Team Awesome's First Semiannual Reunion Weekend

You guys know I'm always training for something.  When I moved to Miami, I decided to sign up for the Miami Marathon.

I was 9 months postpartum, still had 30 pounds of excess baby weight to lose and desperately needed an excuse to make myself exercise.

When I mentioned signing up for the marathon to my awesome running group from Pittsburgh, they decided there was NO better time to visit Miami from Pittsburgh than early February!  It just happened to be below zero degrees in Pittsburgh and nice and balmy in Miami.  I barely had to convince them.

So we all started training together.  Amanda, our VP of navigation, had just finished a half Ironman triathlon and is now training for a full Ironman!  Katelyn, the Beachbody coach and our VP of candy consumption, Diego and I definitely all had some catchup work to do though!

The good news is that it did help kickstart me into reintroducing some of those healthy exercise habits back into my overstuffed life.

The bad news is that for pretty much every minute of my very limited free time, I was running or planning a run.  I didn't quite ramp up my mileage quick enough to do a full marathon, and to be perfectly honest, I think at the bottom of my heart I didn't really want to anyway.  The baby was still keeping me up late at nights, I was getting up at 4am to run into work, I was exhausted.

But I tell you what, I was really looking forward to gathering Team Awesome around me again.

And in addition, my brother-in-law, Santiago, had also been training to run the marathon and he and my sister-in-law Cristina came from Quito to Miami for a week to see us and participate as well!   And my Mom and Dad were also visiting us at the time, which made it even more fun and special.

We had a truly awesome long weekend together.  Santy and Cris arrived Thursday night, just after we returned from San Diego, where I had taken my boards on Wednesday, flown all night to arrive in Miami on Thursday morning just in time to go to work and take out a kidney and a half in a baby with tumors.  Amanda and Katelyn arrived Friday night and Team Awesome was officially reunited!!!

I truly thank them for taking a weekend out of their busy lives to travel such a long distance to spend such a nice weekend with us!  Who else has friends that would travel so far only to run 13 miles???

On Saturday we went to the Expo in the morning after a nice big breakfast.  We got our racing numbers and T-shirts and stocked up on our favorite running snacks.

They had flags from the country of every participant!

Here's a team awesome Miami Marathon Expo photo!  With honorary members Santiago and Cristina.

That night, we rook my Dad out to dinner for his 65th birthday to celebrate.  Kimmy drove down to meet us for dinner.

Opa and the dragon, dressed in his Sunday best outfit to celebrate Opa's 65th birthday

Enjoying a glass of wine before dinner

Happy 65th birthday Dad!!!  Live strong and live long, to see the dragon grow up and flourish!

After a very pleasant dinner, we headed home to crawl into bed, knowing we had an early morning the next day.  The race started at 630am, to try and beat the heat.  That meant we were up at 430, at the train station by 500, headed downtown on the 515 train.  We arrived to the start line around 600am.

Cristina stayed home to watch the dragon.  They both survived!  And it looks like the dragon at least is having a good time ;)

Santiago and Amanda split off to go to their fast people's corral.  Diego, Katelyn and I stuck together in the slowpoke's corral.

Here are some pre-race pics:

Starting the morning out with pre-marathon cereal.

Poor Amanda is always the first one ready and has to wait on us!

Ready to kick some a$$!

Waiting for the crack of dawn train into downtown Miami

The race start line just in front of the American Airlines basketball arena

The race had a graded start, so each corral started at a different time.  We were in one of the last corrals, so we didn't actually start until about 45 minutes after the start gun went off.  By that time, the sun was starting to come up.

The race course was beautiful - a run through paradise itself.  It was HOT and HUMID though, especially towards the end with the sun coming up and shade becoming scarce.  I'm not sure if this is common in February, but it felt like a very warm day for a marathon.  Around mile 10, Diego and I left Katelyn behind as she was slowing down to finish the race at a slower pace.  Around mile 12, Diego said to me, "I feel really good.  I think I am going to do the whole thing."  I said, "Are you crazy?!?!?  I think you are going to regret that decision."  But as we got closer to the split point, which was just before the half marathon ended, he became more resolute.  "I'm doing it."

So he split off and I waved goodbye.  I thought he was going to die of heatstroke....

