A field trip to the Nature Center. Listen. I don’t do field trips. I have gone on one with Chris and two with Syd. That’s all I have in me. Turns out I don’t enjoy other people children. So Matt the super hero swooped in and went with Syd on this one. Plus, do you see that snow in the background.. yeah Strike 1, then did you read ‘Nature’ in the where of this field trip – Strike 2, Strike 3, they expect you to go out into both of them. Ha HA. You can find me at home, in bed, under the warm blankets.
Baseball games have begun this month, finally. Not that we don’t value three months of practice, but it is nice to know that there is a reason you attend all the practices. So we now attend 2 games every Saturday and we are still in the throws of baseball practice and speed and agility, which makes me think, I don’t know that I mentioned CHRIS goes to this class, not me. Just clarifying. Also, Molly had a visit with the vet. Because here in our house we value pet health to.
Anytime I go to Colorado I go to a Rockies game. There’s not much better than a baseball game in the summer time at a big league park. We had bought cheap tickets, because I knew this was the game that I would catch a home run ball. Because that’s what I do. But a friend of Matt’s had mentioned he was given some tickets for the game and he wasn’t going to be able to use them, so I could use them I just had to pick them up at will call. Easy. When we got to the game there was what one might call a LONG line coming from the will call window, so I thought it might be more work than I wanted to put in, you know since I already had tickets. I persevered and working with the nice lady at the window and many a phone call back and forth with Matt’s friend I had two shiny tickets in my hand. I say shiny because they actually were shiny. This should have triggered some spot in my brain to say that these tickets could in fact be a little different than my not shiny tickets. The nice lady sent us in the direction of our gate and special handshake to get in. This again should have triggered something, all the special directions and SHINY tickets, but no. So off we went in search of the door after the right turn after home plate. When we found the door there was a super nice gentleman that asked if he could help us so I showed him our shiny tickets and he said we were in the right place and to come on in. There we were offered the ‘special’ team merchandise only available to shiny ticket holders. We passed and boarded the elevator. An elevator. I’ve never ridden an elevator at a baseball game before. The nice gentleman continued talking with us and let us know that we would be going down to the clubhouse restaurant and that we could eat anything that we wanted, all we would have to pay for is any alcohol that we might have wanted, everything else.. FREE. ? What? I’ve never been given free food at a baseball game before (unless you count the Mike and Ike’s or the many a sunflower seed I’ve had thrown at me by toddlers running from their mothers.) He also informed us that he would show us to our seats and if we had any questions to just find him and he would be more than happy to help. Then the doors opened. We followed him to the ‘restaurant’ which wasn’t you know, like Applebee’s or anything, it was well, where the players ate to. So much nicer than anywhere I’ve ever eaten. He walked us out to our seats and I just laughed at him and asked him if was sure because I could see right into the dugout, not from across the field, not from where i was standing and now I had to go away. Just right there to my right was the dugout. He said we could go up to the merchandise store or any of the food places (but why when the food was all free just behind me), he also mentioned that during the game there would be waiters coming in and out so if we needed anything just wave them down and they will bring us anything we wanted.. (one of everything please. Just because). I did ask, if I cross the magic line back to the ‘common’ folk are you sure they’ll let me back down here? He laughed and put a magic bracelet on me and said ‘with this you can do no wrong’. Kidding. It just allowed me to cross the magic line back to baseball fan heaven. Then. Then. He said follow me.. and continued saying the Rockies players had finished up BP so we had missed them but the Dodgers are taking some BP if you’d like to watch and then he opened an even more magical door and there I was ON THE FIELD!
now this may not be very cool to some of you or maybe it’s the ‘norm’ for you, but me, I don’t get to just stand ON THE FIELD of a major league park just any ol’ time. The grass was perfect, the dirt was perfect, and there was Rafael Furcal feet from me swinging the bat JUST LIKE ON TV.
IT WAS AMAZING.
So naturally I started making phone calls to everyone I knew. Do you know where I am? I AM ON THE FIELD. I HAVE DIRT FROM THE FIELD IN MY SHOES. I didn’t even let the poor people talk back I just hung up and called the next person. After I settled’er back down we decided to go get some of that free food. It, of course, was amazing. Then we went up to the Rockies store and purchased shirts because if I was going to be on tv at the game I for sure was going to be wearing a Rockies shirt and I had hopes and dreams of getting something signed for Syd. When we got back to our seats (the magic bracelet totally worked) the game began. I think I watched the dugout more than the actual game. Right there was Helton and Tulo and Cargo. I’d like to think I wasn’t the first neurotic person to ever sit tin that seat, but I’m pretty sure that Tulo was a little freaked out by all the photos I was taking of him. For Syd. I did stop every so often and had the nice waiter bring me lemonade. ice cream. nachos. My sweet dad kept calling me and letting me know I was on tv. so I tried not to eat, because we’ve all seen those people at the games. I was not going to be one of them. Then I found out that during a review of a homerun – a long review – from the angle of the dugout that the camera was on I was the only person you could see. So that was my 6 minutes of fame, the neurotic lady that got shiny tickets to the baseball game. Matt even recorded it to the DVR. proof. nice. The Rockies lost but it was an amazing night. I didn’t want to leave. We had some people take some pictures of us and as we were getting ready to leave Troy Tulowitzki came back out into the dugout grabbed his batting gloves and threw them to the two boys that had been sitting a row in front of us!
