The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

The Marathon

I ran the Chicago marathon.  I never thought I would actually run that far, but I did.  I’m going to give you all a very abbreviated version of the experience.

My family came with me to cheer me through it.  I think that was the best part. We took this selfie the day before the race.  I love those humans. We had a lot of fun in Chicago.

IMG_0681The night before the race I took some sharpie markers and wrote names on my arm to help me get through the tough miles.

IMG_0721Carmen is the reason I was running the race.  She put my name in the lottery, so if the race went poorly I would remember who to blame.  But, I also wanted to cheer for her.  I signed up to track her during the race. It was fun to see the messages come through on my phone telling me where she was in the race.

IMG_0727I had my family sign their names so I could remember that I had people who could scoop me up off the pavement and take me home.

IMG_0722This is a list of the amazing running people in my life.  All of them have inspired me through their training and races.  I love talking to them about running and hearing what they are doing.  They are the reason I kept training.
IMG_0730Carmen and I managed to find each other before the race.  We gave each other a hug and then went off to our corrals.  She runs a lot faster than I do, so we don’t run together and that’s why we are still friends.  If I had to run with her I’m pretty sure at mile 24 I would have looked at her and said, “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”IMG_0009_2This is my favorite photo from the race.  I was at mile 19.  My family managed to see me a few times during the race, it was very encouraging.  Ike gave me a sweet hug and Ellen took that photo.  IMG_0030_2My goal was to finish and be able to walk around Chicago with my family.  I finished and I was able to walk, it wasn’t pretty. My knee hated me for a few days, but yes, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Cheerleaders Unite!

What happens when several high school cheerleaders get together 25 years after they graduate?  They try to remember all their cheers of course!

I’m sorry.

This little cheer session happened Saturday night at my house.  The tiny woman in the middle is Carmen, my BFF from high school.  The lady on the end is my sister Rechelle and the guy that you see for just a moment is Eric.

Here’s the short version of a longer post that I should write:  Eric was my next door neighbor, Carmen was my bff, Rechelle is my sister.  We all lived in a neighborhood just on the outskirts of Goodland, Kansas.  We grew up playing in a large pit dug by the highway department and hoping that Eric would invite us over to swim in his pool, which he did, but not nearly enough.  He had the only pool in the neighborhood which forced us to always be nice to him even when he was a giant pain in the ass.. We all had a lot of adventures and tons of fun getting into mischief together.  Carmen, Rechelle, and I had not seen Eric for 22 years.  We decided that was long enough to be pissed about not letting us swim in his pool.

Getting Senior Pictures

This is my sweet, dear friend Kiana giving Ellen some pointers before she started shooting her Senior pictures.  I can’t believe this is her last year of high school.  It’s crazy!

It made such a difference having Kiana take the photos simply because Ellen was at ease with her.  I can’t wait to share some of them with you, they are absolutely fabulous!

I’m not sure where the past 18 years went, but it has been a great journey watching Ellen grow into a young lady.  I hope this year slows down a bit so I can enjoy her a tiny bit longer.