I actually took Friday off from
running as my foot has been bothering me a little bit and figured a day off of
running was ok at this point with past mileage.
I did play some with the kids so that may count for something J
I also worked on some projects and cards to get ready for a few of the little
craft show events coming up I’m hoping to use to help raise a little bit of
money with a portion of things going towards fundraising, so I still ‘did
something’ towards this which is my daily goal.
Saturday we had the 10am game. The usual ref couldn’t make it this week so I
offered to help ref the game before ours, and I didn’t realize what I’d gotten
myself into. I’m a pretty analytical person
so most situations I found myself stuck at figuring out what a good “give and
take” of calls might be. You can’t call
every walk and double dribble or the kids wouldn’t really get the chance to
play back and forth. Sometimes I’d feel
like the kids may have fouled with a reach in of some sort…but yet the kid that
was fouled I’d let walk/double dribble to get there so I was stuck sometimes as
to when to blow the whistle. Apparently
Brock thought it was entertaining because I guess I would call a foul and then
tell the kids I was sorry. When he told
my grandma this story later in the day, she chuckled and said “Refs never told
you they were sorry did they?” I had to laugh and say they might have a couple
times, I remember at Williamstown one
year I had 4 fouls quickly, and dad told me if I fouled out I’d be walking
home. Later on after I was out of high
school I had one of the refs tell me that story and laugh and say they all
honestly figured they’d have to give me a ride home that night.
Our Blue Thunder scored another win
with Saturday’s game and it was exciting that several of the kids scored during
the game so the points were spread out..
We did sneak in a few shot opportunities for our 2 kids that haven’t
scored yet…The play "Chicken" worked pretty well and the ball rolled around the rim about
5 times before it decided to pop back OUT of the basket…so we need to figure
out a new trick there. The other play (Mudpit)
worked well too and our little player caught the ball and even made a few nice
passes during the game, his highlight was he made a basket during warm-ups shooting
the ball the RIGHT way (not a granny shot) and that smile was enough to make
the rest of the day great no matter what.
He said “coach we were feeling it today weren’t we”, so he “knuckled
bumped” with me and kept on going.
After the game on Saturday we picked
up a cake my friend Brie made at The Tasty Cupcakery here in Ripley for Dad’s
little birthday party we had him. She couldn’t
have created and come up with a more fitting cake that touched on all of dad’s
favorites J Even better, it
tasted as good as it looks! We had a fun
day with everyone there and Carter (my nephew) providing some entertainment
with his famous embellished stories and Sophie (my niece) showed off her new jump rope
tricks. I took Saturday technically off
from a long run as this foot and IT band just doesn’t seem to like me right
now. The officiating of the game and the
long walk through the woods adventure with Sophie hopefully count,
the hills on our trail behind the house def count for something! :)
Walking on the trails with Sophie
reminded me so much of high school Cross Country. I grew up on 72 acres (none of which is “farming”
land), and when I was in high school we created our own little cross country
course at our house. On Friday’s we’d
usually come to the house and run through the trails in the woods there and
finish off with “Pitt Night” where we’d roast hot dogs and all the highlights
of a good old cookout. I’ll have to
share more of those stories sometimes as we had lots of laughs and pranks at
those practices, but I couldn’t help but want to run through the woods but
Sophie quickly reminded me “her shoes would get dirty” J
We stayed in Ritchie County Saturday
night and on Sunday morning I went for a run down the back roads behind our
house. I ran for about 40 minutes
between the gravel roads and some softer ground. It was so nice and peaceful that far behind a
main road and running next to a creek didn’t make me think too much I was even
working very hard to actually run. It
made me wonder if Central Park will be this peaceful during the final stretch
of the marathon? J Another highlight of this weekend was a donation my
Grandparents gave me to start the fundraising kick off so I’m excited to just
keep building on it!
Dad and I’s joke this weekend was
when he tries to spell things to me on his ABC chart Sophie made him it tends
to be quit comical. (He can’t speak so the chart helps us communicate with him
sometimes when we can’t understand his words)
I’m a terrible speller…as well as him being a terrible speller so when
we are working together on this project we usually end up just laughing. Several times Brock yelled across the room
what dad was spelling while I was standing there confused. Dad then started to spell something with “I D”… and I cut him off and said dad if this next
sentence is telling me I’m an idiot than you’re in trouble! We started laughing so hard I’m not even sure
we made it through that sentence.
222
days till the marathon J
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| All of Dad's Favorites On One Cake :) |
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| Since Dad LOVED to cut all the grass that consumes our big yard he had a cupcake display for that :) |
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