Westmoreland Asays

Only Aaron and I ended up running at Trophy Night. Meg's pregnancy has made her feel sick almost every day of late, and Edward had no real interest in running. Aaron ran a good race; I clocked him at 2:39 for the 500 meters, which was almost 20 seconds faster than he ran last year. I thought he had finished in sixth place--one shy of winning a trophy. He was quite disappointed upon learning his predicament--and the awards ceremony confirmed Aaron's fate; however, after my race Meg learned that Aaron truly had placed fifth in his age group, so he was all smiles again after receiving his medal for the night. I started my race slow and relaxed, although I still passed many people who scampered out of the starting line like a rabbit being hotly pursued. At times during the race, I thought to myself: "Why am I still doing this? I can't run very fast anymore, and it doesn't feel very good." But I ran hard through the finish line in 19:40 for the 5000 meters race (I

I was a race official this weekend at the Hood-to-Coast relay (and I have the t-shirt to prove it). I've run this relay twice before , but since I had the opportunity to participate in the event from a different perspective, I took the opportunity. My friend Brian (I've known him since at least middle school; we also worked together at Schreiner's, ran Cross Country together, walked together at high school graduation, etc. etc.) owns/runs/manages the company that acts as the official race photographer , and he needed some extra help this year. At slow times when there were several minutes between runners, I took a few short video clips of my adventure. While my documentary is pretty lame, it acted more like a notepad because it would have taken too long to write anything down. I ran into the real documentary team a few times; they even stopped where I was taking pictures, took some video at the same spot and complimented me on my choice location (not that I decided the spo

Our garden is starting to put out the later summer crops: corn, tomatoes, zucchini, soy beans (almost). And Meg, in her directorial debut, captured this fine interview with one of Capital City's most outspoken and snobbish farmers. After watching this clip, you can find the answer to the question in this video (the quote is at the 5:30 mark, but it's better to watch the whole clip to appreciate the reference).

On our way home from Beverly Beach, Edward just started spouting off random stuff. We think he's funny, but you be the judge.

Meg took the Aaron and Edward to Sherwood to visit with her friend (who has since moved to Utah) who was visiting. They were supposed to go to Enchanted Forest together (with six kids in tow), but circumstances caused them to just hang out in Sherwood. But if you ask me, Meg's friend's house was probably more fun anyway.

Here is a very old video from when we lived in Beaverton. Expect to see more vlog entries in the future . . .