Recapping The Fall–In Pictures

This just in: Newborn babies are a time consuming experience!

Luckily for us, ours is also cute and photogenic, so despite the lack of posting lately we have gathered plenty of pictures to review what we’ve been up to the past two months.

We had plenty of visitors through the rest of September to meet the newest family member and take a shot of us in the back yard (while my arm healed).

Lily’s aunt got Lily her very own miniature Derby.

One of our first outings was to the Gorman Heritage Farm for the Sunflower Festival

 

In a blink of an eye, one month had passed and it was time for a photo shoot.

The first road trip was to Indiana to visit the Hilly Hundred and Huber’s pumpkin patch.

Then the 6 week photo shoot, with a hat we brought back from Logan.

 

Followed by the first Halloween with our Little Lady-bug.  Then straight to Lily’s first formal appearance at a friend’s wedding where we were able to catch up with college friends we hadn’t seen in years.

Finally, we took in the falling leaves that buried our backyard and took Lily to her first UK football tailgate…she was smart and skipped the game itself.

With the holidays fast approaching, the schedule only gets more eventful going forward.  Hopefully we remember to keep things up to date around here.

A New Adventure

Guest Post (written by Susan)

I woke up with a contraction at 6:30 am on the  morning of September 12th.  Contractions were irregular most of the day.  I was in complete denial that the baby was really coming!  I just went about my normal day (including visiting friends at 5:30 pm and going out to dinner at 7 pm -- all while having contractions!).  Contractions were 3-5 minutes apart starting at 5 pm and went to 2-3 minutes apart around 8 pm. 

Out to Ruby Tuesdays for dinner

My doula came over at 8:30 pm which is when contractions got more intense.  I had been feeling all my contractions in my back so we did lots of things to try to get baby to change positions but to no avail.  My doula did a lot of hip squeezes which helped tremendously! My water broke at 11 pm. This is when things really intensified and I said I wanted to go to the hospital.  We got around and drove to the hospital (somehow I was able to keep my composer in the car and felt relatively little pain).  Arrived at the hospital at midnight and triage took 40 minutes (and they wouldn't let my doula come back!).  I was 5 cm dilated upon admission.

Within an hour of arriving at the hospital, I felt the need to push.  My nurse checked me and I was 8-9 cm.  We called my doctor in (he was already on the floor as he had recently delivered another baby).  By the time he came in (about 10 minutes) I was fully dilated.  I pushed for about 25 minutes.  The baby's heart rate kept dropping during contractions (from 130 to 95) due to coming down the birth canal so quickly.  They gave me some oxygen but by the time they got it, I was on my second to last contraction.  She came out with her head sideways and screamed before her body was out.  My doctor immediately placed her up on my chest.  It was so amazing!  Jeff cut the cord and we did skin-to-skin for an hour before she was weighed and checked. 

20 minutes after the delivery

Our baby was born at 1:40 am on Friday, September 13, 2013. 19 hours from first contraction to birth, but only 6 hours of active labor including 25 minutes of pushing. She was 7 pounds and 19 inches. I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to have a natural, medication-free birth.  We are so in love with our baby girl, Miss Lily Elizabeth.

Below is our birth announcement with some newborn photos!

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Breaking News

Just over a week post-Ironman, with everything progressing smoothly around the house in preparation for the arrival of our daughter, I decided to go for an evening run to a nearby golf course turned nature preserve…

The run began smoothly enough. My legs still didn’t have their pre-IM spring, but otherwise I was able to cruise along at a decent pace as I left the neighborhood and ventured west to my evening playground. Arriving at the park, I was greeted by a crowd of young ladies playing tennis on the courts in front of the former clubhouse, which now appears to be condemned. Judging by the number of players and the additional spectators around, this was probably a local high school tennis team at practice. As I passed, I noted that the tennis courts were the only area still maintained on the grounds (with the exception of a community garden hidden behind the clubhouse). The parking lot was returning to nature, with grass growing through the pavement. My run wandered along the remnants of cart paths, some sections still paved and others covered with gravel. I could make out the former course features mainly by the locations of the trees. The whole area had a post-apocalyptic feel to it, but did provide ample hills and winding paths to run.

