Yesterday we got up stupid early and got to South Surrey stupid early and then had to wait around for the race to start. On the plus side: the package pickup was inside and so were the post race festivities and the lovely, delicious spread.Po was volunteering at the race as she is a member of the Rotary Club and we bumped into her right as we walked into the building. And then she was the first person giving us directions as we left the track and headed out for the half marathon, and she was the last person I saw as she directed me back onto the track for the final few hundred meters. It was so much fun to see her and to have her be a part of something that has been such a tremendous faction of my life for the past few years.
Amazingly I placed 1st in my age category and was the 5th woman overall. This doesn't mean much except that women are slow in Surrey, and that I am definitely going to seek out runs in smaller communities. Sly grin.
Also, setting up a land line once again. My mom sent me this link about cell phones and, as I was already on the fence about them for various other reasons, I have made the decision to go back to a land line. I still have my cell to use in a pinch or for the odd "where the hell are you?" text, but I have too many misgivings with them health wise and socially, and our society is socially maladjusted as it is these days.
Peace out. I'm going to watch Pineapple Express now.
3 comments:
*evil roar* I used to do that 'seek out smaller communities' thing when I was barrel racing.
The thing that I don't like about cell phones is the way it makes people think they are more important than what they really are. You can be having a conversation with someone and they get a text or call and just drop you like a rock to take the call or text someone. It's like owning a cell phone gives a person the right to be rude. But the thing I don't like about land lines is all the sales people that call, right at dinner time. I am on the phone all day at work, so I don't get on the phone after work... It's my emergency back-up plan, except for when I lock it in my car with my keys.
Too funny, Jomamma.
Yep. I'm cellularless now. Or of a diminished cellular capacity. I tried texting with my cordless phone last night. I think I ended up calling Namibia.
Not near as funny as showing up for a barrel race and finding my paint horse delivered to the arena by my brother, all decorated like a Apache war pony... feathers, hand prints and a circle around her eye.
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