It's not Thanksgiving! :)

I know I have been neglectful in the blog department, but to be perfectly honest, I feel so behind, that I don't even know where to start. And then I ask myself, "Do I even bother posting Christmas pictures. From both family gatherings. From New Years. From the kids playing in the snow. Do my kids open presents differently than your kids? Are they more excited and surprised than yours? Do they make cooler snow man? Do you really care?"

So, I don't know where I will start, but I do know that I will continue to blog because of my good friend Thomas Dyer that encourages me! In fact, he mentioned that he still checks in on it, only to be let down when he sees the latest post of "Thanksgiving." So this is for you Thomas!

I am only choosing to blog about the 26.2 miles that Sam and I ran 3 months ago because the pictures recently came across my computer. I realize that I have already complained to my faithful readers about the grueling 5 hours spent running, so I will not go through all the intense, horrible, pain-filled details of how we ran a freakin' marathon again. Instead, you can see the proof for yourself. And then I will shut up about the event I did,which I can honestly say was more difficult than...brace yourselves...childbirth!

The picture at the top of the blog is only there, because Blogger is difficult to work with and doesn't let me move it around very easily. I also like that picture of me during the race because of the 133 that they took of me, it is the one where I am actually smiling...not something I did frequently that day. I am also smiling in the picture below because I am crossing the finish line. Unfortunately, the picture has a time clock in the back ground showing an inaccurate finish time. That is how long it took me to cross the finish line from the start of the race. But with 10,000+ people running, I didn't start at the gun. I started about 30 minutes later. And a person that runs a marathon in 5 hours and 10 minutes is disgusted to see their picture with a clock time of 5 hours and 41 minutes. So please, for my sake, disregard the time clock!

And here is Sam at the most scenic part of the race, crossing the St. John's bridge. Notice the rain? Yep, it did that a lot that day, but does it look like it phases Sam? Nope, he's a trooper and not a complainer. I make up for us both. :)