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Marathon Update....


I did it!!




The Layton Marathon was on October 9, 2010 in Layton, Utah.

On Thursday 10/07/2010, me and the family drove up to Salt Lake City. We stayed at Uncle A's house for the weekend.

Friday we went to go and see S's Grandma and Grandpa Deason. They both looked great. Then we went to dinner with Uncle A and his family at California Pizza Kitchen. YUM.

After dinner S drove me up to Layton to go and pick up my packet which included my shirt and number (786). Then, we drove to H's brother's house where I stayed the night. I did not sleep well that night. I probably slept from 10:00 p.m. till 2:30 a.m. Our alarms were all set for 4:00 a.m. At 4:00 a.m. H, JJ (H's brother), and myself all dressed and prepped for the run ahead.

E (H's husband) drove us to the Ellison Park at 5:00 a.m. where there was a line of school buses waiting to be filled by runners. H, JJ, and myself loaded up onto the front bus. At 5:15 a.m. we were driving out to Antelope Island.

Out on Antelope Island the bus dropped off all the runners at the start. There runners waited in lines in front of a bunch of port-o-potties (conveniently called 1-800-toilets). After potty break, all runners started to gather at the starting line. The race started.

I ran alone and enjoyed the scenery when the sun finally came up on the horizon. I had a great run and enjoyed myself. My official finishing time was 5:47.

The finish was amazing and emotional. There I could see S, J (my son), and my MIL. J ran the last 20 feet with me across the finish line. We both loved that.

I was able to finish before the 6:00 hour cutoff and earned a medal.

H's family gave me a bouquet of beautiful flowers. I loved getting those flowers. So nice.

Our families were there to share in our joy in acheivement.

After all of the training, blisters, pain, tears, etc, I am hooked.

I want to run another marathon.

Jogathon Follies

One of the many joys of J going to school and being a Kindergartner is the great responsibility of participating in fundraising.

One of these fundraising events happens to be the Jogathon. This is where kids can ask people for money to sponser them in a running event. You can donate a flat rate or donate a certain amount of money per lap run.

S and myself only asked family members to donate flat fees. J raised $75.00. Not bad for one

nights worth of phone calling.

S went to the Jogathon to watch the Kindergarten running madness. J ran 9 laps, and from what I am told, one lap in the wrong direction

Way to go J!!! Good Running.

5 kids + 5 adults = Lake Almanor Fun

This Labor Day, the Deason's, Reno's and my mom spent some time at the Lake House at Lake Almanor.

We spent two full days on the beach and riding wave runners. We all had so much fun.

That Which We Call A Rose

Our little girl is now 5 months old. She is an absolute JOY.

In our house, she is called "Sophs".

Her cousin Matthew calls her "Ophie".

Whatever her name, she is beautiful and sweet.

Marathon Dreams

Oh My! I have committed myself to a MARATHON!

I started running about 4 weeks after Sophie was born to help with the excess baby weight that I had gained and retained.

About 12 weeks into running I was able to complete about 4 miles without dying.
Then, a girlfriend from church told me that she wanted to train for a marathon in October and asked if I would like to train with her. I hestitantly agreed.

We started training about 3 weeks ago. We run three days a week with our long runs on Saturdays. This past Saturday we ran 12 miles.

With all of this I am learning so much about the sport and about myself. I have learned about: shoes, clothes, fuel, injuries, icing, pain, exhaustion, joy, and utter triumph.

I am feeling great and am very excited as to what I am able to accomplish.
I never, ever thought that I would be running like this.
I never, ever thought that I would enjoy running like this.
But I am.

I am 33 years old and am not a runner.
I will complete my first marathon on October 9, 2010 in Layton, Ut.

More to come...

When I Grow Up...

Jonathan had his graduation ceremony from pre-school in May 2010. I showed up and all the kids were sitting in chairs at the front of the classroom with a whole lot of parents standing in the back. Jonathan was so excited to see me he would stand up and wave over and over again.

The program began with the kids saluting the flag and reciting the Pledge of Alliegence (think Kindergarten Cop).
Then, the kids all sang a song: Red, White and Blue,
Red, White and Blue,
Our Flag, Our Flag
We Love You.
Rojo, Blanco, Azul,
Rojo, Blanco, Azul,
Mi Bandera, Mi Bandera
Yo se amo.

Finally, the teacher, Miss Sandy, had each kid come up and tell the parents what they wanted to be when they grew up. There were the typical: princess, cowboy, football player, doctor, etc.
Not Jonathan. My son proudly announced to the room that when he grew up he wanted to be a ..........................FLOWER!
What?!? A Flower?
The room broke out in laugher (it was funny). But really? A flower?

The only reason I think he said this was because the day before I had bought some hydrangeas and geraniums to plant in the backyard. Jonathan helped me dig the holes and put the plants in and covered up. He loved helping me plant the flowers. So I think that Jonathan probably meant that he wanted to do something with planting flowers. Who knows.

Deason +1

SOPHIE ELISABETH DEASON

Our newest family member, Sophie Elisabeth Deason, is here. Our daughter was born on Februrary 15, 2010 at 2:49 p.m. She was 6lbs 15ozs and 20.5 inches long.

Her arrival into this world came after 31 hours of labor and was lucky to have been born in a hospital.

Labor started on Sunday 2-14-10. That evening around 11:00p.m., I went to the hospital. There, a nurse, checked my progress and sadly announced that I was dialated to a 1 and that the doctor was releasing me to go home. I was directed to return when my contractions were consistantly 3-5 minutes apart for at least an hour. The nurse gave me 2 shots of Demerol to assist with my getting some rest. The effects the drug totally wore off in no less than 2 hours.

So Monday, the contractions continued. Finally, Steve convinced me that we should go to the hospital (contractions were still not consistant).

We got the hospital around 2:20ish 2:30ish. Our hospital visit was quite the event. Nurses were talking about me in the hallways.

25 minutes after stepping foot into the hospital, Sophie was born after only three pushes.

She's finally here and beautiful. She looks like me with a pug little nose, dark hair, and big dark eyes.

Jonathan was very excited to be a big brother. Jonathan was so sweet when Sophie was born. He picked flowers for both me and his new little sister.


We are absolutely blessed to have this new little girl in our lives.