Luckily, just after I finished the half marathon, and in the nick of time to cool things down for the marathoners, it started to rain, first a sprinkle and then a downpour!  Most people took shelter from the rain.  I looked around for Amanda, who I expected to finish the Half about 30 minutes ahead of me, then I elbowed my way to a prime lookout spot 500 feet from the finish line so I could keep a lookout for Santiago, who I knew would finish the Full soon after us, and now also Diego who I hoped would take his time, finish the Full and just plain not kill himself.

I was thankful for the rain to cool everyone down a little bit, although wet clothes certainly chafe more...

Santiago finished and we cheered, but his head was down powering through to the finish so he didn't see us until he exited the finisher's area.  He had a tough race, with the unexpected heat.  But he finished!!

It was another hour before we finally saw Diego coming around the bend.  In the meantime, I saw a lot of people get their first glimpse of the actual finish line.  There was determination, there was joy, there was pain, there was sheer exhaustion, there was even occasional nonchalance.  There were tears, exclamations, and embraces.  There was even a couple of collapses with the camera-worthy moment where two finishers picked a guy up on either side and carried him across the finish line.   It was a very emotional morning.  My heart was full.  Unfortunately, my cell phone battery was....DEAD.  So the rest of the photos are from the Paparazzo himself.  I was filled with relief when he finally turned the corner!

Last mile!!!  Boy it's hot!

I don't know how his battery made it with 41% left!!!  Mine was dead just after I hit the finish line...

Post race photos:

Team Awesome represents post-race!  Crawling up the stairs to the metro.

Once we got home, we ordered takeout and in a very short time blew through 4 pizzas and something like 50 wings.  Heck we had just burned about 50 million calories between the 5 of us, so whatev.  Plus, this is another thing Team Awesome is VERY good at - eating.  Or talking about what we're gonna eat once we finish running!  Many of us took a nap too... We had to drive them to the airport the next day so that we could all go on with our lives...sigh, sniffle.  

What a great weekend it was all together!!! 

In the past two months since the race, I've been thinking very seriously about races, running, etc.  My body does not get enough exercise because of my work, that's something I know.  Races help challenge me to keep physically fit despite my busy schedule, but then I spend a LOT of my very scarce free time running.  Recently, I have made a choice to spend more time doing yoga, which I feel help with a lot of my physical ailments, the aches and pains I have from standing on my feet for hours craning my neck and eyes to look down at tiny sleeping bodies.  It helps soothe the mental torment, calm the internal storm of working with difficult people, difficult patients, difficult situations.  It helps to center me.  

So does running of course....it's just harder on the joints.  Someday I will find the perfect balance.  

For now though, I find myself without an upcoming race....nothing to train for.  At a bit of a loss.  

I miss Team Awesome.  Our connection is so special and precious, and filled such a huge need in our lives while we were in Pittsburgh.  But now all the members have moved their separate ways.  Amanda is a big bad for-real triathlete!  Katelyn is a super-awesome Beachbody coach and motivator.  And I am considering making running just an occasional thing.  I suppose this is how the universe functions.  People are drawn together unexpectedly to fill each other's needs, then drift apart when the time is right.  I am so fortunate to have Team Awesome as a part of my life, past, present and future, running or not!!!

So, when, where, how is the next semiannual reunion of Team Awesome taking place?  Still TBD...

Keep checking back!  I'll keep you posted.  

Diego's shiny supernails getting ready to blow them all away!!!

Sacred spaces

Caveat - sorry guys, this is another one that's a bit graphic towards the end.  May be tough, especially on the animal lovers.  Read with caution.




Sometimes I feel like my job takes up so much of my time and energy that everyday things just fly by me.  Small moments, momentous occasions, holidays come and go, without decoration or celebration.  If I happen to get the day off, I'm more likely to sleep through it than make merry.

Take Christmas, for instance.  Diego and the baby were already in Ecuador.  We had no scheduled or emergency cases.  I ran into work, rounded in the morning, and was home by 10:30 am.  After several hours of housework, cleaning up the mess left by packing the baby up for Ecuador, I was exhausted.  

I fell into bed and slept for five hours.  When I woke up, I ate some potato chips and read until I fell back to sleep.  Just another day in the life of an overworked, overtired, overstressed working mom who happened to have a week long reprieve from her motherly duties (if not her work duties!)  Not your typical Christmas, for sure.  No reminder of the year coming to a close, no observation of the days growing shorter.  No songs sung or candles lighted.  No reflection upon the memories of the year to be had.  Just one day in a string of many grueling days.

