What it Shwas Suzi McDonough
I'm Suzi. I live in suburban Mpls/St. Paul, and spend my days working in graphic design and sales. I suddenly find myself caught up in the First Day to 5K, a podcast running program that should have me ready to run a 5K race in October or so. My fridge is filled with organic stuff these days, because I've just started learning about what sorts of dastardly things are done to our food in this country, and it's pretty horrifying. My awesome family includes The First Baseman and a couple of daughters, Rose and Kelly, who are just about grownups. I love the ocean like it's my religion and try to visit it a couple times per year. The girls and I are on a constant quest to change The First Baseman's mind about stuff, like getting a dog and letting me use his name when I blog about him. I see as much theater as I possibly can, and I am the last remaining Minnesota Timberwolves fan. Look for me in section 126.

 

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

5KX4

Sick of hearing about running? Don't read any further, then, because I'm going to tell you that I ran another 5K on Saturday. That makes 4 Saturdays in a row!

I ran the Chaska Turkey Trot, which was special for many reasons. Firstively, Matilda444 ran, as did my brother, The Publisher. Eddie ran that sucker in 24 minutes! That is monster fastness, people. But guess what? He was 122nd! How can it be that 121 people can run a 5K race faster than 24 minutes! Boggles my mind. I came in at 33, which is about what I would have expected, and I can't imagine EVER getting much faster than that.

After the race, we all came back to our house for brunch. My mom met us here, and JohnHenry and Sophie were here because they'd slept over. Both my kids managed to drag themselves out of bed in time to join us, even! The Referee was out refereeing around, though. Very sad. JohnHenry said grace. He thanked God for our food…all except the egg. He thought I was being abusive when I set a parmesan-artichoke egg cup before him.

No race for me next Saturday, as I am hosting a neighborhood brunch. There is one in St. Paul on Sunday, though, and on Thanksgiving morning, too. This running is addictive.

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