July: The Month of Social
July has been an absolute whirlwind from the first day. For the holiday weekend, running buddy and husband (the future dentist) came down to visit. This fourth of July weekend was perhaps the best weekend I've had in years, despite the fact that I managed to strain or sprain my ankle playing basketball.
The first evening of running buddy's visit, as we finished dining at our favorite local eatery, husband declared, "I think we need to go buy a basketball hoop."
This declaration was not completely out of thin blue air. Rather, our hoop dreams have been a recurring discussion since the purchase of our home. For many weekends we had put off this inevitable purchase. Therefore, we wandered about Target on a Saturday evening in search of a basketball hoop that could be lowered so that our short husbands could fulfill their dreams of dunking a basketball. The box of the hoop we purchased said many things. One selling point not featured prominently on the box was the crucial "easy to assemble." The result: two hours spent buy the guys putting together the basketball hoop late on Saturday night, before they had to stop. The construction of the hoop was finished later on Sunday. Since this great piece of athletic equipment was constructed, it had to be used. The two short husbands proceeded to dunk. Then we decided to play two-on-two, couple against couple. Our team won the first game. During the course of the second game, driving to the basket, my right ankle rolled over completely, and I fell to the ground in agony. Ankles are not my strong suit. I've sprained both ankles many, many times while running by stepping onto the shoulder of many roads. So, it came as no surprise that I rolled the bejeezus out of my right ankle, playing basketball in half-tied old running shoes. After crawling around on the ground a bit, decided I needed to not be such a wimp. I got up. The game was on. A few plays later, I managed to roll the left ankle. After a few curse words and a limp kick at the basketball, I discovered that the left ankle was not in as bad a shape as the right. My mobility confounded by two bum ankles, team running buddy won the second round (but we still kind of "let them win" so as to not break their spirit).
Ankles aside, husband and I had a great time doing things we never seem to have the time to do. We finally went to the Georgia Aquarium (www.georgiaaquarium.com). This aquarium was truly amazing. I could sit for hours watching the whale sharks and rays. We also visited the Bodies: The Exhibition (www.bodiestheexhibition.com). What made this weekend most special, besides the company of friends, was spending time with my best friend, my husband.
Other social events for July: a baby shower and a running group cookout. The baby shower in sum: Runninchick=woefully underdressed. All of the fine northern and southern ladies were dressed in skirts and cute sandals while runninchick was bedecked in shorts, a t-shirt (but not a race shirt) and an old pair of running shoes. I basically scurried into a corner for my obligatory visit, and scurried away when people began to leave. The group cookout in sum: buns. If you've read the post about the last "par-tay" we had, you know we had buns coming out our buns. We are once again up to our ears in buns and left over hamburgers. The next party we have will be wings and pizza.
As far as running goes, I ran the Peachtree Road Race on July 4 with my bad ankle. The experience was enjoyable, but I was disappointed with my time. Now I'm preparing for the OBX Marathon. I decided to use Hal Higdon's Intermediate II schedule yet again.
The first evening of running buddy's visit, as we finished dining at our favorite local eatery, husband declared, "I think we need to go buy a basketball hoop."
This declaration was not completely out of thin blue air. Rather, our hoop dreams have been a recurring discussion since the purchase of our home. For many weekends we had put off this inevitable purchase. Therefore, we wandered about Target on a Saturday evening in search of a basketball hoop that could be lowered so that our short husbands could fulfill their dreams of dunking a basketball. The box of the hoop we purchased said many things. One selling point not featured prominently on the box was the crucial "easy to assemble." The result: two hours spent buy the guys putting together the basketball hoop late on Saturday night, before they had to stop. The construction of the hoop was finished later on Sunday. Since this great piece of athletic equipment was constructed, it had to be used. The two short husbands proceeded to dunk. Then we decided to play two-on-two, couple against couple. Our team won the first game. During the course of the second game, driving to the basket, my right ankle rolled over completely, and I fell to the ground in agony. Ankles are not my strong suit. I've sprained both ankles many, many times while running by stepping onto the shoulder of many roads. So, it came as no surprise that I rolled the bejeezus out of my right ankle, playing basketball in half-tied old running shoes. After crawling around on the ground a bit, decided I needed to not be such a wimp. I got up. The game was on. A few plays later, I managed to roll the left ankle. After a few curse words and a limp kick at the basketball, I discovered that the left ankle was not in as bad a shape as the right. My mobility confounded by two bum ankles, team running buddy won the second round (but we still kind of "let them win" so as to not break their spirit).
Ankles aside, husband and I had a great time doing things we never seem to have the time to do. We finally went to the Georgia Aquarium (www.georgiaaquarium.com). This aquarium was truly amazing. I could sit for hours watching the whale sharks and rays. We also visited the Bodies: The Exhibition (www.bodiestheexhibition.com). What made this weekend most special, besides the company of friends, was spending time with my best friend, my husband.
Other social events for July: a baby shower and a running group cookout. The baby shower in sum: Runninchick=woefully underdressed. All of the fine northern and southern ladies were dressed in skirts and cute sandals while runninchick was bedecked in shorts, a t-shirt (but not a race shirt) and an old pair of running shoes. I basically scurried into a corner for my obligatory visit, and scurried away when people began to leave. The group cookout in sum: buns. If you've read the post about the last "par-tay" we had, you know we had buns coming out our buns. We are once again up to our ears in buns and left over hamburgers. The next party we have will be wings and pizza.
As far as running goes, I ran the Peachtree Road Race on July 4 with my bad ankle. The experience was enjoyable, but I was disappointed with my time. Now I'm preparing for the OBX Marathon. I decided to use Hal Higdon's Intermediate II schedule yet again.
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