VICTORY!!!

He did it!It was a crazy day. He made his time and then some. His goal was 3:56 and he came in at 3:44. WOW!!!

The day started off rough minus getting up at 4:00 am. A thunderstorm has just started and I had to get Adam and another runner across town to LP Field and then back to the start. We sat in traffic and then chinese fire drilled it. He hopped into the other runner's car and I jumped in the driver's seat of our car and headed to the start. I went to pick up Aunt TT and Elizabeth and then somehow made it in time to see him come down mile 4 and then around 7. We went for coffee and my poor sis and her hubby were still lost. We went to the finish and waited. Jen and her hubby finally caught up and we planted ourselves right at mile marker 26 and waited. We saw some pretty excellent finishes. A man ran probably totally on will alone. He was running and you could only really see the whites of his eyes. Spooky. The usual tear jerker, a father running in with his daughters. Adam finished right where he needed.

His goal like I said in the previous post was Boston. For those of you who don't know, not just anyone can sign up for Boston. You have to have a qualifying time. Only some marathons are certified where a time will count for Boston. Nashville is one as well is Chicago and some more. Adam wanted to make Boston running at Chicago. However, Chicago is already full. YIKES! Now he is looking into doing the Marine Corp marathon in D.C. We shall see. We are proud of our running man.

IronMan

On April 26, 2008, at 7 am, Adam will run in his 3rd marathon. The first 2 he did not train as he should. He never ran further than 14 miles. This training program he was able to do through work and ran a great 21 miler. I am extremely proud of him and the training he has done. He has taken time away from his family and time away from sleeping in Saturday mornings. I am in no way complaining. Half the time he ran when we were having nap time. His long time goal is to qualify for the Boston. He is thinking that he probably won't make the cut here in Nashville but will try for Chicago.

We have a lot going on for him this coming weekend. His family is coming in and we are throwing a pasta party, making t-shirts etc... Totally cheesy but we want him to make his goal too. This blog is really no more than a brag on my hubby. We are off to the races, (no pun intended) from extra cleaning, lots of cooking of noodles and loving on this running man.

The Joy of Laughter

Last summer I taught swim lessons on Tues and Thurs. The season of lessons has started once again. I enjoy teaching the lessons because it is easy and good money. However there are other reasons I enjoy it. I have had the priviledge of watching a 5 year old boy overcome his fear of water and actually learn to swim. I had never started a lesson with someone that green. By the end of last summer he could swim part of a length of the pool. It was a great joy for him to be able to keep up with his older brother.

This season I have 2 little girls that bring joy to me. The first is a 3 almost 4 year old who smiles throughout the whole lesson. Even when she goes under and struggles to reach out for my hand, she smiles. Too bad that when life makes us feel like we are drowning we do not have a smile on our face as we reach out for our Saviour. We wonder why the Saviour was not there to prevent us from drowning or at least to keep us from going under further than we felt comfortable with. Nonetheless, we still smile when we are once again brought up from the bottom.
The second girl is 4 year old girl. Our first lesson was pretty silent except for her sweet voice singing O Channukah, O Channukah. Too bad I don' know those words. The lesson we had today was a very different lesson. She was laughing while letting go little by little of her extremely hard grip on my arms. The joy she was finding of the freedom of letting go. The little girl was yet another example to me in the joy she found of letting go. Do I ever find that freedom? And if I do ,do I laugh with joy or cringe in fear? More than likely letting go and Trusting , I cringe. But I have a teacher who is very capable and loving to help me laugh ,one day ,in that freedom.
A couple weekends ago we decided to get out Elizabeth's golf clubs. Of course they are plastic but her daddy sure had fun trying to teach her.