I turned into a complete cry baby at the marathon. First, I cried when I met my friends before the race. Then, I cried when I went back to the hotel room after the race started. Then I had a ton of fun cheering everyone on with my hot pink “Bay Area Fit Woo Hoo” and “Red Runners Rock” posters at mile 12 and mile 18. Then I went to the finish line, and the tears really started. Holy cow, what an emotional experience! I think I would cry even without the current circumstances. There is just something about seeing all these people, from all walks of life accomplish something that took months and months of hard work and dedication. I cried when a very overweight woman came walking up with the help of a friend. She was crying as she finished her half marathon in just over 5 hours. I cried when the father/son team crossed the line holding hands. I cried when the woman stopped to kiss the marine standing next to me, and he choked up as he told her how proud he was. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. If you’ve never gone to a marathon finish, go. It was inspiring, amazing, and just incredible.

So all in all, it was a fun weekend despite the obvious disappointment. We enjoyed a fantastic meal at Buca Di Bepo in honor of Patrick’s birthday. We took Noel to Chuck E. Cheese for her very first time. We got the boys’ haircuts. We played football in the backyard, watched a lot of football, visited, and just had fun with family.

Here are a few pics from the weekend.

Patrick and Noel at Chuck E. Cheese.

Playing the snow mobile game is very intense! (and this also shows off Connor’s shaggy hair)

Logan’s shaggy hair

Connor post haircut. When ever we spike it like that, he calls it “spooky hair.”

Logan’s snazzy new ‘do.

The birthday boy. what a dirtbag!

The foot of mookery. I couldn’t get a picture that really does the pain justice, but you can see the bruising from my heel to my toes, and my foot looks like it belongs to a pregnant woman.