Nicholas turned 6 a few weeks ago... We had a fun birthday weekend for him. My kids didn't enter this world quietly......each one had their own wild and crazy and rather scary story. Nick was a preemie. He was born ~6 weeks early via emergency c-section. I am certain we had an angel looking down on us the day he was born. It's a long story. Let's just say I never forget how lucky we are to have this healthy little boy running around us each day. We celebrated with friends and family with a Dragon Party. Below is my attempt at a dragon cake. I think I did alright! Even my kids were impressed and little Nick himself admitted he was surprised I did it! (I have failed at a few other attempts in the past.)
Meanwhile...I was training hard. Right now, I can't for the life of me remember any of the workouts. I just know that for 3 weeks my volume and intensity picked up and I loved it. But my legs and body were definately ready for a break. The last big workout before my rest week was a 1:45 run. It was fantastic. It was remarkable really. When I thought about that run the night before, I couldn't imagine how my legs would hold up. How they could possibly get me Up over the hills. Instead, I felt like I was walking on air. My legs were so strong. I had one of the easiest long runs I can remember. I loved it.
Tuesday of last week, my husband said Adios to all of us and hopped in his little Cessna 185 and departed to Florida. We are in Maine. He was flying to Florida...in his little plane. Let's just say I was a little on edge that day. I stayed very busy all day and before I knew it, he was there. He had a tail wind and sunny skies. It took him 3 of 4 legs and he landed by 5:30 p.m. I was relieved and ready to tackle the week.
It was not a quiet week in my house. First up: ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!
I'm curious to know if this was a major holiday in anyone else's house. Yes, we are Irish. But this is not why it was such an event. You see...back in preschool, my kid's teacher had them all construct Leprechaun traps. Somehow, they even caught the little buggers. I think they had little statues. But when the kids went out to play, they ran away. Not sure. I really need to call Shirli (their old teacher) and ask. Because you see, my kids are STILL On a mission (and I mean Mission!) to Catch a leprechaun. We have always dropped food coloring in their milk and pretneded they jumped in. We've made green pancakes. You name it. The Irish mischief makers stteal gold out of their traps, leave glitter footprints around teh house, you name it. But it is Not enough. Especially for Tommy, he vows that next year is the year. He will create the world's best trap and it will Happen next year! Deep sigh...I need to come up with something.
That little game took up a bunch of Wednesday.
This is a splotch of green that was left behind by a leprechaun in one of the kid's traps.
And a note written by Tommy-- he left a gem as a lure.
So much more happened last week. I hurried around and missed my husband day after day. I have a story about some fitness testing and a lactate threshold run test I had done but I think I will write about that tomorrow. Rest week is over now...and I have a swim at 5 a.m. So this post needs to end so I can get ready for bed.
Mark arrived home last night and our family is happily together again. For 3 days.
Now it's My Turn!!! My plane departs from Boston on Wednesday afternoon and I'll fly of to Traning camp in Tuscon, Arizona!! I'm not a big fan of travelling so far alone but I am super excited to arrive there, meet Jen, the other campers and have a fun weekend with my friend Mary.