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You guys know my passion for running.
You know how much I like to talk about it.
So, I have found an outlet for my running rambling.
Atlanta Running Examiner
Visit weekly please! Comment! Is there something Atlanta running related you would like to know about? I would be glad to write about it.


In other news.. I put a sock on Betsy's nose today and instead of pulling it off with her paws, she just left it.

"Oh mom..sigh.."

Well.
Here's my race report.
It stunk.
The end.





Alright, ok. Here goes. I woke up at 4:30 and traveled to Atlanta to meet my running group in Corall K. We were 5 out of 16,000 participants. That's plain crazy isn't it? I have to admit something about this race.
I wasn't prepared. I hadn't eaten like I should have the whole week before nor had I been drinking enough water. I knew I needed to drink water the morning of the race 2 hours before it began, but I continued drinking it up to five minutes before the start. I had to take a potty break around mile 6.
I lost my running friends. They were long gone after waiting in line for the Porto potties. When I got back on the road, my feet felt suddenly heavy. Without the guys to keep pace with and no sight of them ahead, I let myself slow down. By mile 11 I was just about done. I pride myself on not walking and I have to tell you.. I did. Only for like half of a minute, but still. I felt like a complete mess.
Then I finished. And though I couldn't see Mr. Broome, he saw me.
He said(later), "Pea, you looked like you were going to get trampled coming through the finish!"
You were right Mr. Broome. I felt like I was too.
Then I grabbed a banana, water, pretzels, and my medal.
Then, I began the search for my running group and Mr. Broome.
None of them in sight. NONE. 16,000 people, no phone, no Mr. Broome.
If I were five I would have began to cry, but never mind that, I'm 25 and I almost did. Almost. I didn't want anyone thinking I was pouting for not winning the whole dang race right?
At these events they have these space blankets to keep you warm after a race. I didn't get one because I didn't think I would need it. I thought Mr. Broome would snuggle me all the way to the car.
FAR FAR away from the people handing out the space blankets, I found myself discombobulated, stressed and shivering. Where was everyone? Where was my congratulatory hug?
Then push came to shove and I asked a stranger working at Embassy Suites to use the phone. I got in touch with Mr. Broome and we planned to meet at Ruth Chris Steak House.
Maybe twenty minutes later, I ask another stranger to borrow their phone. Talk to Mr. Broome, realize some confusion and continue to wait on a street corner in front of Ruth Chris.
No space blanket and my hands were so cold I couldn't move them.
Third phone call from stranger's phone, twenty more minutes later. "Mr. Broome, where on earth are you???? I'm freezing, I've been waiting!"
"Pea, WALK UP THE STREET, I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT YOU THIS WHOLE TIME!"
I was so confused. He said he was at Ruth Chris and I knew I was standing right in front of Ruth Chris. But I walk up the only street to walk up as he says.. and there he is. On the other end of the building is a Ruth Chris sign, but separating us were the runner's lanes. He could not get across them, nor did I have a phone for him to call.
Mr. Broome had been glaring(I use that word appropriately) at me the whole time waiting for me to figure out where he had been telling me he was.
Oh dear.
So I holler at him from across the lanes, runners whizzing by, "Stay there! Don't move!! I am coming to you!"
I would tell you I found him easily, but once again, I almost had a melt down getting to him through all of those people. When he finally saw me, I anticipated a verbal spanking of the fatherly sorts, but I was wrong.
Oh Mr. Broome I was.
He said "Well you weren't the fastest, but you were the prettiest."
And though you Mr. Broome are WAY too sweet to me, and you sure are a good fibber, you really made the situation OK.

Sometimes I wonder what I do to deserve such an amazing husband, but then I remember I'm really good at laundry.



Congrats to my cousin Jake, who finished the half in 1:20! That time is faster than the female who won the half! Yay Jake!

Oh Hi. It's me.
Brought to you by the two hour nap I had after work today.
And the Chinese crab angles I had for dinner.
After that combination I thought "Oh heck this night's been so great, what else to do? Laundry? Blog?"
I've missed blogging. I used to take pictures of Betsy sleeping or Andy eating cereal and it all resulted in the best darn blog posts ever. Lately though, computer woes and the time change has had me worn out.
No excuses though. Gotta write like a champion.
So, even though I can't upload MY pictures. I will share my dear friend Amy's pictures to help you visualize what an amazing 25th birthday I had.
Oh and by the way, 25 is seriously old. Actually, now that I think of it, maybe the age change is why I've been so tired.

