Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Tide the Knott Master Suite and a Rough Draft of Our Future Itinerary

It is slowly a becoming a dream realized.  After spending several months working on the bow of the boat, Lance directed his next attention to the boat's interior, specifically our master suite. 

His reasoning was that he wanted to have it ready soon so that the dogs and I could come to San Diego more often and be more comfortable.  His first step in renovating the master suite was to install two giant windows and four porthole windows.  Having the windows opened up the room with more light and air, and it gives us the most amazing, romantic view of the ocean.  He is building a mahogany wall around the windows.  We ordered grey blinds that we can use to cover the sunlight on days we want to sleep in, and we even got our bedroom TV.
 
Tide the Knott in its original form without any windows

Lance installed windows
 

He is custom building/designing our bed and  he is building me my very own entertainment docking station so that I can charge all my gadgets.  We have been picking out fans and browsing through light fixtures.  It is A LOT of work for one man, but he is an extraordinarily talented man. 
 
 
Every weekend, he comes home and shows me photos of the improvements, and as it progresses to its finished state, I become increasingly excited.  I cannot wait to begin decorating MY bedroom.  Fortunately, Lance and I have very similar taste in décor.  Our bedroom is going to be navy and grey colored.
 
the interior of the master suite before Lance began to work
 

wooden walls

framing the windows


 

We have decided to stop our pursuit of Tide the Knott business venture.  We are focusing on finishing the boat so that in nine years, we can depart for our world cruise around the world.  Seriously.  I printed a map of the world, and we began fantasizing about the route we will travel, but the only difference is that this fantasy will become a reality…..Perhaps there will be  some slight modifications in the itinerary, but it will happen. 
 
I have changed.  A year ago, I was all about Europe, and though there are many places I want to see in Europe, I am now more interested in seeing the Southern Hemisphere.  It will take us several years, but we are just going to do it immediately upon retirement before we get too old to wipe our own ass.
 


a very rough draft itinerary with our route and our destination stops

 

San Diego                      to           Hawaii
Hawaii                            to           Fiji Island
Fiji Island                        to           New Zealand
New Zealand                  to           Sydney, Australia
Sydney, Australia           to            Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne, Austrailia     to            Perth, Australia
Perth, Australia               to           Singapore
Singapore                       to           Thailand (see our elephants)
Thailand                          to           Sri Lanka
Sri Lanka                         to           Maldives
Maldives                          to           Madagascar
Madagascar                   to           Cape Town(long time here while we explore Africa/Kenya)
Cape Town, Africa         to           Cape Coast, Ghana
Cape Coast, Ghana       to           Brazil
Brazil                              to            Venezuela
Venezuela                      to            Caribbean Islands (Trinidad, Barbados, Dominican     Republic, Jamaica, Cayman Islands)
Caribbean Island              to            Belize
Belize                               to            Costa Rica, Panama
Costa Rica/Panama         to            Acapulco, Mexico
Acalpulco, Mexico           to            Mazatlan, Mexico
Mazatlan, Mexico            to            Cabo San Lucas
Cabo San Lucas             to            San Diego
 
Summer of 2025!!!!

Family and Friends---We will be gone for a minimum of three - four years so if you want to see us, fly out to one of our destination stops!!  We have room!!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Happy 4th Anniversary-Even If I'm the Only One Who Remembers


Celebrating Four Years of Marriage Bliss 
 
Marriage is not all rosy.  It takes a lot of work, understanding, patience, and love to make it work.  My husband is a good husband.  In fact, he is a GREAT husband, but his inability, at times, to remember important, sentimental things (i.e. an annivesary) can be a little, just a little wounding.   

Last night, I went to bed slightly peeved over something, something very trivial and insignificant.  My last thought for the day, however, was that tomorrow was my four-year anniversary.  I woke up this morning, and quite truthfully, it was my very first thought of the day.  Four years ago today, on a Friday morning, we woke up and went to the Santa Ana Courthouse for an 11:00 a.m. appointment, and we got married.  Only a very, very small handful of people knew.  We hid the elopement from family and friends for two months.  The first two months when our marriage was a secret, it honestly didn’t feel like we were married.  Our secret was kept hidden because we knew we were insane.  We married after a ridiculously brief 2.5 month courtship.  We foolishly believed that by hiding it a little longer, it might lessen people’s “WTF?” impression.  I know. I know. Delusional thinking. 
 
I will say this though…..Marrying Lance was, irrefutably, the most INSANE, IRRESPONSIBLE thing I have ever done in my life, but it is also the most RIGHT thing I have ever done.

So though we celebrated our anniversary with a nice dinner over the weekend, I still expected some type of acknowledgment today.   I don’t expect much. I don’t expect a dozen roses delivered or extravagant gifts.  I just expected a morning “Happy Anniversary” hug, a nice card, and perhaps an invitation to a casual lunch today.  Simple.  Just some small acknowledgment...

