The other night Parker turned to Lena and I, red faced and clutching his throat. I don’t think I need to go into the details as to how that made us feel. But we “freaked”. The good news was he was able to cry and sort of talk so I knew his airway was not completely obstructed. After a moment he seemed fine and we asked him what had happened. We got his confession that he swallowed “some coins”. Fortunately it was a single penny and he added that “it hurt a little after I swallowed it”. That must have been during the whole throat clutching episode.
We took him to the local ER where they took the X-ray. The penny had already moved to his lower intestine so nothing more to worry about really. The tongue…that’s classic Parker.
Jon was all smiles this morning knowing it was his party day. We had a small family only gathering to celebrate Jon turning two. We love you Jon, happy birthday.
The other day I asked my parents who are both retired what they do, besides watching the grandkids from time to time, to make their days interesting. My Dad replied:
“Well, for example, the other day your mother and I went into town and went into a shop.
We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.
We went up to him and I said, ‘Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?’
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Dumb *ss. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.
So your mother called him a sh*t head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket.
This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Just then our bus arrived and we got on it and went home.”
Ok, so the title of this post is taken from an article in the Wall Street Journal. As I am now into the last two weeks before The San Francisco Marathon, I was intrigued to read what race the WSJ found so scary. Turns out the nightmare of a race is The San Francisco Marathon. The marathon that Lena and I will be running in just under two weeks. The marathon that I am hoping to join club 26.2 by running.
The article goes on to talk about how hilly the course is and how it lacks big sponsorship like the Chicago and New York marathons have. It also talks about how some runners tend to shy away from it because they cannot get a PR (personal record/personal best) time on this course. I say “don’t be such a wuss”. I’m the first to admit that I love using technology with regards to running. GPS watch, special hydration formulas, and easily absorbed nutrition have all played a part in my training for the upcoming race. But when I am out there running 15, 18, or 20+ miles at a time, I simply enjoy the run. My pace per mile is more of a “sanity check” for me. If my legs start feeling like they weigh 20 pounds heavier than when I started, it’s usually because I have increased my pace-per-mile. As I mentioned above, this is my first marathon attempt. I’m not really concerned about how long it takes me to cross the finish line..but that I do.
For all those runners out there obsessed with their finish time, don’t you think you can still feel you had an accomplished run by merely completing one of the toughest (and arguably most scenic) urban marathons in North America?
Finished week 6 of my training program this morning. Felt pretty good and pleased with my pace considering I climbed almost as much as I’ll do in The San Francisco Marathon. Big difference is the elevation gain was crammed into 11 miles instead of 26.2. Lena had breakfast waiting when I got back home. Awesome!
As nice as it is running around the lake, it’s getting old. I like it for the elevation training but really need something new to look at.
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