My mom is of the mindset that every day is a day to be celebrated. We always find something to cheers to when we go out to dinner–no matter what.
So when I finished my second marathon last week, taking 40 minutes off my last one, clearly that called for some celebration. My parents left my apartment shortly after we arrived back here after I finished, so my mom thought we needed a proper celebration.
Bailey also calmed down enough to get near my cousin’s baby without spazzing, which was nice. (Although there’s obviously places he’d rather be. And clothes he’d rather not be in.)
My mom ordered sandwiches.
And had trays of orange chicken (which I attribute to about 47 of the 50 pounds I had to lose) and her ziti.
Baby yogi doing happy baby?
You can’t see her onesie terribly well here, but it says “I’m crawling here — NYC Marathon.” My expo excitement was not limited to just buying things for myself.
No, you cannot steal her. Sorry. I would be very upset that I did not get to steal her first. And her mother would probably be upset, too.
Proud parents. (And a girl who needs a haircut.)
Also, I guess now’s probably the time to break it to you. I actually won the NYC Marathon. I actually ran it in less than half the time it took me to run my first one. I let Firehiwot take all the glory because I wasn’t ready for the attention.
Or, um, my dad is a whiz at PhotoShop.
Hey dad? Guest post on how to remove everyone else from your race photo?