Then we realized that dear friends Amy/Lance/Lindy/Piper were going to be away from Nevada City for WAY too long. We needed to travel this summer to see them as well. They were due in San Antonio, Texas for the June-July time frame. Texas! That's on the way to the East Coast! This is sounding like a trip in Martin's plane...
The race in San Diego clinched the deal. For those of you who have been following along, Erika decided to train for a half marathon in San Diego with her college roommate as a way of staying motivated to get her postpartum patootie back in shape.
Well. Things don't always go as planned. First of all, Maine, in case it's been a while since you took a geography class, is a REALLY long way from California. We were trying to limit the trip to two weeks, so Maine fell off the list early on. Not to worry, we could still make it to New York City, which is home to an unusually high concentration of friends and family. We planned. We booked. We were set. Grass Valley to Westchester and back, with a loop that started in the South (San Diego, New Mexico, Texas, Virginia) and came back across the North (Minnesota, South Dakota, Oregon).
And then the U.S. Military made other plans for Lance. Ok, so no stop in San Antonio. No problem. We are extending our stay in New Mexico by a day and figuring out a new and exciting stop en route to Williamsburg, Virginia the day after that. It's an adventure!
But then, Erika started getting sick. And running got painful. She felt worse on every run, like her super-expanded hips and abdominal muscles weren't quite ready to spring back into place. The pain extended down to her wonky knees. Still, she soldiered on, re-working her training plan to the bare minimum. It didn't help. She bailed on the 10K in Reno, a mere six hours before it was supposed to start. And then, she realized that it was OK not to run this half marathon. In fact, it might even be a good thing. And so, she sucked up her pride and made a phone call to Shannon to call the whole thing off. And she felt much better.
So now the three original reasons for the trip are gone. Oh, did I mention that Martin sold his plane about a month before we were scheduled to depart? Yes, we are now on Plan D for transportation. Fingers crossed. And now, Erika is sick again. Really sick. Like, fever and chills and all that. Is this trip is really meant to be, or is this just yet another lesson in going with the flow? Stay tuned -- photos and stories from the road (the air?) will show up on this blog pending internet access.
In other news, both Kosina children are trying out new future career choices. Peter: guru, or maybe just mystic:
Karolina, gymnast. Oh, by the way, girlfriend is getting TWO teeth! And she ate her first rice cereal yesterday! She is growing up. Here is the gymnast video:
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