Landon always deserves a "husband of the year" award, but he really earned it the first week in June. Jill, Sara, Leigh Ann, & I planned a trip to Chicago back in January to do a half marathon. In January, we weren't planning to buy a house until 2014. However, we found a house, sold ours, and it became clear that moving day needed to be June 10... my trip was planned for June 6-9. Landon INSISTED that I go on the trip, swearing that he could handle the final two days of packing on his own if I covered most of the details before I left.
Grandma M was already scheduled to come to town for my trip, so she came and helped with the move (earning her mother-in-law of the year, of course!).
Sara and I trained really well through February, but admitted we weren't prepared to run a half-marathon. We had an honest-to-goodness, uninjured-pride plan to run to the 7-mile turn, then grab a taxi, stop by a Starbucks, maybe grab some brunch, then meet Leigh Ann and Jill back at the hotel. Surprise! The 7-mile turn might as well have been in a forest in the middle of nowhere. We could see the city, but it looked like a 3-4 mile walk through a park before we could even think about getting a taxi, and our guess was that we wouldn't be in the best part of Chicago. So, the only way back was to run. We ended up running 11 of the 13 miles, which was a little nuts.
On Sunday, I returned and immediately jumped into the hauling boxes routine. We aren't living in the new house until July 12, but our stuff is already stored in a couple of bedrooms there, so the hauling-box routine involved two flights of stairs. There is nothing like carrying boxes (albeit the light boxes) up two flights of stairs to work the post-run burn out of your legs. Ouch!
