February 2nd: Miami Half Marathon

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The alarm went off at 3am and we were out the door by 3:50am as planned.  We had an hour drive, a crazy search for parking and quite a wait to start (25,000 participants meant it took Georgette and I 28 minutes to just cross the STARTING line).

This is my third time participating in the Miami Marathon and Half Marathon Event.  It was the first half marathon I ever ran in 2008 and the first (and only) full marathon I ever ran in 2010.  Now that I’ve run a few races, (this one was my 12th half marathon) I have concluded that I don’t like big events.  Unless you are an elite runner and have qualified to start from one of the front corrals, its just no fun… You spend more time running sideways to get around people than you do forward to pass people.  Even if you just want to participate in the race for fun and not for time, like Georgette and I did at the Disney Princess Half Marathon last year, you’ll get really frustrated with the insane amount of people that will keep you from even hitting your stride.  (Side note:  Disney races are really, really fun but only for those who plan on walking part of it and don’t care about their time.  All of them are very crowded and many of the participants are not actually runners but people who just want to check something off their bucket list while wearing a ridiculous tutu.  I freely admit to having done the Princess Half in a tutu so…. check)

The race today was not as crowded as the Princess Half but, it certainly was nothing like the under 2,000 participant races I’ve been getting used to doing.  Its no excuse for not having made my time goal, though.  I clocked in at 2:10:20 (fooey) but thats ok.  I had fun, spent some quality time with some quality people and got to run through some of my old stomping grounds.

January 16th: Laughter

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I’ve just been cracking up all day about random stuff.  Silly laughs with some co-workers over lunch, random sarcastic comments from others in the hallway, funny things that I read on Facebook or saw on TV at the doctor’s office waiting room this afternoon, conversations with friends and my sister.

When I think about people who have made me laugh the most in my life, I think about my friend Alfredo and my Aunt Georgette.  Alfredo told me that when I left the hospital we used to work at together things weren’t the same.  “Its not as fun being funny if no one is here to laugh about it as willingly as you are.”  On my last day working there, another one of our co-workers jokingly asked if I could please record my laugh before I left.  I guess the hallway outside the office we shared is not half as loud without the sound of me cracking up hysterically from inside.

My Aunt Georgette is the silliest, goofiest, most random person I know.  Her “Spanglish-isms” and hysterical dancing and general craziness has sent me into hysterics since I was a kid… and it doesn’t get old.  Spending time with her is like breathing life back into me and I love her for it.

I guess my point is this: Nothing is better than a good laughing fit and no one is dearer than a friend or family member that can make you laugh ’till you cry.  🙂

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