Satisfied that I had explored the area thoroughly, I started to contemplate my way home. Still feeling energetic, I opted to turn north and cross the Ronald Reagan Highway before sneaking into the neighborhood through the pedestrian only “back entrance.” Running toward the Reagan involves running against steady traffic on a road with no shoulder…not the ideal running environment. Regardless, I progressed north and was eyeing the Reagan overpass, watching the traffic patterns and considering my crossing strategy. And then I was falling…Slam! Crack! Roll!

Now I’m sitting on the ground, adrenaline in control, feeling the burn of a scraped knee, hip and elbow. Embarrassed about falling with an audience, my first instinct is to get out of there. As I start to push myself up, I can’t put weight on my right arm and quickly go back down before rolling up to my feet using my left arm. It is now that I notice something is probably wrong with the right arm and I take time to assess the situation. I look back at the black plastic riser that led to my predicament and can’t believe I didn’t see it coming. Then my thoughts move to my arm. My first instinct is that it’s broken. I should probably call Susan and get a ride home. Luckily I’m just outside the parking lot for a large community rec center.

As I walk around the lot, I can move my arm, so begin to get hopeful that it’s something more minor. Adrenaline is still masking most of the pain, so I calmly walk into the lobby and to the front desk to find a phone. I’m directed to an old phone mounted to the wall outside the lobby and fail at trying to reach Susan. It won’t make calls outside the 513 area code. I return to the lobby to report this to the lady at the check-in counter and am told there’s nothing she can do for me (despite her personal cell phone sitting right on the desk in front of us). A rec center patron notices my distress so offers to let me use his phone where I get a hold of Susan for a pick-up. Light headedness sets in as I find a bench to wait. I pass the time by trying to control my breathing and not look so pathetic to the passers-by.

Susan arrives and we head back home, still unsure what to do from here. We ice things down and she calls her pediatrician sister and we wait an hour. After the icing, I am stiff but things are still moving and I can feel around gingerly without spikes of pain. However there is strange numbness in my forearm and I’m having trouble lifting my arm above my head, so it’s off to the emergency room we go.

As Susan and I walk in the door, we are approached by a man with a wheelchair for Susan offering to take us to labor and delivery…if only! We cleared up the confusion, checked in and were led to an exam room. I got a quick consult with the doc then was off to x-rays. Susan passed the time listening to the other patients in our corral. The x-rays confirmed a break of the elbow…the olecranon to be exact.

I was told I’d probably need surgery, was splinted and bandaged and given a name of an orthopedist to see ASAP.

Wednesday morning I was able to see a surgeon and once he saw how near the arrival of the baby was, he suggested surgery on the morrow so I’d be as far along the recovery cycle as possible come baby’s arrival.

Thursday morning, I went in, went under, and woke up with a screw through the arm.

Since I opted for the nerve block, I also had a numb, lifeless arm for the first 18 hours.

Now, I wait a week before my post-surgery check-up where I will hopefully be moved to a flexible brace for the next couple months while bones heal. In some ways this is good since it forces me to take a true off season from training and to simplify as much as possible in prep for the baby’s arrival. On the other hand, it’s a broken bone, and those suck at the best of times (which this is not).  Hopefully our next post involves a more positive hospital experience.

Ironman Louisville 2013 Race Report

After three years away, I returned to Ironman only a few weeks after moving back to Cincinnati.  The weeks leading up to the race were hectic with the move, but luckily I had gotten plenty of training in during the spring and summer.  The pre-race distractions provided a forced, extended taper that my body probably needed.

Having not participated in any triathlons in the past year, it was hard to get into the mindset of a triathlete until I got into Louisville race weekend.  Friday afternoon, Susan and I drove down from Cincy and made our way straight to the Galt House for packet pickup.  Then it was home just long enough to get the bike race-ready and take it for a check-out spin before returning downtown for the “mandatory” pre-race meeting. 

