My first 2-mile...

Good evening fellow bloggers!  Hope you all had a great weekend!  It was Milk Days down in Harvard, so my kiddos and I spent the weekend vegging out on carnival food, watching the parade, and hanging with family.  Good times, good times...
On the way down to IL, I almost hit a boat on the Interstate.  Yes, you read correctly, a boat...on the Interstate.  Why you ask?  Well, what happened was this:  we are cruising along singing with the tunes on the radio, when I see what I thought was a small car coming from the opposite direction across the grass.  So I did what every sane person would do and wondered what the heck the person driving that "vehicle" was thinking, when I realized that it wasn't a car, but in fact a boat.  A red and white striped boat on its trailer coasting in the grass, directly towards where my van was headed.  I slammed on my brakes, narrowly avoiding colliding with the rogue watercraft, and the vehicle in the lane beside me (which happened to be a silver late model truck) smashed into it, decimating the boat and sending trailer parts into the air.  It was mad crazy!  Woke up the babies!  So I called 911 and reported what happened, asked K and K if they were okay, and made sure I kept my eyes open for runaway boats for the rest of the trip.
Saturday was my first 2-mile.  That was so much fun!  I got there at 6:45 to register, then waited till 8 am for the race to start.  My mom came with K and K and MacKenzie, which was a nice surprise.  I liked having someone there to cheer me on.  It made me feel good about myself.  Saturday was a hot day.  My temp thingy in my van read 83 degrees at 6:30.  The race started and ended at Jefferson School.  They also had a 10k, but I think I'll do that next year.  This being my first real race, I didn't want to overdo it.  I got to keep my bib from the race, and I got a printout of my stats.  My overall place was 129th, my place according to sex was 62nd, and according to my age group I came in 10th.  Total time was 26:32.  I'm super happy with that time!  To some people, that may not sound like anything spectacular, but this is where I came from: I quit smoking just over 7 months ago, I had a baby 9 months ago, I was hospitalized 6 months ago, and I have NEVER been able to run distances, even before I started smoking.  So yeah, I'm really happy with how I did because I gave it my best, and I had a blast doing it.  I think I may have found my new habit.  There are a couple of 5ks that I would really like to do this summer as well, and this 2-mile gave me a little taste of what those will be like. 
Okay, there is something that has been driving me absolutely crazy for a while, and I have to vent, so if you want to stop reading here, I promise I won't be offended...
Have you ever known someone who is always trying to one-up you?  Someone who is constantly trying to undermine your good news with something of their own?  Whether it has to do with some activity or group their child is involved in or some new hobby they picked up.  No matter what you say, they have a better story about the exact same thing.  Almost like they are trying to convince you that their life, morals, ways are better than yours (or better yet, trying to convince themselves)  I have a friend like that.  He doesn't seem to have an identity of his own, he just borrows bits and pieces of other peoples'.  You can take any hobby, any moral, any like/dislike and attribute it to one of his peers.  It almost seems like he finds a friend and tries to become that person (I know, I totally get visions of The Talented Mr. Ripley when I think about this him), down to the attitudes, the clothing style, the vocabulary, job choices, etc.  Now he is doing it to me.  I have noticed it getting worse bit by bit, but I'm starting to get a little aggravated.  And I don't know how to mention it without sounding snobbish.  I mean, doesn't this sound a little second-grade to you "Stop copying me!" (nasally voice and all)  I just don't know what to do.  I don't want to let this go on any longer because I will end up snapping and probably saying something that I will regret and I would rather not sacrifice the friendship, but at the same time, if I wanted a "swim fan", I would go out and buy the movie...ugh.  It's just so darn frustrating.  I don't even know if he notices himself doing it.  Maybe its a psychological-thing that he can't help, I don't know.
Well, I have to get to bed.  Tomorrow is the big day.  My first daycare family is starting tomorrow afternoon, so I have to make sure I get enough sleep tonight so I can get the house in order tomorrow morning.  You all have a good night, and I'll catch ya on the flipside, lol.

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