Leadfoot Donahoo Takes it to the Streets

So on an occasional p-day on my mission the missionaries would get together and play volleyball. Now, I’m not going to lie, back in the day I was quite the Tom-boy. Now I’m not saying I was ever super good at anything, but unless I’m delusional, I remember being able to hold my own ok against my brothers or the pack of neighborhood boys. Then we moved to Idaho . . . and after three months of living in a hotel and eating McDonalds nearly every day I no longer ran or jumped as well as I once did, and I was ok with that. Over the next few years I got gangly and more and more uncoordinated, and embraced my new found wussiness.

Fast forward to Canada . . . when we would play volleyball I earned the nickname of “Leadfoot Donahoo” because of my super-fast reaction times and lightning-quick footwork–or rather the lack thereof. It’s a sad commentary, but it’s true. Because of my slowness, and the aforementioned wussiness, I’ve never really taken a liking to running . . . just running, you know for no apparent reason other than your health, and blah, blah, blah. Until now! (I’m still trying to convince myself, can you tell?)

Every quarter our Bishop issues a quarterly challenge complete with a list of goals for us all to accomplish. This quarter one of the goals was for everyone to participate in the first-ever University 13th Ward 5k on September 20th. Now if I was smart, knowing my physical condition, I would have started training for this months ago. Well, I’m not so smart.

Last weekend my brother Ken was in town and staying with me. He mentioned that he wanted to go running Saturday morning and I said that with two weeks to go, maybe I should go too. Well, he was a champ and we went out and he pushed me for a mile before he let me rest and then for another mile (with a little walking in the middle of that one). He’s also put me on a training program (I’m up to two miles, no stopping, so far, with one week to go) and checks in with me nearly every day.

So, we’ll see if I can make it the full three miles next Saturday without stopping, or more importantly, without dying. If there’s one thing I embrace about trying new things, it’s buying the gear to go with it. I already bought a new running watch (I’m slightly addicted to watches), I’ll probably have to get an armband for my iPod (what, like I’m supposed to carry that thing the whole time?), and new running attire may be in order before too long.

What do you think about these for new running shoes? They are barefoot running shoes–I would offer more explanation, but I think you get the idea.

Well, wish me luck! And while you’re out driving around, if you could keep your eyes peeled for a me-shaped pile collapsed in a heap on the side of the road, I would appreciate it. Happy trails!

Cousin Night O’ Fun: Jr. Edition

(I wrote this a little while ago, but didn’t get it posted, so here it is–late, but here . . . that’s the story of my life!)

So Cousin Night O’ Fun isn’t just for the older cousins. My oldest brother Mick and his family were passing through town on their way back home to California so we Utahns all got together with them at a bbq at my sister’s house. It was a fun night complete with great food, 11 (out of 14) nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters, and a lot of typical Donahoo gathering humor. It was a great time.

After dinner all of the kids went swimming and then posed for a couple of group pictures. Not the greatest/most composed of pictures (you try getting 11 kids to hold still, look at the camera, and smile when it’s past their bedtime), but you can tell they all had a great time.

So fun to see everyone. Wish we could all get together more often. Mom, Dad, Russ and family, and Ken, we missed you. It’s sad to think that the summer is almost over. Where has it gone?