(never in my life have I so badly wanted to wrestle a small child to the ground and steal from him)
(and the ending of that story would have been so much cooler had he thrown them to me, right.)
I was able to convince one of the bat boys to give me a game ball, for my daughter. So Syd did get a ball from the game.
Oh, and then I ran the Bolder Boulder.
Megan came with me. It was a blast again. The sun was new, as it has decided not to appear above my house ever. So it was warm, but I’ll take it any day.
Even before the exciting trip to Colorado. We attended some baseball games. Then on the 15th I ran my very first 1/2 Marathon. Remember that one I was supposed to start training for, that I totally did, but for only 6 weeks instead of 12. I’m thinking now that would make a difference. I had a goal of 2 hours. I did not meet that goal. In fact, I was not even close to it. I finished in 2 hours 38 minutes and 4 seconds. I was super disappointed, but I was glad that I finished. It was not a fun race for me. I had some sort of allergy related bronchial thing going on, so I couldn’t breathe real well and my cough sounded like I was sure to lose a lung at some point during the race. About mile 3 I started getting a migraine. My migraines begin with loosing parts in my vision. So for about 3 more miles I couldn’t see very well, once that moved out of my vision the pain started. At one of the water stations they had oranges and bananas available. I’m pretty sure the dirty looks I got were because I was eating more than my share of the fruit, but I didn’t know what else to do. So I raced on. I don’t know if it was the fruit or the energy gels or the gatorade or the constant prayer going through my head, but the pain finally went away. Then I hit ‘the wall’, mile 11. So close but still so far to go. This is where the volunteers really came into play. I really thought up to this point that running was 90% physical 10% mental, but now I really think its the opposite. Those last two miles were run with nothing but mental power. Those nice ladies that would come to me to get me water and pat me on the back and tell me ‘you’re doing it, you’ve come so far don’t quit now, and my favorite- it’s all downhill from here’ (it always is, to those who aren’t running). Somehow I managed to finish. I am so glad that I did. It wasn’t the time that I wanted. But it gave me a time to beat the next year. As hard as this race was, I look back at it now and it’s one of my favorite. I had no one along the course cheering me on, I crossed the finish line in front of strangers and I sat on the grass afterward with no one. But that day I DID IT. Somewhere, somehow I found strength in myself that I didn’t know I had. I fought through pain when I ran Ragnar the previous year (which was now just 4 weeks away) but the mental game of this race was completely different. I’ll always look back and be proud of my 2 hours 38 minutes and 4 seconds.
During my trip to Colorado in May, Chris played in a baseball tournament. I remember that I was sitting at the dinner table when I received a text from Matt’s phone “Chris just got hit in the mouth with a baseball”. Honestly, I read it but didn’t give much thought to it, he’d been hit by a baseball several times and besides I was 500 miles away. So this fell under Matt’s current parental duties.
Then I got home. What the text lacked was the explanation that he’d been pitching when he’d been hit and that the ball had come off the bat right back at him. (He’d almost caught it, but it glanced the top of his glove right into his mouth) So what Chris got hit in the mouth by a ball really meant was, he now had 4 loose bottom front teeth, with one of them uprooted, but ‘look at the cool lace marks on my chin’. What this meant for was, if he couldn’t suck it through a straw, this is how his food had to served ..
The weekend after I got back, we headed up to Idaho for another tournament. Just a couple pictures because why not.
No baseballs to the face. There was one time when Chris hit a in the field home run and when the team went to plate to high five him, someone accidentally high fived him in the mouth. But a couple motrin later in was just fine.
The next weekend Mattt and I ran Ragnar. No Matt does not run. I forced him into this and lesson learned that will not happen again. He did say he had some fun, just not the running part. Here was our van:
here is the whole team (minus Dirk):
and here is Molly sleeping on her duck:
Not much of anything else. More baseball games. Syd started basketball but I have no photographic evidence of this so you’ll just have to trust me. In other words, some sort of sport EVERY NIGHT and twice on saturdays.
That wraps up the first half of 2010.