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Marathon (Wo)Man
May. 18th, 2011 09:16 amThe weekend of Tery's first marathon didn't go quite as smoothly as I had hoped. The first thing that went wrong was picking up my sister and brother-in-law from the airport. The itinerary had stated 11:20 as the arrival time. As we pulled out of the driveway at 10:30, we got Amy's text "Just landed, we're at the back of the plane." Almost a full hour early? That must have been the mother of all tailwinds.
When we met them, I quipped that the weekend was already "an unmitigated disaster," at that moment jinxing us all.
Not only did the weather miss the memo that my sister was in town and I wanted everything to be perfect for her, but on day two Tery and I both discovered our cars had been broken into, insurance papers and other glove compartment contents strewn on the floor. Luckily, (if you want to think of it that way) we had both left our doors unlocked, so we were at least spared the cost of replacing our windows. On the other hand, we might have not been victimized at all had we locked them since the perp was clearly looking for a quick, no-mess in-and-out.
My iPod is currently missing; I'm still searching, though not hopeful. The fact isn't lost on me that this was literally the only time I'd left it in the car since my last iPod was stolen, also literally the first night I left it in the car. If it doesn't turn up, I'm quickly falling in love with the idea of using my phone as one ("Finally!" said![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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My night on the air mattress didn't go so well; the damn thing had a slow leak and I woke up at 4 am flat on the floor with the mattress billowing up on either side of me. I snuck down to the couch where I spent an equally restless few hours trying to convince myself I was comfortable with my feet hanging over the edge and no elbow room.
But no part of the visit was more disastrous than the marathon itself. Don't believe me? Oh, read on, my friends. ( ::Read on:: )
So, not the optimal experience for a first marathon. But Tery is choosing to take it as a learning experience, and is more determined than ever to finish one now. My sister's first order of business when returning home was to search for 5k races in Connecticut they could do when Tery goes back next month. I love my sister.
The weekend wasn't all bad. I discovered Subway's yummy Orchard Chicken Salad sandwich (fully aware it's only seasonal so I'm not heartbroken later). Amy and I rocked out the Wii and generally had an awesome time (if too short). ANDANDANDAND....Banksy finally arrived!
If I look slightly crazed, it's because it took Tery about two minutes to work out how to use my phone camera app. The one with the big enormous shutter button on the screen
Evil sister looks evil
How I choose to remember Tery
My family
When we met them, I quipped that the weekend was already "an unmitigated disaster," at that moment jinxing us all.
Not only did the weather miss the memo that my sister was in town and I wanted everything to be perfect for her, but on day two Tery and I both discovered our cars had been broken into, insurance papers and other glove compartment contents strewn on the floor. Luckily, (if you want to think of it that way) we had both left our doors unlocked, so we were at least spared the cost of replacing our windows. On the other hand, we might have not been victimized at all had we locked them since the perp was clearly looking for a quick, no-mess in-and-out.
My iPod is currently missing; I'm still searching, though not hopeful. The fact isn't lost on me that this was literally the only time I'd left it in the car since my last iPod was stolen, also literally the first night I left it in the car. If it doesn't turn up, I'm quickly falling in love with the idea of using my phone as one ("Finally!" said
kavieshana and millions of iPhone users everywhere)My night on the air mattress didn't go so well; the damn thing had a slow leak and I woke up at 4 am flat on the floor with the mattress billowing up on either side of me. I snuck down to the couch where I spent an equally restless few hours trying to convince myself I was comfortable with my feet hanging over the edge and no elbow room.
But no part of the visit was more disastrous than the marathon itself. Don't believe me? Oh, read on, my friends. ( ::Read on:: )
So, not the optimal experience for a first marathon. But Tery is choosing to take it as a learning experience, and is more determined than ever to finish one now. My sister's first order of business when returning home was to search for 5k races in Connecticut they could do when Tery goes back next month. I love my sister.
The weekend wasn't all bad. I discovered Subway's yummy Orchard Chicken Salad sandwich (fully aware it's only seasonal so I'm not heartbroken later). Amy and I rocked out the Wii and generally had an awesome time (if too short). ANDANDANDAND....Banksy finally arrived!
If I look slightly crazed, it's because it took Tery about two minutes to work out how to use my phone camera app. The one with the big enormous shutter button on the screen
Evil sister looks evil
How I choose to remember Tery
My family
