Do I havta?

It's that time again. Hood To Coast time.

And I am getting ready to head out the door to do my little part in the longest relay race in the world. I'm gonna meet up with the 5 other people that I'll be riding in a van with and cheering on for the next 24-30 hours. (There are actually 12 people on my team but the other six ride in another van...for those that aren't familiar with Hood 2 Coast).

But right now...I am so ready for this to be over. I love Hood to Coast. Ask anyone that knows me. I look forward to the running, the pain, the laughter, the cramped van, the random snippets of uncomfortable sleep, the cheering on of teammates and non teammates, the food, lines at the porta-potty's, the crazy outfits of other teams, the road kills...it's a fabulous time, honest.

But this morning, right now, all I'm thinking about is being done and being home tomorrow night in my bed with my husband. And the fact that I haven't been working out much lately and eating much more than I should be...I'm not in nearly the running shape that I normally am when I do Hood 2 Coast. It makes me a tad bit nervous. It'll be okay though, right? Right? Yeah, I know it will. It'll be great. I'll be sore, but I'll come home with more great memories to add to the old ones, new friends, and maybe even a renewed and refreshed self.

I'll catch ya'll on the flip side. Have a great weekend!

Mary, I don't know you, but I definitely like you.

“There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is having lots to do and not doing it.”

― Mary Wilson Little

Who came up with the idea of "being in a funk" anyway?

I'm in a funk.

It's a little bit scary.

But ya know, sometimes funks are necessary...maybe that's why they are scary...

They are necessary for some folks because they make you stop and think.

and re-evaluate...

remember...

maybe mourn...

definitely slow down...

find or take joy in new things...

maybe find or take joy in old things...

Look...

Listen...

Learn...

Grow.

Move on.

That's where I'm at, where I'm going, & where I want to be. But while this process is taking place I will try to slow down, look around me, take it all in and enjoy life just as it is. Right. Where. I'm at. Right. Now.

Basically, I think I need to figure out, search and find out who this Tabitha Jones is.

There have been a lot of major changes in my life in the last year, wouldn't you agree? And I have a feeling that there are many more to come in the next year...and I don't want them to pass me by without being fully and completely enjoyed and learned from.

That's all I got for now. At least about that. I have lots of pictures from this past weekend that I'll be posting soon. Very soon. But first I had to get that off my chest. Thanks for listening friends. I appreciate it very much.

Two things

1) It is National Ice Cream Pie Day. Honestly? I'd really like to celebrate this one. Just sounds good right now.

2) Found some rad pictures of Scott from the race Friday night and just had to share with my blog friends.

Racing, more racing, and wait...even more racing.

This last weekend was a long one. But a good one. But a long one. Let's see it all in pictures:

Friday night, Scott raced in the Portland Twilight Criterium...and placed 5th! WAY TO GO BABE!!
My dad and I enjoying the beer garden at the event
Melissa, myself, and my crazy pops
I think that's him
A special prize for 5th place

the proud wife

The tired but happy racer

Saturday we got up bright and early, enjoyed a lovely breakfast then headed to Longview to officiate a day of races, called Longview Grand Prix Criterium.

Out of the mess...

comes blueberry and chocolate chip waffles.

the finished product: waffles, mushroom & fennel focacia bread with goat cheese, turkey bacon and blueberries = yum.

Don't ya love the mint green shirts?

all the computer screens that Scott gets to look at all day.

one of my many (read - few) jobs

Sally and Scott during a lull in the racing

Oh my gosh, check out all those bugs. They came out in full force...thank goodness they didn't bite. Just ultra annoying.

Sunday we watched Jeff do his first Triathlon. Talk about intense and highly crazy. But he made it through and we are so proud of him!
Ready to go!

Brothers.

Waiting for Jeff to get the show on the road

I can see him, can't you? They swim for just a little over 1 mile, I think. There are a lot of flailing elbows and feet, ya gotta be careful or you'll come out with a black eye or a broken rib...just from the swim.

Scott making sure the bike is ready


getting one last swig of water before jumping on the bike for the 57 mile ride.

Let's get rid of this ride and move on to the next and final part of this shin-dig, the half marathon length run.

One last stretch

getting the 13.1 miles started...poor guy...

getting a bit to eat along the way

Giving some encouragement and support

And here he comes, the end is in sight!

there he goes across the finish line (his time was 7 hours and 26 minutes, the time you see is from the start of the first swimmers). Not too shabby AT ALL!

a kiss shared between a proud wife to a tired and accomplished husband

all done and refueling

the matching tattoo's...I really do love this picture

Bein goofy in the car after a very long but very eventful and fun weekend.

Check out all the sun we got. Yikes!

And that's all finally all folks!

Yes, people, newbies can be cute

Okay, I do generally think that most babies when they are born are cute...I can be one of those people. I do know, however, that there can be a not so cute baby that comes down the pike now and again too.

This little guy?


FREAKIN' CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!!!




Oh, and I should probably mention that this sweet little angel is Kekoa (his mom is going to kill me for most likely spelling that wrong) and is our newest little nephew. He belongs to Becky (Scott's sister) and her husband Dustin.

I would like to add that my husband apparently has a gift with babies. We aren't sure what it was that he did exactly, but moments after the picture above was taken, that sweet little boy (who hadn't peed since arriving in this world not even 24 hours earlier) finally let out a good warm stream...all the way through his diaper, the onesie, AND the blanket and right onto Scott's shirt. Greatest moment ever. Not gonna lie. Sorry babe, but it's true. (Love you!)

He'd just gotten done telling us all in the room how Dakota (Becky's son, who's 12) never peed on him and that he knows all the tricks to the trade of changing diapers. I guess Kekoa wanted to show Scott that it doesn't always come during diaper changing time...and probably wanted to show Scott who really was going to be boss here, no matter the age. Poor Scott.