There is no sacred space in my life.  No sacred time.  Especially since the baby was born, there is almost no single moment where someone does not need something from me.  No moment when I'm not "on call," ready to be summoned at any time.  I live on the edge...on the edge of the bed, edge of the chair, edge of the toilet and shower.  I feel like I am always on my tiptoes, ready to spring into action, always looking forward to just do what I need to do for today.  Just get done what I absolutely have to get done, praying desperately that not one single important thing falls through the cracks.

It's a difficult way to live.  I never quite catch up.  Things get left behind, usually my own personal health and wellness attempts...

Anyway, I was not completely looking forward to going to Ecuador over the holidays.  I did not think it would be restful.  I did not think it would be peaceful.  The universe had other plans for me, though.  First of all, my in-laws took the baby into their bedroom and he slept with them each night.  By the end of two weeks that he was there, they were exhausted, but I managed to get some rest at night finally.  And took several daytime naps as well.  Now they appreciate what Diego and I've been through for the past 14 months!!!

Our New Years' plans were made kind of at the last minute, to spend the evening with Diego's aunt and uncle, Nelly and Manolo, with his mom's side of the family.  As the night progressed, we played Bingo, told jokes, sang songs, and had presentations.  Fireworks were booming close by as the locals celebrated the anticipated coming year.

Me and Lia Renee show off our New Years smiles!

In Ecuador, the people build an "Old Year," usually a older, male figure, often some sort of controversial political figure.  The Old Year sits out in front of their houses with a funny sign for the week after Christmas.  On the night of the 31st, Ecuadorians prepare to burn the Old Year.  The young men of Ecuador dress in drag as the Old Year's widow.  In anticipation of his demise, they dance in the streets for money for their keep.  They make some pretty hot mamas!!!

As the night wears on, the count-down begins for the New Year to be born.  Twelve candles are lit, twelve grapes are eaten, the Old Years are thrown into the middle of the street amongst all the nearby neighbors and beaten with sticks.  Champagne is poured into plastic glasses.  FM radios play the countdown into the New Year.  10, 9, 8...The Old Year is soaked in kerosene...7, 6, 5...a torch is lit... 4, 3, 2, 1.  The torch is touched to the Old Year, who immediately goes up in flames and begins to burn with seething heat.  Auld Lang Syne begins to play.  We kiss, we hug, we laugh, and then we watch the New Year become a pile of charcoal.  As the flames begin to ebb, we jump over the fire.

Showing off our Old Year

The Old Year burns

Manolo shoots off fireworks

As I watched the Old Year burn, I could not help but think, "Thank goodness!  Good riddance to 2013!"  And everything before it.

To be perfectly honest, I am desperate to believe that 2014 is our year.

I had thought that 2012 was going to be our year.  But then things happened.  Hard things.  Life things.  Things I'd rather not remember.  But I'm going to talk about them here, today, because I want to close this time and move forward from the trauma of it, if that is possible.

Additionally, by chronicling them, I can accept that not everything that happened was negative.  There were many positive experiences that arose during those two years.  Laying it out helps me remember those and focus on them.

As 2011 came to a close, we continued to get discouraging news about my Great-Aunt Margy, for all practical purposes my grandmother, who had several recent hospital admissions for bad heart failure, and she died in early January 2012.

During this time, I was flying all over the USA interviewing for pediatric surgery fellowships.  So every day I was not traveling I was on call.  I was exhausted, from the traveling I thought.

Then in February we found out we were pregnant.  Not expected when I had already been off birth control for two years with no result, and never unwelcome, but very stressful.

Diego's grandmother Blanca had a massive stroke in March and died a few weeks later of pneumonia.

In April, we attended Margy's memorial service and buried her ashes.  I was 16 weeks pregnant.  I was not ready to let go of Margy, who was such a positive, beautiful, caring, protected soul.  We also buried the ashes of her husband Elvin and my grandmother and grandfather, with whom I never had much of a relationship.  It was a nostalgic event, the end of an era, laying the four of them to rest.  As we spoke with the priest about them, he said "I know it's hard to lose someone you love."  I just replied, "Love is complicated."

In May, we found out that I had matched for fellowship in Miami.  We were excited, but also sad to think of leaving Pittsburgh.  We started realizing that each event would be our last in Pittsburgh and we started saying goodbye.  We also traveled to Ecuador for a baby shower there with Diego's extended family.

