Thank you, Easter Bunny

Easter was full of unpleasant surprises including, but not limited to, an upstairs mouse, the Pea covered in poop and a broken dryer.

At least one of the problems will soon be fixed. Meet the newest Gleason-Groahs:


I should probably thank six months of interest-free financing rather than the Easter Bunny.

The 11th mile

Okay. So, it's not the most flattering picture. But, at least it's proof that I was in fact running the 10-miler or that I, at some point, ran with a number pinned to my shirt.

Maybe not ran, but jogged...slowly.

It was better than Cats

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to see a show on Broadway. Yesterday, I got my chance.

I went to see a show at the Hudson Theatre that centered on middle-age men working in the world of real estate. They spoke of current market conditions, privatizations, consolidation and M&A activity. The show was not for young audiences as the F-bomb was dropped on at least two occasions.

While this wasn't a typical Broadway show, it was a lot of fun taking in the history of the theatre itself. When I found myself bored with talk of cap rates, I marveled at the theatre's decor. It's hard to believe the building, which was built in 1903, had housed everything from successful plays to The Tonight Show, as well as a brief run as a pornographic-movie house.

The theatre is now used by The Millennium Broadway Hotel for conferences and events. But, still, it's Broadway. And, being there was better than Cats.

I'm number 1813

Out of 2300 runners who took part in the 10-miler, I came in 1813th place -- far from last, even farther from first. But, I had two goals for the race -- finishing and beating last place.

I accomplished both.

I loved the race. It was a blast from beginning to end. The crowd was loud and wild and devoted enough to stay around even for the slowest of runners.

Each part of town had great representation. Going through fraternity row, frat guys handed out cans of cheap beer instead of water. On Wine Street, residents hung a "Doing fine at Wine" sign across the street. A gospel choir greeted runners at the top of Grady. On the longest hill of the race, a guy had an old record player playing the Chariots of Fire theme.

There were also random folks, like the people handing out homemade donuts and the lone guy sitting on his Volvo with a boom box playing loud music and cheering on runners by their numbers, that made the race a ton of fun. Their excitement made me excited. I didn't get tired and I think I had a smile on my face the whole race.

The only downside to the day was right before the race, I stepped off a side walk and popped my bad knee out of place. I hobbled around for a minute, but decided to run anyway.

I'm glad I did.