Rock N Roll Half Marathon and Amy's first outfit

Hello from the land of the Rock N Roll Half Marathon. Well, Don likes to play by the rules, and I let his paranoia influence my decision to bail from the race. See they say you can't use a stroller, but for &^%$#@ sake, they say you can't use a portable music device either. So my alarm went off after Don left the house this morning, and I parked on 50th street. With about 14 Virginia Beach blocks per mile, that gave Amy and I almost a 4 mile walk to the end of the race at 5th street. Being a spectator is okay. We got to see the first male and female runners. They are mostly living twigs from Ethiopia. The attire is much different for these twigs too. The females run in bathing suit bottoms! I guess when you are a twig you don't chafe. Well, I wanted to go through the end as a runner would, so I could see Don finish and be with him, instead of being separated into the spectator area. Also, since I paid for the honor, I wanted the complimentary beer, the bananas and the medal for Amy. So, I jumped under the tape and into the course at 24th street. (Just over a mile from the end). Well, I never expected the incredible undeserved attention. I jogged it in at what looked like about a 1:35 ending. I was jogging at my 15 minute mile shuffle with a regular, small wheeled stroller, but it looked like I was a half marathoner who was probably just exhausted. Well Amy must think Mommy is a rock star, because the spectators were shouting, "Awesome Mom". Then when I crossed the finish line, the announcer said, "And we have our first stroller-runner finisher" , "Great job" he announced for the crowds. Then a race official ran after to congratulate me and confirm my name and pace. If I were really in the race, I probably would only have crossed the 6 mile line! Don is the rock star, as he finished in 1:46:10. Just 1:10 over what he said he'd do if it were perfect weather, his neurons were firing perfectly, if the barometer were just right, and if his metabolism were in the right circadian rhythm.

Lastly, here is a picture of the sweet little outfit Amy was dressed in when they handed her to us on Gotcha Day. And this is the current configuration of stuffed animals in her room.

Congratulations to Don, the fastest Daddy Amy knows. Next year, Amy and I are waking up with Don.