In June, just after I began my 5th clinical year of residency, 22 weeks pregnant and 6 days prior to my 34th birthday, Winston coughed up a blood clot.  He was 12 1/2 years old and had been visibly slowing down, but neither Diego nor I had realized just how much.  That night, he collapsed downstairs while getting up to get a drink of water.  Diego spent the rest of the night on the couch beside his bed.  We took him to the vet the next day and a chest x-ray showed massive interstitial pulmonary infiltrates.  The vet couldn't tell us exactly what it was from, but the two most probable choices were disseminated cancer or a bad fungal infection.  Either way, the outlook was very bad.  We took Winston home that day with the plan to say goodbye and bring him back the next day to release him.  In those two days, he disintegrated before our very eyes.  He seemed to exponentially lose weight and hair.  He was so weak.  His body was failing him.

I knew we would do the right thing for him, but I have never done anything so hard in my entire life.  We took him in to the vet the next day after I finished my morning rounds and spent a couple of hours sitting with him on the side porch of our house.

Sitting on the porch

We took the long way there, put the window down, and he tried to stick his head out but was so weak he had trouble keeping his balance on the curves.  I wanted so badly for that ride to last longer.  Diego put Queen's song "Don't Stop Me Now" on through the radio and we tried to make his last moments last longer.

Winston's last joyride

At the vet, I sat with Winston on a soft blanket they had specially for us and held his head in my arms with his body on my lap.  We said goodbye.  They gave him a tranquilizer, and slowly, his head began to droop down until he was limp in my arms.  Still breathing, just fully asleep.  As he lost consciousness, I said to him, "It's time now Winston.  It's time to return to the universe.  We love you.  We will miss you."  Then they gave him the anesthetic.  I could swear I felt his soul leave him seconds later as his heart beat slowed down and then stopped altogether.  A little piece of me went with him.

We grieved for Winston so severely.  I could not believe how much hurt I could feel.  I was on call that weekend.  I went to and from the hospital but I had trouble caring for my patients.  I just did not care about their pain and suffering.  No one at the hospital cared about mine.  "Oh, your dog died?  How sad." No one mentioned time off, there was never any option for me to do anything but my job without complaining.  No sacred time.  No sacred space.

Months later, well after the baby was born, I would still cry myself to sleep after his nighttime feedings.  But, life just kept happening, at an unimaginable rate.  I could either keep up or get trampled by it.

In September, my cousin Hope was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer.  She has pain in the right upper stomach radiating to her back, and went to see her new PCP, just having moved to South Carolina from Pittsburgh, thinking she was having a gallbladder attack.  She was still actively breastfeeding her fourth child.  A gallbladder ultrasound detected a huge mass in her liver.  She had a mass in her breast as well that she had not noticed while breastfeeding.  A bone scan showed spine metastases.  She started on chemotherapy immediately.

I still do not understand how the universe could be so wicked to her and her family.  Of all the people that deserve happiness in this world, she is at the top of the list.  One of the most genuine, heartfelt, caring people I've ever met who had spent the previous 10 years seeking out organic produce and hormone-free milk, buying local, and investing in her community.  Not fair. Just not fair.  Not that breast cancer is ever fair.  But this seemed particularly unjust.

In October, the dragon was born (unleashed?), and the following months were consumed with physical healing from a traumatic birth, difficulty breastfeeding which took months to resolve completely, and a baby who would not sleep for more than 2 hours straight.  I spent the rest of my chief residency in a fog of exhaustion.  I spent more time with my breast pump than actually nursing my baby.  I began to resent my job.  The dragon missed me so much that he would nurse all night long.  Whenever he woke up I would just switch him to the other side.  This set him up for a pattern of sleepless nights that left me desperate, but I knew breastfeeding was the best thing for him, so I kept doing it, one day at a time.

Being a mom infused me with plenty of new reasons to feel guilty.  In all reality, I knew I was doing best.  But I also knew my best was NOT good enough.  Not for my job, not for my baby, not for my husband.  And definitely not for myself.  As 2012 ended, I thought for sure 2013 must be our year.

I continued day after day, struggling just to do what I had to do for that day, neglecting myself and my own health, not to mention my husband.  In the 10 (if I was lucky) hours a day I was not working, I was consumed by nursing, pumping, or just being close to my baby.

In early January of 2013, I found out that a very close friend of mine, a few years younger than me, had been diagnosed with breast cancer.  They had found it in her lymph nodes.  She called me, terrified.  I did my best to help her, guide her through the medical process.  She has done very, very well I'm thankful to say, but in that moment, I knew 2013 was not to be our year either.

