Here we are at 36 weeks now and the boys are weighing in at
just around five pounds each, giving Amber a grand total of just over ten
pounds of baby in her belly. Needless to say, she is uncomfortable, feet
swollen, babies are kicking her in the ribs and she still has 4 weeks to go.
Our baby monitor, the one with the camera, can be connected up to four cameras
so we bought a second camera (one for each boy) and of course after we had to
test it out. We played with it for an hour or so taking turns talking and
standing in front of the camera. The camera units even play music. We also
strapped in the bases for the car seats in the cars, packed our hospital bags,
and charged the camera, now we wait.

The weekend before my fishing/canoe searching expedition I
ran my second half marathon. The cap city half, same one I ran last year,
finishing at one hour and fifty three minutes one minute slower than last year.
A couple hours after the race I got an email with all my stats one of which being
how many runners passed me versus how many I passed and it was depressing. I
was passed by three hundred runners, but in my defense I started in the elite
runners section… by accident. At the starting line they organize runners into corals,
I was registered to be in “A” coral but instead of getting in “A”, actually
should have been in the back of “A” almost in “B”, instead I lined up in the
elite runners section just in front of “A”. Needless to say I was passed, a
lot, especially at the start people just whizzed by me. It wasn’t until I got my stats that I
realized what happened. Even though I was slower this year, I was still satisfied
that I finished in the top thirty percent of over 7,000 runners that ran the
half. Some 15,000 runners, walker, and a few wheel chair athletes participated
in the days’ events which including a 5k, quarter, and the half marathon. After
the race a bite to eat and a few victory beers, then home to crash on the
couch. It was a good day.
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