Four more days

We enjoyed a weekend of the 'official' final hockey game of the season {in an indoor hockey rink that was just as cold as the outdoor rink}, a good run on Saturday, movie time, and yummy food, all while Z's sister was in town visiting--it was fabulous.  We also got to meet her boyfriend, who was perfectly kind, funny, and easy going.  We approve.

Today began with a visit to the chiropractor.  I am a big fan of chiropractors.  Sometimes I wish my husband was a construction man and a chiropractor...it would really save us some money and be extremely convenient {c'mon hun, it's a good idea}.  Lucky for me, my chiropractor doubles as a running mentor.  He is a sports chiropractor and helps keep me on track with my training, heals my IT band when it acts up, and heals other injuries and discomforts that inevitably arise.

In other news, there are only four more days until the big day.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........       

The big day of 26.2 miles.

That 'ah' was a mix of excitement and anxiety all rolled up into one big, mexican burrito.  With extra excitement on top.  Did that make sense?  Hope so.  I'm waiting for a crock pot full of tortilla soup to finish cooking, so I have mexican food on my mind {my excuse for the burrito comparison}.

Have I mentioned Z is running a half-marathon when I run my full marathon?  My dad and I are running the full, my mom and Z are running the half, and my two youngest brothers are running the 5k.  This means it'll be a very memorable day.  This also means we are flying to Texas to run our races!  We fly out Thursday morning and I am so excited.  

The team before their final game

A smile on his face while waiting out his 2 minutes in the penalty box...

Way to finish the season with a victory boys!

Canadian blood

Fact about Zuriel:  He is Mexican.  

Second fact:  He is also Canadian.

How rad is that?  A Mexican Canadian.  He was born in Ontario, but his entire family {on both sides} is from Mexico for many generations, with a little bit of Spanish and French blood mixed in at some point.

He lived in Canada until the 2nd grade, when his family moved to Germany for just over a year.  After living in Germany, they moved back to Canada where he lived until the 7th grade.  While living in Canada, he played the beloved sport of hockey.  Z says there were ice ponds all over where they'd play "pond hockey" {because naturally, every kid had hockey gear}.  When they couldn't play on the ice, they would play street hockey.

The last four winter semesters, Zuriel has played intramural ice hockey for the University to get in touch with his roots.  Just kidding about the roots...but, he really enjoys playing, even though he's no pro.  

So Thursday night was probably their last game of the season because of the abnormal winter weather conditions we've been having lately.  And unfortunately, it was the first game I was able to watch this season.  I tried to make up for it by yelling lots of loud, obnoxious {but mostly encouraging} things, and took about 50 pictures.  Fortunately for you, I'm only posting about 15 of those phone pics.  

Here's to a close win {they went into overtime} and a good season overall!  

Side note... Z is number 53 and, naturally, practically every picture is a semi-close up with him in it--I'm the wife, I'm supposed to take pics of my husband.

 

And of course, we forgot to get a picture together.  Surprise, surprise.