Do you like my dress? Mr. Broome sent me shopping with two of my favorite people Saturday morning to get a dress for my birthday. Amy and Caroline said this dress screamed "birthday girl." I won't disagree.

Oh yea, did I mention Caroline came for the whole weekend? Best friend from high school, brush of fame girl from LA, and now back to the south where I can see her more. I'm just talkin ya up CP.
That's almost the end to my pictures so I'll do some explaining. Mr. Broome had Caroline come to town Friday. We had a girls night with Amy and I seriously stayed up past my bed time. I forgot how funny Caroline is. She literally will fall asleep talking, and wake to tell you not to go to bed, even though she's practically asleep. At 1:00 am though I had to get all of us to bed.
Because.
Saturday, Mr. Broome cooked us breakfast and sent us shopping. We met Amy to find a dress and get our nails fixed up. Such a fun, girl day.
That night Mr. Broome surprised me with all of our friends coming to town to take a limo to Atlanta for dinner.
Mr. Broome, you just can't stop earning brownie points can you?? Seriously Mr. Broome, I can't get over what an AMAZING husband you are. And to all of my friends. Everyone who planned and schemed, I love you so much. Can I get a what what on some great friends?

Well, that's all for tonight. I run another race Sunday. 13.1. Wish me luck and a happy stomach.

Guess what? My computer has a virus. Guess what else? So does Mr. Broome's. That means of course, that I can't upload my pictures and well, it's kind of hard to blog. I'll be back when I can...

Part I

I never thought I would marry a ginger. Then again it was never my direct intention not too. They say women like "tall, dark, and handsome," but I was never attracted to one specific look.
I met Mr. Broome at Parelli's pizza one night and his face was red as a cherry tomato. His hair was a blazing auburn. I didn't pay much attention to him the night we met, but I do remember thinking that "Wow, that guys has some red hair."
Then he asked me to dinner. Our first date to the restaurant with the talking Moose, we discovered that our families not only knew each other, but were brought up in the same church. Our third date to the Sun Dial(He really knows how to woo his woman) I decided in my heart that he was going to be my husband. Of course I didn't say so, but everything in my heart said that this young man with red locks and red cheeks was going to be mine.
Then I left for the summer.
I went to Beach Project with a ministry from college in Panama City a couple of months after we had met. I was to be gone for two and a half months. He wrote me a letter every single day for the time I was gone. Every day, really. In addition to coming down to Panama City for "work"(as you know his work sends him many places). I didn't know what to think of the letters at first. I had never had a man pursue me so relentlessly and somewhat passionately. It was a delight to say the least.
I came home from the summer and moved into a house full of girls who didn't know a thing about taking care of a home other than basic cleaning. My room mates came to love him almost much as I did after a few fixes to our house and a giant hammock had been installed in the back yard. I felt so special. My boyfriend was a real charmer.
And I began to seriously love his red hair. I tell him this all of the time... Mr. Broome, I think you are the very most handsome man in the world.

Not even, not even a year into dating we were beginning to talk about getting married. It felt kind of crazy to me, but I think when you know you know. I mean really, you do. Or I did at least.

Not the first date, but one of the many firsts at the talking moose restaurant.

I have began so many post the past two weeks only to save them unpublished. Mr. Broome told me that his favorite blogger in the world hasn't been writing. I told him that I can't seem to ever remember the funny things that happen in our almost two year marriage. When we first got married, everything was new, all things we did were funny.. and they still are, but I guess I'm just used to it. That and we've been busy bee's working in our house.
So, with all of that being said..
I want to talk about my husband. He's pretty great. He's been in Tennessee the past two nights and last week he was gone to North Carolina. It never feels right coming home after work without him there, but I sure do appreciate him more when he gets home. He is such a hard worker and I believe he is well- respected at his job. Though it requires him checking e-mails every time the phone beeps and nights away, I am so thankful that his work ethic is valued and that we both have jobs.
Mr. Broome, I love you. Get your hiney home. The Betser's and I are excited for Spaghetti and Real Housewives. Oops, did I call you out?



One last thing.
I have thought about doing this for some time, but I never really started. I want to write about how Mr. Broome and I came to be. It's a sweet story that I never really think about and I wouldn't mind having it written down(or typed out:). Years to come when he's asking me to buy him Depends on my way to CVS, I'll think back to our years of being young and married and unwrinkled.