And so then my husband wore a dickie.

This weekend we hit up Lights in the Heights and had a pre-event dinner at casa de Gibblet.

 

Los Gibblets.

It was a tacky Christmas sweater pre-event. 
My mom was offended when I called to see if I could borrow one of her sweaters. 
Everyone else had their moms clothes on but apparently my mom secretly hides her Christmas sweaters and pretends she doesn't have any has better taste.

 

Check. Out. The denim vest.

My St. Nick headband completed my outfit.

 

A quick trip to The Guild and this is what we came out with.  

We fashioned a women's turtleneck into a dickie for Devin.  

A dickie for Devin!  Sounds like a Christmas children's book!

And a blurry picture.  Good effort to whoever shot this. 

 better.

We piled into cars and headed to the heights for a stroll through the lights and some dancin' to the music.

 Loved this group!

And naturally, Elwood closes the show.

Grandpa Joe, jump out of bed and click your heels!

We got a golden ticket.

We got in.

WE GOT IN!!!

DC and I are running the Houston Marathon on January 30th.  It’s, like, not a big deal except I’ll prolly qualify for the Olympics or something.

Wait, that’s someone else.

My thoughts, in list format, naturally:

1. Thank you, God!  We prayed so much for this.  You are so good to us.

2. I better fix this blister issue…

3.  Holy crap

4.  I get to run a marathon with Kstan!  Well, not with her…more like she can finish and then wait 2+ hours for me to finish

5. This will be one crazy birthday party for DC and me.  Everyone is invited.  Sunday night.  After the race, after we eat, after we nap, after we ice bath.  You are all invited.  Even the strangers.  I love strangers…

6.  Holy crap

7.  More running = more eating.  It’s simple math.

8.  Uh, I just started running last October.  Uh, last October I put “run a 5K, or a 10K or both” on my list.  Who knew.  If I can do it, anyone can.  ANYONE.

9.  What am I going to wear?  How do you ever decide that?  Important things, people.

10.  Team C for life.

Cue that one song from Chariots of Fire.

Today is the day.

Today, D and I register for the Houston Marathon.

Then we cross our fingers and duck tape them that way until August when we find out if we get to run it or not.

It’s a lottery this year.

We want to run it so badly.

If you think about it today, shoot up a prayer for us to get in.  Truth be told, the odds really aren’t that good, so we’ll take all the help we can get.

Then cross your fingers, rub your rabbits foot, and yell “NO WHAMMY!” or whatever you think may help.

I’ll let you know the verdict on August 17th.

WARRIOR DASH

3.5 miles

14 obstacles

mud. clay. more mud. more clay. mud where there shouldn’t be mud. more clay.

We’re hard core.  It’s not a big deal.

Who knew it was so hard to fold a bandana without looking like a nurse maid?

Shout out to J Money for the stealth glasses.  We really needed them for the wind tunnel tornado machine that I was so worried about.  Wait.

Here were some parts of the course.  I had to snag some pics from some friends and the race photographers because like heck I was taking my camera on this run.

 

Do you understand how hard I laugh every time I see RDB hoppin those flames?  She was so nervous about it.  Rightly so. 

 

beast.

and this is how we looked after…

special.

It’s pretty much impossible to look good/skinny/pretty/attractive/decent/nonmanly/not gross after a race like this.

RDB and I beat DC’s friend, Eric, by a landslide.  A 9 minute landslide.  Don’t feel sorry for him though, I’ve promised to train him for next year.

Post race we grabbed some grub and a seat on the lawn

 

Turkey leg = delicious in my mouth.  But really, I just look like a warrior savage.  Which is kinda cool but mostly gross.

The costumes via creepster phone pics…

Hansel?

Hulk

“Run like Betty White”

Best race ever with my best girl.

Turns out we didn’t need goggles…or a pole vaulting pole like I thought

But next year we’re wearing capes.