So I'm pretty proud of myself. I got up early (ok, that was more thanks to the kiddos than to any self control on my part), showered, ate a sensible breakfast, dressed the kids, and packed up the kids to go to the gym. (I even called ahead to make sure the daycare had room today!) Then we drove to the gym, got the kids settled in the daycare for a half hour, and then it was just me and the track.
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side note: My friend Darla talked me into signing up for a 5K in Provo on April 3. That's just one month away! I haven't done much running since 2006 I think, so I'm pretty rusty, and crazy.Ok, back to the story. So I get on the track and start my warm-up walk around the track, then start running. The first lap goes great! Easy, no sweat! I'm back into my old running mode! Then the next lap, not quite as good, but still I persevered. Laps 3-5 were a little better, and then I found my groove and kept going for a few more laps. 12 laps is one mile, and after the 9th lap, I was pretty tired, so I walked the rest of the way to reach my mile. But still, 3/4 of a mile after not running for a while is still pretty good. I have a long way to get to the 3 mile mark, but it's a start.
So after I was feeling all great about my running, I saw that I had about 12 minues left until I needed to get the kids from the daycare, so I went into the cardio room and thought I would use the ellipticle for the remaining time. I got on and started going, but after a few minutes, one of the pedals would squeek every so often. Oh well, not the end of the world, so I kept going. I knew I only had a few more minutes, so I didn't want to take the time to clean off the machine and get on a new one. I had my goal for how long I wanted to go, but about one minute before my goal, this lady infront of me (who incidentally stole the fan that was right infront of my machine right as I got there!) turns around and very rudely says, "Is that your machine making that noise? It's distracting me, can you move to another machine?" I was
one minute away from my goal, one minute! And she was giving me nasty glares, so I just stopped, cleaned of the machine, and got my kids.
Does she think I was enjoying the squeeking? Or that I was on the machine because I had nothing better to do than to make her life miserable? I just don't understand why people feel the need to be so rude.
Next time, I'm just going to stick to the track.
Then today we had the whole Hatch clan out to our place for a big birthday dinner bash a la St. Patrick's Day. I made 3 corned beef briskets (we had a lot of carnivorous men to satisfy!), a whole slew of potatoes, carrots, and cabbage, some Irish Soda Bread, and some lime punch. We also had chocolate cake and ice cream, of course. Wouldn't be a birthday without it, right? Look at all those candles! And amazingly, he blew them all out in one try. 
Isaac was SOOO excited to hang out with his uncles and show off how strong he is. Look at his muscles! I just love the face that he makes when he flexes!
Isaac is such his father's son. Here is he watching youtube videos with the guys. He could sit there for hours watching movies about semi trucks with rockets attached to them.
