Running With The Zimmermans

What to blog about...
Well there's a start, blog is a noun and a verb. I like words like that. "Pinch". "Wow". "Fancy", which is not only a noun and a verb, but is also an adjective. That is neat.

It's a Sunday morning worthy of a movie, and as such Sarah and I find it appropriate to watch only Sunday movies. Conveniently for us, any movie that is playing on Sunday qualifies as a Sunday movie. Today we find ourselves watching Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. And by "watching", I mean I'm blogging, Sarah is recapping Sawyer's delivery from her perspective for the boy's baby book, and Sawyer is asleep, probably thumb in mouth.

This week marks Sarah's first full week back to work. From what I can see she's happy to be back with her class, while being sad to be away from her very own, which can be expected.
My schedule keeps me away from home Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 8:00-Noon, and all day Thursday (labs may be the death of me). On those days the cub is with one of our 2 sitters. I don't have class Tuesday, so that's when soy sauce and I cause havoc. You know, clean, study, dishes, laundry, and other things of the like.
The pup is now a little over 3 months (14.5 weeks). He rolls from stomach to back with ease, and wants so badly to roll back onto his stomach, but can't quite get it yet. He no longer has problems with bottles, which as you may know, was the thing that caused us the most anguish and loss of hope in child rearing. My favorite thing with the bottle is that he will grasp my thumb and pinky, on either side of the bottle, and pull my hand, and the bottle, toward him. One day I moved my hand, and he just held the bottle himself. I now try and get him to hold it every time. He's drinking about 5 oz. every 3 hours. Another pupdate (pup update, get it?) is that he recently discovered his thumb; we now have a thumb sucker on our hands.

In parenthood updates, we are still enthralled with our newly enlisted duties. Parenthood is fun, with its challenges, but overall, not much has changed. Sarah still puts random stuff in the refrigerator, and I still get distracted by friends and games. Sarah has been so driven to get back into, and keep, her pre baby body, and I'd say is doing a FINE job at it. Yesterday morning I woke to the sound of the unreasonably fit Canadian lady giving instruction on post baby pilates. She was the same lady who did the pregnancy pilates, and there is no way this lady is a good representative of pre or post delivery individuals. I digress. After that video, Sarah immediately did the P90X Ab Ripper video, a pattern she's been at since being approved by the doctor to work out. All of this, while I decided if I wanted to try and sleep for another 20 minutes. I decided at the start of the year that I wanted to try and be a runner. I got the Nike+ Running app, and it has made all the difference. From January 4th to date I have gone on 8 runs for a total distance of 25.16 miles. My average pace is 9'35"/mile, and my average distance is 3.1 miles, with my fastest mile being 7'27". My longest run was last night. I had the goal to do 10 miles, a goal I set for myself 2 weeks ago when I was running more consistently. 2 weeks ago though, I stopped running, and laziness set in as it often does. How could I, though, not go for a run last night when my neighbor approached me stoked on having just run over 8 miles?! How could I not accept that challenge? I disregarded the fact that I had just had pizza 2 days in a row accompanied by more soda in the last week than I've probably had all year thus far. Nonetheless, I laced up my shoes, tighter than usual, got my app set in order, and with despair I said to Sarah at 9:30, "well... I should be home by 11:00", and started out the door. Long story short: by mile 6 I felt pain in the top of my right foot, by 6.5 it spread as my form got worse, and by 7 I knew I would struggle to finish. I pushed on for as long as I could. I thought a break would help, so there I stood pacing off of Kam highway, in front of the post office. I thought I was ready, but when I began to run, I couldn't. 2 or 3 strides in and I submitted to the discomfort and walked a long slow walk back home.
My success: I remembered to pick up the laundry for my wife before walking in and admitting my defeat.

Sneakin' pictures of Sarah's workout. 

Last night when my run landed me in front of a 

statue in Kahuku, the next town over.