nervous, I could tell.  The hands in the pockets was a dead giveaway!

We all were proud of our kids.  Even Zoe said Ty did a good job!

Thank you, Mrs. Johnston!

Eli...The Goof Ball

In the past...I've been told I'm hard on Eli on my blog.  Apparently, I post a lot of pictures of him crying.  I looked back through about a years worth of posts, but couldn't find many.  Still, this weekend I found myself giggling at him a lot so I thought I'd show you why...

First...there's this crazy hat.

He wears it all the time...around the house...and even in his crib.

And anytime I take out the camera...all I hear is "cheeeeeeeeeese!"

But what really kills me is his love for leaf blowers.  This isn't a toy leaf blower.  And if it's EVER brought out...he claims it.  And until that battery dies...there's NO sharing it.

If you listen closely, you can hear Eli's answer when I ask him "Whatcha doin'?"  He says, "Messy..."

13.1 miles is STILL a long way

Apparently, I'm not the fastest learner.  Remember last year when I ran the NJ Half Marathon?  I remember being proud that I finished.  I remember sleeping well that night.  I remember being sore the next day.  I remember saying to Shannon, "Hey...let's do this again next year!"  What I DIDN'T remember was the complete and utter pain of actually running for over 2 hours.

Last year, I didn't feel "ready".  This year, I did.  And technically, I was.  I was in much better shape.  I'd run more consistently.  I'd run with faster times.  I'd lost some weight.  I was ready.  But not for 85 degrees!  What a difference the weather makes.  There were people dropping left and right.  I'd love to know the official tally, but it felt like I saw at least one person down every mile from the 5 mile marker on.  My mom will be the first to tell you that I "don't do well with heat".  I've been know to...how can I say this nicely..."faint with style".  So I started taking the water stations pretty seriously around mile 6 and even walked through a few toward the end to make sure I drank a full cup of water.  When I rounded the corner onto the boardwalk to finish my last 2 miles, I saw a woman stumble and fall into the arms of her running partner.  She went down like a sack of potatoes.  That's when my goal became "just finish".  I really wanted to be able to call my mom and say "I didn't faint.  I finished on my own 2 feet.  I didn't need an ambulance."  Especially since this same weekend last year, the husband of a friend of hers collapsed during a 10k and eventually died a few months later.  And finish, I did!

I think the number I'm most proud of is my finishing percentile.  I was in the 24th percentile!  Sure, my pace was slower than I'd hoped.  And my finish time was slower than last year, but I finished before 75% of the other women.  Before 75% of the women in my age group!

This year, our friend Marisa joined us (and Shannon's husband, Dave, bailed! Wimp!  You better come back next year!)

Cool Shannon, Marisa & Me on Saturday afternoon...all smiles before Race Day

And we stayed right on the boardwalk.  Right at the host hotel.  What a view.  From our balcony, we cheered on Marathon runners the rest of the day too.

We kept the traditional dinner at Rooney's, too.  Who needs pasta when you've got fresh seafood?  Sure, some people would say we'd do better with some carb-loading, but it's just not as tasty as Rooney's!

Marisa's family came down Sunday to cheer us on.  They let us know that they'd be around the 9 mile mark and knowing that, kept me going!  There was NO WAY I was going to be walking when they saw me!  Thanks for making the trip down, guys.  You were such an encouragement.  I can't wait until my gang's old enough to cheer us on.

All-in-all, it was a good experience.  Sure, mile #s 6, 7, and 8, I contemplated just stopping.  Not walking.  Just stopping.  But then I realized, I still had to get back to the hotel somehow.  Any way I cut it, I'd have to walk, run, or crawl...so I might as well keep running. 

I'm so proud of Marisa for finishing her first "Half", too.  I know you're still in denial, but give it a few weeks, you'll agree to run it again.  It's kinda like childbirth.  You forget all about the misery when you start longing for that fuzzy and warm feeling that a baby (or in this case, a strong finish) will give you!

Where's Shannon, you ask?  Well...she ignored us when we said we'd meet her at the finish line...and she went back to the hotel for a shower.

Ready for 2011, girls?  May 1st...Shannon and I are in!  Who's gonna join us????