Good day friends near and far. Although I’ve been waiting about a week to actually write up this post, I can assure you that the excitement has not died down one bit yet. On November 11th, 2009, at 11:31pm, the world welcomed Julien David Hill Meyer. And what a dramatic entrance this little fella made. Try these numbers on for size. First major contraction was at 10:20pm. Several more followed at 10:30, 10:38, and 10:42. At 11:15, it was decided they should head to the hospital. At 11:20, they were let into a room, and 11 short, amazing minutes later, out popped (quite literally I’d guess) Julien! How crazy is that? Read on for a few more thoughts on this special day. Unfortunately, at this point, I don’t have too many pictures to share with you all, but I’m sure that will change over the coming months.
Monthly archives: November 2009
Howdy all. Just a quick little blog post to let you know what I got up to on my day off for Remembrance Day. Yup, Iām one of those lucky federal employees that gets to take the day off. Now, I realize that the main reason anyone would have the day off is to take the time to think about the sacrifices that the men and women of the armed forces have made to ensure I can continue to enjoy my freedoms. Well, rest assured, I did honour them in my way, and in fact had several moments of silence at 11am. However, I did also get to enjoy a beautiful summer-like day and spend over 4 hours biking in Gatineau park. This post will be short and sweet, just wanted to fill you in on the day. Read on.
Wow! I can’t believe I’m finally writing this blog post. In truth, this one has been quite a while in the making. In fact, I’d say that it’s been in the works since I first started running many years back. So what am I talking about here? How about a Boston-qualifying marathon time of 3 hours and 10 minutes? Although this post is mainly about my race, don’t think for a moment that a marathon is limited to the 42.2km that you need to run. In truth, a marathon is a journey that starts long before the starting pistol is fired, and requires sacrifice, perseverance, and dedication. In the spirit of that, I’m going to have to ask your indulgence in my post as I’ll probably wax a little poetic at times about how I got to this point. As my title implies, I had to complete this journey over the weekend on my own. That unfortunately meant that my usual race photographer wasn’t with me š However, I did manage to take a few pictures on my own, but nothing from the race. I also had my GPS with me, so I put together a nice little map of the day that you can check out. Afterwards, wander on back and read the rest of my story.