 


I don't dress up that often but we had dinner at the Lobster on the Santa Monica Pier for our anniversary dinner.


Women and men are wired differently, and I know my husband is not an exception.  There have been many stories of men forgetting anniversaries or birth dates.  It’s common theme in jokes, and perhaps, my husband is waiting for me to give him that hug, that card, and that invite out to lunch?  But like the stubborn ass that I am, I am going to wait for him.  No reason, I’m just pigheaded.
 
 
 
We have this silly tradition that we renew our vows regularly at historic or beautiful landmarks.  We have said our vows on an airplane across the Atlantic Ocean, on the Charles Bridge in Prague, at the Schönbrunn Palace in Vienna, at Ernest Hemingway’s house in Key West, at the Queen Mary,  in the middle of the Arizona desert etc etc.  This weekend, we renewed our vows on the historic Santa Monica Pier.  Lance told me, “If I didn’t marry you four years ago, I would be asking you to marry me now.  I would marry you again.”  I feel the same way.

 
On the pier, renewing our vows
 
The last four years of my life have been so complete.  We fit very well together.  We are both made of the same mould.  He was made for me, and I was made for him.

 
I love being married to my husband, and I am deeply in love with him even if the dumb ass can’t remember our anniversary.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

2015 LA Marathon


The 30th LA Marathon took place on Sunday, March 15 with scorching temperatures.  (It reached the 90s at the finish line.)  The temperature was expected to be so high that only a few days before the race, race officials moved the start time of the race 30 mins earlier.  They also removed all the clocks along the course to discourage runners from trying to achieve some personal record (PR).  They warned everyone to run cautiously, hydrate frequently, and that this race was NOT the race to push yourself for a personal best. 
 
When I signed up for the 2015 LA Marathon back in September 2014, I wanted to achieve a PR.  My last year’s time was 4:57, and I wanted to cross the finish line at 4:45.  I was warned by a friend that my desire was much too ambitious, because that would require me reducing my per mile time by 30 seconds.  I followed the same training guide from Runner’s World, except for this time, I included more speed runs and more weight training.  I was very consistent throughout the training until a month before race day when personal motivation eluded me. 
 
at the expo


shopping at the expo.  They had some really amazing deals. 

My name on the runners' wall

 

A quick stop to Hooters after the Expo

The LA Marathon is very special to me.  It always will be, not only was it my first marathon, but Lance and I eloped two days before the 2011 marathon.  I also love the famous Stadium to Sea course.  The course begins at historic Dodger Stadium and ends at the beautiful Santa Monica beach/pier.  There are many historic sites you pass along the course, but honestly, I don’t remember seeing much of anything.  I am so immersed in my own thoughts; it is sometimes like I’m running blindly out there.  I am completely oblivious.     This was the third time I had run the LA Marathon, and each time, the weather was less than ideal.  In 2011, I had to contend with torrential rain/thunder.  Last year, I had to deal with high-temperatures, similar to this year.  Normally, Lance and I reserve a hotel room at the start line, but this year, we changed our plans and stayed at the finish line.  Our hotel was directly across from the Santa Monica Pier, within walking distance from shops, restaurants, and the finish line. It couldn’t have been a better location.  When I finished the race, I walked a short distance back to our room.
 
 
Course map

Our room in Santa Monica

View from our room
What makes the LA Marathon even more wonderful is the support.  I’ve run many races, never another full marathon, but I’ve run countless half marathons, and often the half marathons and the full marathons courses overlap. What makes such a difference is the Los Angeles community.  From the moment you depart on the course until you cross the finish line, there are spectators aligned who encourage and cheer for you.  However, they do more than that.  They are out there giving water, Gatorade, ice, apple sauce, bagels, coconut water, popsicles, bananas, oranges.  They are spraying the runners with water to keep them cool.  These spectators do all of this strictly as volunteers.  Water and electrolytes were provided by the race every mile, but in that heat, there were many times that I needed water sooner than that, and there was always a spectator available to help. There is such a unique and strong sense of community.  It makes me love LA.
 
