Due to Matt’s need for Hart’s ice water as well as some sluggish traffic, we got a late start at the race. 
7 Jones Kat 30 41:17 6:38 6 Womble Laura K 27 41:17 6:38
Due to Matt’s need for Hart’s ice water as well as some sluggish traffic, we got a late start at the race. 
7 Jones Kat 30 41:17 6:38 6 Womble Laura K 27 41:17 6:38




I was cleaning out my personal computer files at work today and came across this very telling, frozen depiction of myself from a couple Decembers ago. It was Christmas morning and the family decided to go for an early morning jog around my parent’s neighborhood. Bossy and big-mouthed as ever, I was demonstrating via a pointed finger and clinched fist exactly what I needed someone – namely my poor father – to do. When I saw this picture, I cringed then laughed out loud and vowed to become a more quiet, submissive woman in the coming year.
B. and I went for a nice 30-minute jog last night, and it felt amazing to move my legs again. I’m excited about running the Azalea Trail in three weeks, toning up for the summer and quickening my pace. B. has committed to be my running coach as long as I provide him with vigorous plyometrics workouts in between runs, and I’m already seeing visions of London 2012. Here we go!
Do you remember 12? Yesterday, the very first day in March, Emme turned 12. She, Elizabeth and I picked up cookie cake slices then treated ourselves to the height of feminine indulgence: PEDICURES. 
The girls were loving the massage chairs so much they had to be pried out to meet the rest of the famdamily at P.F. Changs for Emme's birthday dinner.
I was trying to recall some memories from that last year of childhood, and this is what came to mind:Transition from St. Luke's Episcopal to UMS-Wright Preparatory: Starting junior high in a brand new school where for the first time, we had lockers and switched classes.
Bar Mitzvahs and Bat Mitzvahs: Being introduced to Jewish culture by UMS-Wright's thriving Jewish population.
Boys: Going on my first "date" to see Ed at the movies and being nervous and giddy about my first boyfriend (In hindsight, mom and dad maybe should have force-delayed this by about 20 years).
Dances, The Limited Too, softball games and the sunset of childhood.
Do you have any special 12-year-old memories?