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I Have Rocks In My Hands!!!

That was my excuse for everything this weekend after my dive into an asphalt pit about 2 miles into my 20 mile run Saturday morning. To say it left a mark would be an understatement. I have rocks in the palms of both of my hands, a banged up knee, a really pretty left butt cheek, and a bruised ego! BUT, I did still have a good 20 mile run and averaged under 11:00 pace for the whole thing. Biff ran the last 13 with Shellie and me and he's a good pace car for us. I was pushing it at the end and felt my quads talking to me, but it was still a good run.

Saturday afternoon Luke and I went to lunch and we were pretty much worthless the rest of the afternoon until Augie picked us up to go to Onion Creek. We had a great time and I enjoyed living a "normal" life for a day or so this weekend. I didn't know what to do with myself Saturday afternoon without any impending workouts or early morning wake up calls.

Sunday I did a quick 3 mile recovery run through River Oaks before heading to lunch with Augie and Shellie. Afterwards Augie and I headed to Spring to stuff packets for the Stephanie Johnson Triathlon. There were close to 20 volunteers there and we got the job done pretty quickly. It was good to see Greg and his kids - they look to be doing awesome. I cannot wait for the race.

Sunday was also spent tracking not Gustav, but my mom and dad in the middle of the Gustav evacuation mess. They had been planning to come over here all along as they had a flight out early this morning to head to New York for a 10 day cruise. However, they called for a mandatory evacuation in Beaumont first thing yesterday morning so they got on the road at 8:30am. It took them over 7 hours to get here - the trip usually takes 1.5 hours. They got a decent taste of what I went through to get to them during Rita, except it took me 13 hours to do the opposite route.

Once they made it in safe and sound, we went to Lupe's for dinner. They hadn't had it before and I told them they had been missing out. Shellie and Augie came along too and we had a great time. We met Luke for a drink at Cova wine bar afterwards, but we were all pretty lame by that point after the festivities Saturday night and during the day Sunday.

I had the joy of waking up at 5:30 take my parents to the airport this morning, so I didn't so much end up sleeping any later than 5:45 any day of this holiday weekend. How sad. I did go back to sleep for an hour or two when I got back from the airport. Luke and I went to breakfast and then I ran a few errands and went back to bed. We all finally shook the lazies and went for a run tonight which wasn't too bad. Certainly bed time now considering real life is going to slap me in the face bright and early in the morning.

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