Sunday, October 28, 2007
Troj-ends
What a great weekend. Beautiful weather, trip down to the Eug with the usual suspects, and several hours of the Ducks putting the hurt on the Trojans. Very festive down there, starting with the campus. Love this picture.
The fine people at Rennie's made an art installment on the roof to commemorate the occasion. Great jack-o-lantern work, and use of a toilet.
The tailgate lot was happening before the game, and this guy got himself all prettied up for the occasion.
Game was awesome. Pete Carroll was his typical jackass self. Including calling a timeout at 9 seconds remaining with the Ducks in possession and just needing to run out the clock....only to make the officials clear the field of the fans and players rushing the field. So, ok Pete, we'll clear out, let you have your hissy fit and then finish with the celebration. That ok with you?
The day ended as perfect as it began, walking back slowly over the footbridge in the golden sun. The Ducks aren't over the hump yet. Next week vs ASU is huge, as it should be.
GODUCKS!
The fine people at Rennie's made an art installment on the roof to commemorate the occasion. Great jack-o-lantern work, and use of a toilet.
The tailgate lot was happening before the game, and this guy got himself all prettied up for the occasion.
Game was awesome. Pete Carroll was his typical jackass self. Including calling a timeout at 9 seconds remaining with the Ducks in possession and just needing to run out the clock....only to make the officials clear the field of the fans and players rushing the field. So, ok Pete, we'll clear out, let you have your hissy fit and then finish with the celebration. That ok with you?
The day ended as perfect as it began, walking back slowly over the footbridge in the golden sun. The Ducks aren't over the hump yet. Next week vs ASU is huge, as it should be.
GODUCKS!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
5 years and counting...
Marina is FIVE! Wha happa? We had a full day of Princess-O-Rama today as Marina turned the big half decade. Good times. Started out with special hairdressing and Princess Dress fitting.....
Meanwhile, I worked on another Daddy cake masterpiece...
Then it was friends and chaos. Evan and Marina always love to pose for a picture...
Our Goddaughter Olivia and Marina...seperated at birth?
Fun day. The whole princess bash, complete with catered food and everything (Lori "won" the event in an fundraising auction last year) was a hit with us, and the kids. Sets a high bar now though for Elena, who is looking to even the score this winter for her big 3rd....what have we done. Started a sister birthday arms race already.....
Meanwhile, I worked on another Daddy cake masterpiece...
Then it was friends and chaos. Evan and Marina always love to pose for a picture...
Our Goddaughter Olivia and Marina...seperated at birth?
Fun day. The whole princess bash, complete with catered food and everything (Lori "won" the event in an fundraising auction last year) was a hit with us, and the kids. Sets a high bar now though for Elena, who is looking to even the score this winter for her big 3rd....what have we done. Started a sister birthday arms race already.....
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
26.2....whew....
First off...where have I been on my blog? My bad. Sabbatical ended (sort of) and I got swept up into the lifestream again....not that I don't have good content to put up on the ol' blog though! Alvarez has inspired me to post once again.
That said, I finished my first marathon last weekend here in Portland. I've always wanted to do that...way back from when I was a skinny cross country kid in high school. Well, by 35, mission accomplished. What a trip that was. The training, the avoiding injury in the lead up, the mental preparation...all of it. And to top it off, the virgin marathon experience. No precedents, no preconceived notions, just me, my shoes, my GU, and my determination not to die out there.
It was a beautiful day in Portland (speaking as a Portlander), low 50's, overcast, no rain, little wind, great day to run. 9000 people on the course or so abouts. I got to the start later than I would have liked, and found myself stuck way back in the mob. Behind the 4:15 pace group. I was shooting to hit 3:45, so I knew I was going to be swimming upstream for the whole day.
Bang.
Run, run, run, run, run some more. Weird things happen when you run this long. I've described it as going into a narrower and narrower tunnel. Until it is so narrow, you are simply staring at the pinhole right in front of you and trying to figure out how you are going to get through it to go find a beer, a burrito and a bed. Total concentration and meditation. I see why people get addicted to such a seemingly painful experience.
Anyway, I beat my goal. Crossed the line in 3:40:10, and then thanked my lucky stars that Lori made it downtown with the girls to get me. After 10 minutes cooling down, I started walking pretty funny.
Not sure the girls understood what I was doing (or why I was so stinky, and unable to pick them up), but I was totally ecstatic to have all my ladies with me at the finish.
72 hours later, I am almost free of the pain. And almost ready to run again. To where or to what? I'll have to figure that out. Fun day I'll always remember.
That said, I finished my first marathon last weekend here in Portland. I've always wanted to do that...way back from when I was a skinny cross country kid in high school. Well, by 35, mission accomplished. What a trip that was. The training, the avoiding injury in the lead up, the mental preparation...all of it. And to top it off, the virgin marathon experience. No precedents, no preconceived notions, just me, my shoes, my GU, and my determination not to die out there.
It was a beautiful day in Portland (speaking as a Portlander), low 50's, overcast, no rain, little wind, great day to run. 9000 people on the course or so abouts. I got to the start later than I would have liked, and found myself stuck way back in the mob. Behind the 4:15 pace group. I was shooting to hit 3:45, so I knew I was going to be swimming upstream for the whole day.
Bang.
Run, run, run, run, run some more. Weird things happen when you run this long. I've described it as going into a narrower and narrower tunnel. Until it is so narrow, you are simply staring at the pinhole right in front of you and trying to figure out how you are going to get through it to go find a beer, a burrito and a bed. Total concentration and meditation. I see why people get addicted to such a seemingly painful experience.
Anyway, I beat my goal. Crossed the line in 3:40:10, and then thanked my lucky stars that Lori made it downtown with the girls to get me. After 10 minutes cooling down, I started walking pretty funny.
Not sure the girls understood what I was doing (or why I was so stinky, and unable to pick them up), but I was totally ecstatic to have all my ladies with me at the finish.
72 hours later, I am almost free of the pain. And almost ready to run again. To where or to what? I'll have to figure that out. Fun day I'll always remember.
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