Ahh, the irony. I spent several minutes trying to find one of my library books. Eventually I discovered it under the near-constant pile of clutter plaguing our kitchen peninsula. The book? Absolutely Organize Your Family: Simple Solutions to Control Clutter, Schedules & Spaces. Right.

I must say that I semi-rocked the Rock ‘n Roll Marathon (the half) on Saturday. It wasn’t quite as fun as last year (my first time doing that particular race). The hills seemed…mmmm… hillier. There were a couple of great signs this go ‘round. (I always pick a fave or two). Most people stand there with signs with the name of their running loved-one. One dude out-did ‘em all with his sign. “YAY! WAY TO GO, Random Stranger!” As I passed him I yelled, “Hey! That’s me! And I’m gonna win.” He high-fived me and matching my (faux) enthusiasm responded with, “Yeah, ya are! Go stranger!”

The other great sign was: “It’s not sweat. It’s just your fat cells crying.” Ahh, yeee-ahh.

Anywhoo, my goal was to finish under 2 hours. Last year, I finished 13.1 miles in 2hrs.1 min.44 seconds. I’d been trying to visualize a 1:55 finish, that way I’d give myself plenty of cushion. Well, at 1:54 I was still quite a ways from the finish, but I trash-talked my lame-self, remembering that I didn’t train for and wait a whole year to just miss my goal by a few seconds or minutes. I managed to muster a little bit more energy and crossed the finish in 1 hour, 58 minutes, 46 seconds. A 9:04/mile average. By the skin of my teeth!

I’ve decided to take this week off all together from running, though I don’t that I’ll make it, I think I need to up my training…in order to keep up with Kayliana. My Word! The girl is BUSY. Today she pulled herself up to standing for the first time (on her exersaucer, which then nearly collapsed on top of her). She tried to walk around it!! At SEVEN MONTHS OLD. She’s rocking her first (of many, I fear) bruise – a little blackish-blue spot on her forehead where she wacked the corner of the wall. This evening, she got slightly stuck on the bottom shelf of her changing table (which she had climbed up on). Seriously, the baby girl is a monkey-pants!! Oye.