I must write about my weekend. More for me than you as I believe it is worth documenting. None of it really had to do with me at all.
My son had his 9th birthday party this weekend.
It is momentous because it is the beginning of the last year of single digits. My nine-year old is incredibly special. I couldn’t be more proud of him.
A fab running partner of mine won his division in a triathlon today. WON! Not just placed, PR’d, ran well… he freakin’ won!
I officially started training for the Silicon Valley marathon this morning. But what made it good was not that I started training — I only ran 13 miles, which I in fact run all the time — but because Craig, from my running club, is helping me work up a good training plan. And because I ran today with three entertaining people also from the club. It reminded that together is often better.
Speaking of, I got to spend some time last night with two people — also runners — who are getting married next week in Hawaii.
Totally unrelated to running, I read the book, “Are you there Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea.” Forgive me, but f’ing laugh out loud funny. Chelsea Handler is a stand up comic who has her own show on E!. I had never heard of her. But her bits on kick boxing three high school girls, the con artist midget, and the trip with her father to Costa Rica are three of the funniest things I have ever read in my life.
Saving the most significant for last, my husband has recently started his own real estate agency.
As you can see, he is very excited (as are we!). This weekend he made his first house offer under his own umbrella. Momentum is building. Go husband!
And to top it all off, the latest issue of Runner’s World arrived, and it is good.
Hope you had a good weekend too!