The meeting provided nothing new from the athlete guide and the speakers were difficult to understand given the acoustics of the venue, but I was glad we went since I ran into a couple other participants I knew from UD and was able to briefly catch up.  From the meeting, my brother-in-law, my sister, and I (all racing) met up with the rest of our support crew for dinner at a burger gastro pub called Game.  With a variety of exotic meats offered and a large party, we were able to sample a good deal of the menu…it was very good.  The rest of Friday night was spent re-organizing all our gear into the variety of transition, special needs, and morning gear bags before bed.

Saturday morning, I opted not to go to the “swim practice” in the Ohio and instead got a short run in before running errands for the last couple items for our gear bags.  At lunch, us racing drove down to the Great Lawn and dropped off most of our racing gear including our bikes.  This part of Ironman racing is always a little disconcerting since you have to let go so far before the race begins, then begin the waiting game.

We dropped off our gear early in the allowed window since Susan’s baby shower was taking place mid-afternoon and Kelley was going to that as well.  While the girls were busy, us guys grabbed a late lunch and mostly just tried to take it easy and stay out of the sun…it was hot.  We got the call to come help off-load the new baby gear before long and made our way to my aunt’s house to offer our assistance (and help eat the leftover treats).  By this point it was already approaching evening.  To be able to hang out all together as long as possible, we opted to order pizza to my parents’ house and hung out on the deck until early bedtime neared.  Then, the racing trio and my dad migrated downtown to our hotel for the night.

Sunday morning arrived early, with a 3:45AM wakeup call.  I made coffee, had a large bowl of cereal, and grabbed some packaged granola bars to carry with me to the race venue.  Around 4:30 we walked about a mile to the transition area to add nutrition to the bikes and then moved upriver to get marked and get into the long line for the swim start.  We were in line by around 5:45 and were somewhere near the middle.  With over an hour to the start, there wasn’t much to do but try and relax. 

Jason Passing the Pre-race Minutes

Around 6AM we started taking turns making our pre-race bathroom runs.  However, the lines were long and slow moving, so I didn’t even get to take my turn to stand in line until 6:30.  I was sure I wasn’t going to make it before we started, but luckily the pro-start lead to some urgency from the others in line and I was able to take my turn just before the age group athletes start gun fired…perfect timing!

The three of us just after the gun fired

The Swim

My goal for the swim was simple…get it over with.  My swim training had been the weak link since pool access in Logan was limited.  My longest pre-race swim was just over half the IM race distance.  Since I’ve been racing triathlons for years, I just relied on getting into a steady crawl pace and letting my aerobic base carry me through.

The first step

As I hit the water, I scrambled out of the way of other jumpers, then got to my steady state.  Since this section of the river is narrow, sighting was pretty easy as I could just follow the shores.  The water got congested at the head of the island since the racers were re-aligning to head upriver to the couple buoys before the turnaround.  I had a few people swim over me here before things really opened up.

I pressed along upriver slowly, motivated to get to the turnaround and get the current working with me.  At the turn I was surprised at how well I was following the buoy line.  As I started making my way downriver, I could tell I was moving…we had a friendly current.  The rest of the swim was mostly uneventful and before long the finish was looming.  Due to the friendly current, I was actually able to drop 3 minutes from my 2010 swim time despite less training mileage.

Time: 1:16:39

In transition, I was in no rush and dressed with my full BSM Cycling kit before exiting and starting the bike.

The Bike

For the bike leg, I had an idea of what kind of pace to expect, but was riding by feel.  To aid in this, I had no bike computer and my GPS watch was in my back jersey pocket.  It would sound an alarm every 12 minutes to remind me to eat/drink, but I was unable to track my performance in real time.

The start of the bike leg is flat for 15 miles or so along River Rd.  I tried to spin along comfortably here, but had to push at times to get past slower riders so I could move ahead and not block the rockets whizzing past me.  For the most-part this was a fast stretch, but just before leaving River Road, things got congested in a construction zone which was slow and uncomfortable.  Soon enough though, it was out onto 42 where the real bike ride begins. 

Almost straightaway after jumping on 42, you start to climb up and out of Prospect.  I dropped my gears and stayed aero, spinning along and passing a number of riders.  This would be a trend I would see throughout the ride and I was pleased with my gear selection on the climbs.  Utah’s long, steady canyon climbs had really helped my patience and gear selection on uphills.

