Friday, October 28, 2011

Never again

Even when I signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon, I knew I didn't like big races, but I wanted to experience this race. I'm still excited to run, but a hellish afternoon of getting to and from the expo has solidified my resolve to stick to trail races and local races with race day packet pick up (or a mail option, that could work too).

Initially, I was just going to go myself with Faith, but at the last minute I begged  asked nicely for my husband to come along. Thank goodness he did, because city driving isn't my forte and the fussing kid in the back was a huge distraction. Luckily, my husband has nerves of steel.

It took SIX HOURS round trip to get my packet. The expo itself was fine, it was crowded, but it was well run and organized. I got what I needed and we headed home as soon as possible because it had already taken us longer than we thought to get there and we needed to get home for Faith's bed time and to feed Peanut.

Faith isn't a good traveler. Honestly, she doesn't even like being contained in a booster seat for a meal, let alone a car seat for hours. I had to resort to a drastic measure: Ring Pop.

I get whatever I want when I scream

In retrospect, it wasn't worth it. Sure, she was quiet for like 20 minutes, but it made such a sticky mess of everything.

I'm not going to keep these teeth anyway
On our way home, we hit horrible traffic and ended up having to take a long detour through Amish country to finally get home and poor Faith ended up passing out (it was past her bed time) with occasional moans to let us know she wasn't pleased.

Ok, I'll talk. Just release me from this confinement chair.

Overall, it was a soul sucking afternoon. After that scream-filled drive, running for 4 hours is going to be a breeze!

We did have brief moments of toddler happiness, but they were fleeting. Mostly she's happy if Blake Shelton or Brad Paisley is playing:




On Sunday, Kari is hosting a bake sale for a great charity and I'm contributing some cookies, so make sure to check it out and bid on some great desserts!

16 comments:

  1. Oh no! I'm so sorry. What a pain. You will enjoy the race. It's worth it.

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  2. I think you're right - running the marathon will be the easy part. I think I'd rather listen to a Celine Dion CD than drive that far with a toddler. Now that's saying something.

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  3. Your option was screaming kid or country music? That IS torture!

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  4. Cute video. Tell me what detour you used (but not here - in email). Glad you all survived the ordeal, and glad you had spousal reinforcement. I'm off for a trail 5K - great weather out there right now :)

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  5. 6 hours? Oh, lord! I am laughing at Kari's comment. I think I would rather have a screaming kid than country music. She was cute bopping her head to that song, though.

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  6. 6 hours? Holy cow. Faith looks like she's drunk on Ring Pop in one of those photos. Poor girl, and poo mom!

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  7. I'm with Kari, I'd take a screaming toddler over country every day. Having both of them in the car sounds like hell. And now I am terrified for my trip to get my bib. Ew.

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  8. So how long would the trip have taken without the detour? Crazy. I once drove to New York with a two year old...not sure I would do that again!

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  9. All I can think about is, "I will NEVER give my children a Ring Pop" because that shit is HARD to clean off myself, much less a child with tiny fingers. I commend you.

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  10. 6 hours!! Holy pain in the ass! Being from the DC area, I miss it sometimes but not the traffic! Good luck tomorrow!

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  11. Ha, I love Faith rocking out to country music! Note to self, no Ring Pops outside of the bathtub, though. Sheesh. I hope the race today was worth the suck!

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  12. If I knew your last name, I'd check to see how it went today - hope you had fun!

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  13. Have you considered getting a TV in the back for her?

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  14. I hate forced convention packet-pickups! I love Faith dancing!

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