Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Wow. It's April. Kind of.

Well, it's been more than a few weeks since I last posted anything to our blog.  A lot has happened and a lot is happening in the next few weeks.


So, for the recap: 
We are coming off of a successful Four Courts Four, our inaugural St. Patty's Day four mile race.  Four Courts = four miles.  Makes sense to us. 


However, if your closest Irish relatives were born in the 1800s AND your ability to decipher foreign accents is limited to post-Evita interview snippets of Madonna AND you find yourself in planning meetings with three very Irish native sons (where they are drinking their native brew) . . . well, I can tell you practically NOTHING makes sense and you find yourself nodding like an idiot and trying to google on your iPhone the correct spelling for leprechaun.  And for the record, it was Robbie, Jimmy, and Dave's idea to have a leprechaun at an Irish race.  So, you folks at the Irish Embassy can lay off now with the cultural insensitivity.  My mom's maiden name is McDonald, my boy Robbie is from Waterford, and for God's sakes who DOESN'T like Billy Elliot? 


But I digress . . .




Most of you thought we were probably drinking when we designed the course but you all can blame the big runner upstairs for the rolling hills of Arlington County.  Or you can blame Four Courts for perching their pub at the top of Wilson Boulevard.  I blame Jimmy Faggen, Owner of Four Courts (not Irish, right?), and think he should give us all free Guinness as penance for his transgressions against us runners (wait, he did give us free Guinness . . .) 


To all who braved the rain, congrats.  To the 4C4 ladies who were still at the bar hours after the race (present company included, of course), you deserve a toast and maybe even one of those fancy mugs they have on the wall at Four Courts. For the record, here is a picture of the ladies in question.  I hope I see you at many a race because you ladies are downright fun. Thanks for the hug.






So, on to April and the Crystal Run 5K Fridays.  These races are so much fun I can hardly wait.  The crew at the Crystal City BID sure like to party (have you BEEN to the wine festival?!) and 5K Fridays are no different.  Don't forget your ID because in true Pacers fashion there will be adult beverages a-flowing after the race.  


And the leprechaun will be at the race again but dressed in his Pacers Racing Team blues. Feel free to play some tricks on him. 


Enjoy the weather and we'll see you at the races.


Your humble RD,
Kathy O'Dalby

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Love the Run from Mumbai

Well, congrats to the "crew" (our term of endearment for the Pacers Events staff) on a job well run . . . I mean done.  Sorry, bad pun. 


I was actually in India during the race . . . Jaipur to be exact . . . while you 1300+ lovely runners were braving the cold at the Love the Run You're With 5K. 


 I had a vacation planned for the end of February and with the date change there was not much I could do other than lose my ticket and much needed vacation . . . can you hear the guilt in my post . . . I was kept abreast by a string of text messages from various people along the course so I felt like I was there (but obviously, in MUCH nicer weather).


I will say I did "run" virtually along with several of your fellow competitors.  And run is a very loose term since there really is no place to "run" in Jaipur. So, I counted my time on my feet touring the Pink City.  This was after we spent time taking pictures with 60+ elephants painted and dressed for the Holi festival. And this was also before maybe one or two or . . . hum . . .Kingfisher beers by the pool.  Hey- I told you I was on vacation!


As you can probably tell (oops, and already told you), I have a little bit of guilt about missing the event. Well, maybe not guilt but more bummed I missed the party. I'd reckon this is how an absentee-but-well-intentioned father feels . . . ok, probably not as bad.  And I really don't know how that would feel because a) I'm not a dad and b) my dad has worked at practically every Pacers Event (parents = cheap labor). 


Talking about dads, my dad is the guy at the turn around.  If you've noticed, our turnarounds are engineered to a tee which makes sense since my dad is, well, an engineer.  He puts a lot of thought into it and I am convinced he stays up at night drafting CAD drawings, mapping GPS coordinates, and whatever else engineers do to determine where his coveted 10 cones will be placed.  


So, a pair of Feetures! socks to the first person who comments on this blog post and can tell me what Mr. Dalby's first name is (hint: it rhymes with Harry). And if you've given a high five to Mr. D while you are out on the course then you are a good person in my book.


So, while this post is a little late (I am waiting for my connection in Amsterdam) I'd love to know how you think it went.  A huge shout out again to our crew- stand in race director Lisa, our staff coordinator Kristen, my love- Chris, my mom- Mrs. D (a pair of socks if you can tell me her name), Jamie and Don our course peeps, Marc,  Kristen's crew, the Farley Srs., the crew from PR, Mr. D, Chris, Erik, Sheena, Terry, Dionna, Andre, Heather, Robbie, Katie, JENNA (the monkey), Randy, Brian Knight, Arlington County, Sandy, the boys from Albany, our friends from AU and our favorite assistant coach, Bridget, and of course our awesome AMBASSADORS.


 And for anyone I've missed- my apologies.  I blame it on the Kingfisher.


Cheers-K


Next race: Four Courts Four.  Sell out imminent.