Marathon Mum. Marathon Man. Get the joke? Both feature obsessiveness, shady characters from Europe, lots of running, and most notably, torture. This online journal began as I trained for the 2005 London Marathon. I successfully finished the race, but MarathonMum lives on. After all, life as a mother isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.
Monday, September 30, 2013
2013: Week 39
It was a fantastic day. We had cake for breakfast, as is the tradition. The sun shone. The tailgating at Wembley was epic. The pre-game show featured Tinie Tempah. We enjoyed some American fireworks to go with the American over-the-top festivities.
The funniest moment of the day was when the lovely gentleman from Devon seated next to me turned to me and asked, "So, is this your first American football game?" To be fair, he hadn't heard me talk yet, so maybe my American accent would have negated the need to ask that question. I only laughed and said, "Well, I've seen A LOT of American football games. I have no idea how many." (This is just a ballpark figure, but maybe 11,631?)
We also learned the answer to the question that had always troubled us: Could Gene Simmons, he of outrageous makeup of "Kiss" sing the national anthem without his usual getup? Alas, he can. Who knew?
Alas, the Steelers did not win. But it was an amazing day just the same.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
2013: Week 37
This is the only picture I took all week. The reason for the paucity of output is simple: I thought I would be spending Sunday at the Goodwood Revival, where they would be photo ops aplenty.
Alas, I spent Sunday at home with my sick teenager. Motherhood is so glamourous sometimes.
On the plus side, I finally installed the new version of the vsco app for my iPhone. This is the first picture I took with it, and I know I'm in love already. So at least something good happened to redeem my day.
Monday, September 09, 2013
Monday, September 02, 2013
2013: Week 35
Or, in this case, when your son and his best friend want to raise money for their favourite charities, make lemonade. Which is exactly what we did.
I think I got RSI from squeezing several dozen lemons, but it was delicious. The boys also managed to raise £103 on the day, so it was well worth the effort.