It was a difficult year.  I struggled through the final months of my chief residency.  The dragon grew and flourished.  He met or exceeded all his milestones.  He got all of his prescribed vaccines.  He drank every drop of milk I made.  I starting taking supplements.  I pumped as much as I could.  I withered under the stress of becoming a surgeon and feeding a human being.  I could barely recognize myself.  There was no sacred time.  No sacred space.  My entire being was invaded.

We moved to Miami in June, a 2 week escapade requiring us to downsize to a tiny apartment and get rid of two-thirds of our household goods, most of which I was thankful to lose.  Fellowship has been equally as intense as residency.  When the dragon started daycare in September he was sick every week with something new for the first several months.  He was up at night every hour, miserable, unable to breath, and I staggered under the weight of the exhaustion.  I read "The No Cry Sleep Solution."  I was desperate for even 4 straight hours of uninterrupted sleep and I despaired that it would ever happen, or at least not soon enough to keep me from injuring myself or someone else.

In October we celebrated the dragon's first birthday in Ecuador.  I finally stopped pumping in November when the dragon was about 13 months old and he has slowly been weaning ever since.  The nights are getting better.  He still gets up during the night, sometimes often, sometimes less.  But I don't nurse him for nutrition anymore, which has relieved the urgency.  I cherish every time, as I know it may be the last.

So, when I joined Diego and the dragon in Ecuador in December, I had no reserves.  I had nothing left to give.  His family helped me recharge a bit during that week.  Reconnect.  And then we burned the Old Year.  While his widow danced for money in the street.  We watched until the last ember had died out.  And we closed 2013.  May the memory persist only to remind us of how fortunate we are today.  It will take a while to recover from the fallout of the past two years, but we are making strides.  Advancing.  We watched the Old Year burn with so much hope for the New Year.  I would like to thank my Ecuadorian family for allowing me to share their sacred space and time.

Aunt Sanelly and Nelly

2014 is looking more promising.  The dragon continues to grow and flourish.  I am making efforts at taking care of myself and my husband, not just focusing on the baby.  I am running more, doing more yoga, and seeing a counselor.  I am getting more frequent massages and manicures.  I am doing the best I can do, just for today, but trying to make tomorrow better for myself as well.  I've only got so much fuel left before I burn out completely.  I have been running on fumes for so long. I need to top off the tank.

I passed my general surgical oral board exam.  Diego and I took the opportunity to spend a week in San Diego while I studied for the test.  Rafa and Mugen stayed at home with Oma and Opa.  We made some longs runs around San Diego from our hotel.

In front of the USS Midway

In Balboa Park

We were able to talk about what we want from the rest of our life, what are our family goals, what are our family values.  Really define and clarify what is important to us.  How we will make our time and space sacred, what our family rituals will be.  We remembered how much we love each other.

I am trying, desperately, to create a sanctuary, a sacred time and space for myself and my family that my profession cannot invade.

My profession is persistent though.  It does not relax its claws easily.  In the words of Coldplay, "Nobody said this was easy, but it's such a shame that it is so, so hard....."

I'm not going to let it beat me to the ground.  There is more to me, more than just the surgeon, and that more is screaming for recognition, acknowledgement, nourishment.  If I don't tend to the rest of me, I will burn to ashes like the Old Year and there will be nothing left of me for my poor widower.

I'd hate to leave him dressed in drag, dancing for money in the streets....

Running in Parque Metropolitano on New Year's Day

The dragon's first words

The first 34 years of my life passed me by one more quickly than the previous.  Every year, each milestone seemed to pass by with such speed!  I remember how summers used to stretch out LOOOOOoooong before me as a child, during weeks without end when I would ride my bike to the pool in the morning and spend hours at swim practice and afterwards playing in the pool in the hot Alabama sun.  My hair would turn blonde and my skin toasty brown.  They seemed never ending....of course, it never helped me get my summer reading done on time!

Year after year continued passing, college, Ecuador, medical school, then I hit internship and things really ramped up.  It's almost a blur.

Then came the dragon.  And everything seemed to grind to a screeching halt.  This tiny little person demanded ALL of my time, my body, my heart, my emotions.  And maybe other parents can corroborate me on this one, but to me the first year of the baby's life was the LONGEST year of my life so far (Dan?  Amber?  Jim?  Disa?  Back me up on this one).  Every day, you do the same thing again and again, over and over, every two hours.  And for a long time, you don't see a whole bunch of progress....Ok, so he starts to maybe smile every now and then....then he can hold up his head...but that's over MONTHS of time.  Hundreds of diaper changes.  Even more feedings.  Hours of walking around talking, singing, patting back to sleep.  Nights that seem endless.

