Thursday, July 20, 2006

A non-pink picture...

This post is for Otter, who commented that there was too much pink on the page. So I thought this might be more to his liking. In my defense, the sailing picture from Greece is a purple shirt, not pink. (btw Otter - Steve is supposed to send you a Photoshopped version of this picture for PA.)


(Honestly, the Acropolis is in the background... And yes, I know I look tired.) Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, July 19, 2006


Finished! Posted by Picasa

The race that was a sea of pink...

June 3 was the National Race for the Cure, right here in DC. It's part of the race series that supports the Susan B Komen Foundation for breast cancer research. Even though I hadn't been running for two weeks due to the Greece event, I had already signed up for this race back in May, and figured with the number of people that would be participating, I wouldn't be looking for a new PR in the 5K. Thank goodness for that, because this was the biggest mob scene of pink I've ever seen, under cloudy skies and high humidity. Thousands and thousands and thousands of survivors and participants either came to walk or run the 5K around the National Mall... and even though the runners took off about 15 minutes before the walkers did, there were so many people that even I had to come to a complete stop in some parts of the course. In some ways, it was amazing that there were so many people out to support such a great cause. In other ways, the running/walking etiquette was sometimes frustrating. I have never claimed to be a fast runner. I don't aspire to be, but the races keep me in check and my goal is just to cross the finish line. So since I know that I am not a fast runner, I try to keep to the right side of the course, so that the faster people can pass me. However, this race pretty much threw all the rules out. Some of the walkers decided to start with the runners and were all over the course (instead of staying to the right). Some of the runners would just decide to stop moving without moving to a side of the course. Passing was nearly impossible with the number of people in the first two miles of the course. I won't even get into what the mess was like at the water station. In the end, I did cross the finish line, about 5 minutes off my usual 3 mile mark, but what can you do? I love supporting the cause, but I just don't know if I'll do this particular race again next year.

So I have no more races on the schedule yet, and need to get back into the groove. If anyone knows of a good race coming up, let me know.


At the Parthenon... Posted by Picasa


Sailing on the Mediterranean... Posted by Picasa


On the island of Symi... Posted by Picasa

Picking up where I left off...

I know, I know - I've been slacking big time. But now I'm going to get caught up. So let's start with Greece.

As glamorous as it sounded to do a week-long event in Greece, it had to be the hardest event I've done to date. On the surface, it was easy for all the guests to say it was a fabulous event, and the best one to date. Behind the scenes, it was a lot of 20 hour days before the event, and during the event... and pretty much everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Lost luggage. Cancelled flights. Misspelled awards (twice). Guest got sick and needs medical attention. Guest with kids needs extra attention. Guest with family emergency and needs to go home. You name it, it happened. Nevertheless, I survived (and so did poor Steve). Steve and I did get to see Symi Island on my one day off, which was beautiful, and we went sailing one afternoon on the Mediterranean - my first time ever. And we did have one lovely, hot day in Athens all to ourselves after the event was over and spent it sightseeing and eating gyros.

Lessons learned? Don't fly Olympic Airlines. Don't move a group of 130 people from one city to another island. Don't have an event in Europe when the exchange rate is terrible. Don't try and drink with the Europeans (you won't win). Massimo Dutti needs to open a store in the US.


Above all, leave the pool area when people start getting thrown in.


When we came home, I took the week off from work, sat around the apartment and pretty much did nothing. I can't even begin to tell you how great of a week that was. :o)

Next year, Costa Rica, here we come!