Once out into Goshen, the bulk of the remainder of the course is rolling hills.  The first area to get past is the out and back segment.  This 10 mile stretch has a “half-pipe” climb just before the turnaround that is probably the longest climbs on the course and definitely the most dangerous.  On the descents I tried to find myself space and stay out of the way, and on the climbs I tried to stay steady.  On the return I saw another racer being loaded onto a stretcher at the bottom of the descent, but didn’t look too closely so as to not lose my own concentration and join him/her.  I just prayed it wasn’t too severe and that it wasn’t anyone I knew as I moved along and toward the loops.

The double loop portion of the course is fun.  It has a fast flat segment through La Grange with a lot of crowd support.  Some beautiful horse farms and estates on the east end, and good roads for all but one 8 mile stretch coming back along 42.  During the loops, my main goals were to eat everything I could handle and to enjoy myself.  It’s so easy to get lost trying to focus on the details of the race and to forget to just take it all in.  Us age groupers are racing for fun, so it’s helps to remember that on the long IM race-days.

Before long, I was midway through the second loop and mentally breaking down the remaining 30 miles to the end of the ride.  Once I got into Goshen, I rode the rolling downhills easy and stretched as much as I could.  As I got back to River Road, curiosity got the best of me and I fished out my GPS.  I was on pace to improve on my 2010 bike time, which isn’t too surprising given the lower temperatures.  As a bonus, other than some saddle soreness I was still feeling pretty fresh…just a little hungry.  Another positive sign was that I had the urge to pee, which is notable since I never have to go to the bathroom during races.  Maybe I was keeping up with my hydration for once.

The Louisville skyline grew closer as the last miles ticked off and before I knew it the spectators were lining the street as I approached transition.  Just before hopping the curb to the Great Lawn, I saw and heard my family cheering…a nice boost to end the ride.

Cruising into transition

Time: 5:44:03

Transition 2 was slow.  I knew I was taking my time, but did not realize how much time until after the race was over.  I stretched, changed out of my cycling kit, ate a PB & honey sandwich, hit the restroom, and got lathered in sunscreen before finally deciding to go on to the marathon.

The Run

IIn good spirits starting the marathon

I passed the family again as I left for the run and gave a smile and a wave.  Then I watched my pacing to make sure I didn’t go out too fast.  “Eights are great” was my mantra through these first miles as I tried to keep my pace capped at 8 minute miles.  I felt slow…but strong.  I definitely wasn’t in a mood to run a marathon, but I knew I could go for at least a few miles before slowing down or walking much.  This was a good start.

Through the first 6.5 miles I just focused on running from aid station to aid station then power walking through the stations grabbing whatever sounded right at the time.  From miles 6-11 I was distracted by watching the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place pro women as they ran their 2nd loop.  It was impressive to watch them, clearly uncomfortable, but each in their zone.  As I neared the midway point of the marathon I had run the first half in around a 1:52 split.  I knew I was starting to fade, but was buoyed along to mile 14.5 with the distraction of the crowd at the turnaround.

One more loop to the finish line

From mile 15 on, the negotiating began.  I remembered how the wheels fell off in 2010 and I got down about it.  This time I was ready to keep going, wheels or no.  I started segmenting my run/walk efforts, first with 250 steps running, 50 steps walking (and walking aid stations).  This worked well until mile 21, then I really started to slow.  Basically I was just out of gas.  I continued moving forward, but it was now closer to 100 steps running 50 steps walking.  Even though this seems (and was) slow compared to my normal running, it seemed to be a sound damage control strategy since I was still passing far more people than were passing me.

I grinded along to mile 25 and reached the last aid station just before the finish line crowds.  I knew this was the last walk stretch, so spent time grabbing water, washing my face down, straightening my race number and removing my sunglasses…I wanted to look good crossing the line.

Leaving the aid station I started with a slow, stiff jog.  As the energy rose with the crowds my pace quickened and I fed off the buzz.  As I hit the home stretch and separated myself from the runners heading back for lap 2 I could feel glow that comes with finishing these events.  I saw my family and friends just as I entered the finish chute and from there gave it all I had to the line.  I crossed with my arms in the air, feeling incredible.  I was an Ironman again, and faster than before.

