R.E.S.P.E.C.T. Wordless Wednesday 26.2

Taper Island: Art Therapy

it's a paper bag... to breathe into... incase of Taper Island Pre-Marathon Panic.

By the way - I'm thinking of changing the name of my blog to Neurosis of the Stay at Home Marathoner of 3 (Kids)... any thoughts on that?

To THE DOUBTERS

Dear Doubters of the Sports Backers MTT program...  Dude, you people don't even KNOW what you're missing...


This morning we met for a costumed 8 mile fun training run.  

 DeNiece, 3L, T, & g.

we were "road kill runners" and "super safety reflective runners" 

you can't see my blinky lights or my glow sticks, but they're all over me.

The directions included things like, Turn At: n. A small shrub bearing smooth skinned, fleshy edible fruit with a single hard shelled seed. Genus Prunus

As if that wasn’t fun enough, Q stood on the corners telling everyone which way to go... only, of course, he wasn’t exactly telling us accurate directions dressed all black and his very nicest JASON mask looking like a serial killer in running tights.

The directions sent us into and then out of the Hollywood Cemetery ... only, it was sort of up to us which way we used in and out again... we, stupidly, took the hilly route... or wait, are all the routes hilly?

But we were rewarded with this view once we reached the summit.

And then, we trekked back through the city... discussing the rules of running.  Don't break Rule #2, which is, "Don't get run over by a car."  Rule #1 has been previously discussed on this BLOG, and that is "Don't run in just a sports bra & no top unless you are 100% sure you can pull it off".  For the record, Q's pretty sure he can pull it off, but... 

Then Left at the “Spiciest Corner in Richmond” (despite Q’s insistence that we continue straight) and back to the stadium... where we had to chick about 4 guys with only a few feet left, and yea, they TOTALLY could have beat us, but it was still fun to chick them anyway!  


We arrived back at the stadium laughing and breathless... and I don't know if we were breathless because of the awesome pace, or if we were breathless from the laughter and fun.  

Seriously, I don’t know that I have ever laughed so hard on a run in my life!

CONGRATULATIONS RENE!  You've been voted OFF TAPER ISLAND!!!  HAVE A STELLAR RACE!

I need your HELP

First off, before we get into what I need your help with, I would like to say a very sincere Thank You to all those who commented on the Nursing School News.  I am SO super stoked.  I can't even begin to tell you what it feels like to have all my night school, time away from home and kids, messy house & stressed out frizzy hair suddenly VALIDATED.  ~sigh~

HELP!!!  

Here is the outfit I am planning on wearing for the Marathon.  

The thing is, I can't decide which socks to wear... 

and frankly, without the socks, the outfit is just not sexy, true?

So I took a photo of the sock choices so you can view them...  Please leave a Comment and VOTE A (yellow/green), B (Tube Socks w/ stripes), C (Polka Dots), or D - none of these so I can have a true excuse to go shopping at my favorite Sporting Goods store or Chez Target.

And Taper Island is about to lose Rene, and all the NY Marathon Runners.  

Anyone else out there racing this weekend?

For informational purposes, here are the Yellow/Green Stripes in action, you see how from a distance they turn a single color?  

Can't figure out if this is a good thing, or not.  Ironically here I happen to even be wearing a yellow top that's almost the right shade.

JUST A QUICK LITTLE UPDATE ON MY DAY...

Pop the cork people, I got a letter confirming the news-  I GOT IN TO NURSING SCHOOL!!!!

Taper Island: Art Therapy

In class we were assigned a project that sounds so weird.  You take an everyday object, either with meaning or without, and you wrap it in cloth, or string, or, in my case, black duct tape.  I always have black duct tape in my car.  Incase of blister.

yea, I said it.

I chose an old shoe.

It's tied in duct tape, you can't see it's potential or even where it's been, but it's there none the less.  All the goodness and speed of that shoe are simply wrapped under a shell, waiting to be discovered.

Taper Madness claims another soul.  Or, sole.