Weston, Garrett and I just finished the LIVESTRONG Challenge 5K Run/Walk. Following on the heels of the fund raiser appreciation dinner last night, it has been an inspiring weekend. I'm going to keep it brief because I was too amped up to sleep much last night, then got up really early to send Steve off on his 100 mile ride this morning at 7:30. Highlights were:
* Dinner at the Fairmont at which Lance Armstrong was present (with his girlfriend Kate Hudson) and spoke at length. Totally wanted to stalk him, but restrained myself in favor of just staring a lot.
* Positioning ourselves in JUST the right spot so that when Lance rode onto the course Weston and Garrett were so close they could have reached out and touched him. Again, admirable restraint by all.
* Being a part of that HUGE group of participants, survivors, and volunteers from San Jose that helped to raise $1,410,507 to fight cancer.
* Crossing the finish line with Weston and Garrett.
I'm off to get showered, finish my laundry and grocery shopping, and then meet my man at the finish line!
Showing posts with label Lance Armstrong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lance Armstrong. Show all posts
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
May I "Lance" That Boil For You?
Steve is a huge fan of Lance Armstrong. And rightly so. The man not only won seven Tour de France titles, but did it after winning a battle with testicular cancer that his doctors pretty much assumed he had already lost. I admire Lance Armstrong too, but not enough to name one of our children after him; which is what Steve wanted to do.
Why did I object so to naming our second-born "Lance"? For one thing, all the words that rhyme with Lance are bad. To whit: dance, pants, prance, romance (OK that one's not so bad). All words that remind me of that poem that some wag feels the need to leave on bathroom walls:
No matter how do jump and dance,
That one last drop stays in your pants.
Then there are the definitions for the word lance. Verbs: to spear, to stab, to open with a stabbing tool. Nouns: a spear, a stabbing device, a tube with a nozzle for cleaning furnace walls, a whale-killing implement. None of the mental images that go with these definitions are ones that I want to associate with one of my children. The deal breaker with this name? If I was to do a word association test with "lance", my first response would be "boil". As in "I'm sorry sir, that pustulant boil on your ass will need to be lanced in order to relieve the pressure." Enough said.
Why did I object so to naming our second-born "Lance"? For one thing, all the words that rhyme with Lance are bad. To whit: dance, pants, prance, romance (OK that one's not so bad). All words that remind me of that poem that some wag feels the need to leave on bathroom walls:
No matter how do jump and dance,
That one last drop stays in your pants.
Then there are the definitions for the word lance. Verbs: to spear, to stab, to open with a stabbing tool. Nouns: a spear, a stabbing device, a tube with a nozzle for cleaning furnace walls, a whale-killing implement. None of the mental images that go with these definitions are ones that I want to associate with one of my children. The deal breaker with this name? If I was to do a word association test with "lance", my first response would be "boil". As in "I'm sorry sir, that pustulant boil on your ass will need to be lanced in order to relieve the pressure." Enough said.
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