I remember when the baby crawled for the first time.  He was probably about 7 months old, in Pittsburgh, on our tile kitchen floor.  Although he never actually crawled.  It was always more of like a one-legged scoot.  He was pretty quick about it though, and it got him where he wanted to go for quite a while!

I remember when he clapped his hands for the first time.  We had moved to Miami, probably a month prior; he was about 10 months old.  All of a sudden, one day, he could clap.  And he did.  From one day to the next.  I don't know what switch flipped there, but there it was.  And all I could think was, shoot!  It's about time!!!

He took his first steps while we were in Ecuador celebrating his first birthday.  But between that and actually bona-fide walking was another 6 weeks or so!  I think he could just get places so much faster scooting that it wasn't worth his time to try walking.

So, with a new life on board, the time seems to drag a little bit.  It takes them a long time to get the simple things we really take for granted.  Like standing up out of a chair.  Brushing their hair and teeth.

Of course, while you're living it, it seems like a long time....but today I look back and think, wow!  He's almost a little man now!  Weighing in at 34.5 inches and 27 pounds at his 15 month check-up.

Rafa - 15 months

Maybe you'll remember one of my first blog posts where I talked about the Chinese zodiac in relation to my two dragons.  Winston, our old friend, was a metal dragon, sheer stubbornness clothed in handsome dog-flesh.  You'll recall my little baby dragon was born a water dragon, and I prayed at the time that the water would soften the dragon edges of his personality.

So far, his temperament seems to be a cross between mine and Diego's - he is super charming and social with a winning smile, like his daddy, but he gets frustrated quickly when he can't figure things out or communicate his needs (like me).

I started using sign language with him when he was about 8 months old, but I'm not around him much, so he didn't pick it up right away.  With persistence and help from daddy, he is finally starting to sign to us some of his more basic wants and needs.  Which is helpful, since he still isn't talking that much.  He has learned the signs for milk, more, eat, all done, hurt, doggie and cheese.  And water.

Ever since he was a baby, as soon as we could safely get him wet, we used water to soothe him.  We quickly found he would remain quiet and happy with us in the shower from the time he was about 5 weeks old.  He would lay quietly in our arms and blink as the warm water fell softly over his tiny body.  It was our safe space whenever we just couldn't get him to calm down.  It always worked; it still does.

At 15 months, he talks urgently to us in unintelligible rambling syllables.  The words he can say are mostly in Spanish (considering his primary caretaker is Spanish-speaking, in addition to many of the women in the daycare).  Besides ma-ma-ma and da-da-da, his first intelligible word was agua, the Spanish word for water (he pronouces it AH-buah).

Coincidence?  I think not.

Now he uses agua for pretty much any liquid - the toilet, the sink, the bathtub, the pool, the rain, a glass of win, even the dog's urine!  It's one of his all-purpose words, and he makes the sign for water whenever he says it (three fingers held up in a W shape against the mouth).  Bath time is still one of his favorite times of the day.  I am frantically trying to teach him and myself new signs so that he can express himself more eloquently and avoid frustration.  I suppose every child goes through a similar experience as they can think and experience the outside world much earlier than they can physically talk about it.  Sounds really frustrating.  

I am glad that my little dragon is growing into the person he was meant to be.  I am surprised at how much he is conforming to his astrological destiny!  Or is he simply meeting our expectations?  Is the prophecy fulfilling itself?

In early December, Diego and I ran the West Palm Beach half marathon.  The start line was conveniently located just outside my sister Kimberly's front door!  I've decided I love rolling out of bed and stepping out into a race.  Certainly beats driving to the start line at the crack of dawn, looking for parking while the roads are closing down around you.  

Kimmy watched Rafa for us while we were running, so it was like being on a date!  And apart from a mild diaper mishap (easily remedied), they did great in their first 3 hours together truly alone.  

Oops!  Diaper down!  

While they were waiting for us, Rafa was entranced by the West Palm Beach marina, looking at all the big boats there.  

And he was waiting for us at mile 9, holding....you guessed it!  Water!  

It was a beautiful morning, running in paradise.  Here are some more pictures.  

Ready to run as the sun rises behind us

Start line ahead!  

About to cross the start line.  

A race well run!  The dragon loved the metals.

Post-race libations!  Well deserved.