I started running for fun when I was about 15. I started playing varsity sports in grade seven at St. Joseph's and fell in love with all the running we had to do in practice. The summer I went to grade nine I started running along Rennies River Trail, little bits at a time walking and little bits at a time running until I was finally able to run the entire length from The Boulevard to Elizabeth Avenue and back. Summer after summer, year after year my love of running grew and eventually I started running around the lake and back and forth Elizabeth Avenue after work every other night. For as long as I had been running and living in St. John's I never once ran an official race. But every year, I would pour over the newpaper results from the annual Tely 10 race. I always wanted to run the race myself but never did. That kind of stuff was for other people to do. Not me. In my head, my place was always on the sidewalk, never in the race.
But this year, both Derek and I did it! WE DID IT! After all this time, I FINALLY RAN THE TELY 10!
The day started out cool and damp.
We pre-booked the bus from the Confederation Building to the start line in Paradise.
The Tely 10 was my fifth actual race in six years (three of them this year alone) and I still hate the beginning. No matter how much I've prepared I always feel out of place, like I don't belong. Everyone else is stretching and warming up and doing all kinds of silly athletic stuff and I'm usually just standing there, like a fish out of water. It's a weird feeling that I dislike very much.
Not enough to make me not do it, though. You don't get to be 41 and not learn a thing or two about yourself, right?
Either way, we did it and it was all worth it.
Derek did fantastically well.
I did okay but I know I could have done better. Running is just as much a mental game as it is a physical one.
Still waiting for the race to start. I waaaay overdressed.
The starting line up. Derek took this picture from his spot in the start line coral. I was at least this many people behind him and there was at least that many people behind me. It's a pretty big race.
If I hadn't had to stop and use the bathroom I would have finished at least five minutes earlier. But, I finished and I got my medal to prove it.
Finally! We're off on our year-long, hightly anticipated annual return to the motherland. Newfoundland here we come!
This was the first time Danica flew on a plane sitting in her very own (very expensive) seat and she knocked it out of the park. There were moments when she wanted to sit with Derek (not me) but when it was time to sit in her own seat for take off and landing, she was a rock star.
Ingrid and Elodie are such troopers. By now they are veteran air travellers and have become so easy to travel with... now. To be fair, Elodie was never much trouble on the plane.
Getting day one under our belts with a quick visit with Grandma.
That is if you call Subway sandwiches and potato chips fine dining!
Quick! Everybody put a chip on your nose!
It's a Danica sandwich!
My little ham loves ham sandwiches.
Bunny ears for a goofy Danica. They sure do love their little sister.
Side note: Ingrid always calls Danica one of three things: Puffy, Puffball or Cutie. Danica now takes offense to it saying "I not puffy!" "No, Inky! I not cute! I a big girl!!" When Ingrid responds saying "Dan-Dan you're adorable" Dan-Dan nearly loses her mind. It's pretty cute, actually.
Elodie thinks she's a unicorn. A princess unicorn at that!
When he was visiting us in April, my nephew Nicholas drew (and redrew a dozen times) a beautiful picture of a person here on our chalkboard wall. Over the last few months it has taken a beating, been brushed up against and, finally, wiped away. Elodie seized the opportunity to recreate Nicholas' drawing with her own version.
One of my greatest wishes for my daughters is that their father teaches them how to build things and use power tools. I don't want them to be afraid of it or to think that it's something that only boys can and should do. What I wouldn't give to be able to fire up a power saw!
Derek tries hard to please me. He is teaching them well. I wish I had taken a picture of Danica wearing Derek's ear protectors. She spent a lot of time out there with him when he was building most of the deck and every time he would cut a piece of work with his "big saw" he would first but his big ear phones on her. She looked adorable.
This is the first year that our children have to be in daycare/summer camps while Derek and I have to work. I originally registered Elodie for a gymnastics camp where Ingrid would also be going but she had a major melt down over the thought of it and, basically, we knew it just wouldn't work. She is only four after all. Stuck, I had no idea what to do. I had already designated all my vacation leave for other times as had Derek. So I did the only thing I could think that would work... I begged Danica's daycare provider to take Elodie, too. And she saved my life and agreed.
Even though Elodie is familiar with Jen, having seen her almost every day since last October when Danica began daycare, I figured it would be difficult for her nonetheless. This was going to be her very first ever experience in daycare.
About half way through her second week, Jen and I had the following conversation via text:
Jen: Elodie is having full indepth conversations with Wes (4 years old). I don't think I've ever heard her talk so much!
Me: I can only imagine how that might be going! She really likes Ben, too (Wes's brother), which surprises me because she pretty much refuses to talk to any boy who isn't Derek. This is so good for her. And for me to hear it! Thank you!
Jen: They follow her around like she's a goddess. It’s good for her ego.