Catching the shuttle from the Santa Monica Pier to the start line at Dodger Stadium

at the start line

 

So what was my official time? What was my strategy? Yes, you run a race with a strategy.  Even with all the warnings, I am too competitive to make adjustments.  I wanted to PR, and I was going to listen to my body.  I decided to start the race as I planned, running at a comfortable speed that I could maintain for close to 17 miles, which is exactly what I did. I knew that I had to take advantage of the coolness of the early morning air, and I knew once the heat came in, my speed would suffer. I ran the first 17 miles as if heat was not a factor.  I reached the infamous “wall” at mile 17.  Many say the wall is reached at mile 20 but for me, it was mile 17. I didn’t think I could do the remaining 9 miles to reach the finish. I was hurting.  It was hot.  I developed a blister on my feet.  I had rash burns on my thighs, and surprisingly, my left knee started to hurt.  My historically problematic right knee felt amazing.  I transferred my knee brace to my left knee.  I started late with the 5:30 pacer.  I ran onward and soon reached the 5:00 pacer. I then ran and met up with the 4:45 pacer.  My goal was to run it in 4:45, and as I ran next to the pacer, I made a decision and gamble.  If I stayed with the pacer, I would be guaranteed a 4:45 finish, but I was feeling quite good and so I took the risk and just ran on.  I didn’t know if I could sustain that pace, but I took the risk.  The 4:45 pacer never caught up to me.  I am so ecstatic to announce that my finish time for the 2015 LA Marathon was 4:34:40.  I slaughtered my PR by 23 minutes, which is almost a minute faster per mile than my 4:57 time.  I couldn’t believe it, and today, I’m still in shock.  I ran in the heat and was able to kick ass!
 

Place
Name
Bib
Age
Div Place
Gender Place
5K Split
10K Split
15K Split
20K Split
25K Split
30K Split
35K Split
40K Split
Clock Time
Net Time
Hometown
5321
ELIZABETH FELLOWS WADE
8224
43
207
1428
29:58
1:00:46
1:30:58
2:01:23
2:32:41
3:07:00
3:44:44
4:20:15
4:45:02
4:34:40
FOUNTAIN VALLEY, CA

 
Running is my church.  I can’t explain how incredibly emotional I get during a run.  This emotion is at its height during the marathon.  I don’t train for half marathons.  There is so much discipline, self-motivation, and perseverance that goes into a marathon.  There are four months of training, where no one is telling you to run.  You have to become your own coach.  I spend hours running long distances on Saturday.  It was lonely at times.  When I stood in my corral for the LA Marathon, I prayed for a safe race.  Throughout the 26.2 miles, I would pray.  I would think of my mom, my dad, my Blackie, and my Sherry.  I could feel their spirit upon me.  I thought of my husband and children, and I could not escape the insurmountable gratitude I felt to God.  I don’t know if other runners feel this way, but it is one of the most emotional and moving moments in my life, and tears stream down my face.  It is a good thing I have sunglasses on, which help conceal the tears.  Finally, when I cross the finish line, I end the race with a final prayer.  I don’t think I could get any closer to God than I do at that moment. 

Finished and feeling AMAZING.

I don’t know if it is due to the last two years of excessively high temperatures, but the LA Marathon is moving the 2016 race to February 14, 2016, and yes, I have every intention of running again.  I am very sore, and each time I feel that excruciating pain of my sore, tired muscles, a bright smile creeps on my face.
 
One last note--Something exciting happened on pre-race night. We were having our carb dinner at an Italian restaurant when KTLA Channel 5 news interviewed us.  We were on the 10 p.m. news that night.  It was only about 5 seconds of fame, but what an exciting 5 seconds!
 
a photo of us on the television

Getting interviewed

 
 

Monday, March 9, 2015

Get Air: Birthday Party Time



It is so easy to get immersed in the hustle of life that you seldom stop to take a moment to just remember how truly precious time is and how fast it does go by.  I cannot believe that my Brandon is now 10, and my little baby girl is almost 8.  My greatest joy in life are my children.  They give my life so much meaning and my heart is filled with such warmth, love, and laughter.

Every year, I always try to convince them to skip out of having a party.  I try to bargain with them that instead of a party, how about I spend the money I would save on a more extravagant birthday gift?  Without fail, each year, they reject all of my persuasions.  We always end up throwing a a party, and frankly, I am so grateful that we do.  It is about making treasured memories.

With all of the activities on Saturdays for not just my kids, but all of their friends, I try to avoid Saturdays.  This year, they had their birthday on a Friday night at Get Air, a trampoline park, in Huntington Beach.  There were about 15 kids who spent 90 minutes running and jumping uncontrollably on the trampolines.  Following that, we spent the next 45 minutes eating pizza, having cake, opening presents, and laughing.

Every year since they were born (except one year), they have had joint birthday parties, but I do my best to give them singular attention at the party by buying each their own cake, and yes, singing happy birthday twice. It is like two parties in one.

Dylan jumps into the foam pit.
 
Mia with her cousin Samantha
 
Brandon with his friends
 
Dodge ball
 

That's my girl!

Mia and her friends in the foam pit

Birthday boy and girl




Love the smile on Brandon


 
 
 
Opening a few gifts. We didn't have time to open most of them.
 
Ooooh,yummy frosting!
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Party with the girls

Mia with her friends

some of the many party guests





Happy Birthday Brandon and Mia!  I love you both more than you know.