Random Thoughts and Updates, Including: Fishing is stupid, Canoeing is awesome

We ran the BolderBoulder (a 10k or 6.2mile race) on Monday. We were both slower than we wanted to be, but sometimes that's ok. I ran nearly even 5k splits (times for each half of the race)--which is good news for my upcoming triathlon. (Only 4.5 weeks!) Reagan got to hang out with her Grandparents Lamb. The rest of the day consisted of moving furniture--Bill and Debbie's couches, and our new (to us) bedroom furniture. (An aside...I think it's the first time in years...literally, years...that we've both had all our clothes put away IN our drawers! They just didn't all fit before. Now I feel like we're grown-ups.)

I was feeling rather discouraged about my triathlon today. That is, until my extremely supportive husband talked me into going swimming. I hadn't timed my entire swim time yet. So, I decided I would go and swim a 750m (a little less than 1/2 mile) tonight. I had no idea how long it would take, but I figured more than 1/2 hour. To my delight, I was done in just 22 minutes, and I never stopped. I'm excited! I might make it through the whole race after all!!

A couple weekends ago we went fishing. Again. Jim is addicted. Still didn't catch anything. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm cursed. I insisted that if we were going to have to fish that we make things more interesting and rent a canoe. Jim was sweet, and smart not to argue. Needless to say, this is the reason for the second half of the title of tonight's blog. I've decided two things: first, if Jim insists on taking me fishing just to sit and not catch anything, he's going to end up owing me a trip to New York--or better yet, Rome, and second, I'll fish all he wants as long as I have something to sit on the water in. Oh, and a paddle. Reagan's favorite part?? Blowing the safety whistle. Here are pictures from the day.





I'm taking the GRE tomorrow at 2pm. The sooner we all accept that I won't do well on the math portion, the better off we'll all be. Nevertheless, prayers for strokes of genius are much appreciated.

Reagan is not walking yet. She took 4 steps right around her 13 month birthday. But like all other developments in her short life, she seems to be waiting a month after she does it the first time to attempt it again. She simply refuses. A friend of ours said that sounded like someone else he knows, and he also implied that that someone wasn't Jim. Hmmm... Here are some pictures of her standing around from Mother's Day.



Hallelujah, hallelujah! I have survived another school year.