Early celebration just before the “finishing kick”

Run Time: 4:02:32

Total Time: 11:22:40

As my catcher led me around, I started to feel less wonderful but was still “with it” enough to carry on a weak conversation and give a deer in the headlights look to the finisher’s picture photographer.  Then I met up with the Kissel/McGaughey support crew and tried to get myself feeling somewhat normal again.  Ultimately it took a while rested against a building, then a quick trip back to the hotel for a shower and Goldfish crackers to get me functional.

Once back at the finish line, I was able to watch my sister finish her 2nd IM (also with a new best time) and my brother-in-law finish his first.  Everyone we knew racing had a great day on the course, so it was without a doubt a success.

The Ironmen

Now, with the baby only a few weeks (or less) away I am ready to take a step away from long course racing, but I can tell the itch to go another round is there so I’m sure I’ll be back to toe the line again.  In the meantime, it’s time for the off (and learning how to be a father) season.

Staying Classy in San Diego for a Couple More Days

My parents and I had a couple more days to enjoy San Diego before heading back to Utah to pack and move across the country.  Monday we started with an overcast morning as we drove to Balboa Park for a run.  Both of us did loops of the main area of the park (near the zoo) and I tacked on a couple additional miles by running back to the hotel a couple miles away.  After refueling and the always popular free breakfast buffet at the Residence Inn, we ventured back to Balboa Park to take a closer look at the museums and botanical gardens.

By late morning the sky was clear for the first time since we’ve been in town and the sun would hang around for the remainder of the trip.  We wandered through the area where the majority of the museums are housed (the site of the exhibition celebrating the opening of the Panama Canal), but didn’t visit any museums in particular…a couple of the major ones were closed with it being a Monday.  We did wander through the Botanical Building and Lily Ponds and just enjoyed the architecture and the weather before finishing up the morning in the Rose Garden.

 Stunning Architecture and Wildlife in Balboa Park

From Balboa Park, we moved southwest and crossed the big bridge to Coronado Island, which was busy as usual.  After parking near the Hotel de Coronado (celebrating 125 years) we backtracked up Orange Avenue, the main commercial district before settling on a small Italian café for what we had planned to be a light lunch.  The amount of bread served (with the appetizers and the sandwiches) was immense though so we left with full stomachs.  The food was good and sitting on the sidewalk offered ample opportunity for people watching.

To walk off lunch, we wandered the grounds of the famous Hotel de Coronado for a while before crossing back to San Diego proper and stopping at the hotel for a break.  During the down time, Susan gave me a Skype tour of our new partially moved into rental house, where Derby and I will be joining her on Sunday.

With evening approaching, it was back out on the town and into downtown.  We took the Light Rail from Old Town down to the Gaslamp Quarter to pick a place to stop for appetizers and drinks before heading to PETCO Park for a Padres game...who happened to be playing the Reds!  Our “pre-gaming” took place at a small gastropub called Neighborhood which was a small quirky place with the ambience of a trendy corner bar.  The beer and wine selection was excellent and we split the goat cheese balls (served with tomato soup dipping sauce as a sort of play on grilled cheese and tomato soup) and a big bowl of fries while sitting on the fake turf covering the outdoor seating area.

From Neighborhood, we were only a couple blocks from the stadium and arrived just as the game was starting.  We had left field seats and took our time making our way to them so we could tour the stadium some.  The park was very modern and impressive and included a Ballast Point Beer Garden as well as a center field general admission area that was basically a park including a beach area and a small whiffle ball field with stadium workers soft tossing to kids who wanted to play.  The park was a clever way to get more families of small children into the stadium at a good price and seemed to be effective.  The attendance was good for a Monday night for a team that is last in their division.

As for the game, sloppy pitching at the start dragged the first couple innings along but no runs were scored.  The Reds grabbed a 1-0 lead and the middle innings flew by in a pitcher’s duel.  We visited the aforementioned beer garden and shared a decadent plate of pork belly nachos (intense), then left the stadium heading into the top of the 8th with the Reds seemingly on cruise control.  Of course they ended up losing on a walk off home run that we missed.

Tuesday we slept in, grabbed breakfast and then drove toward Escondido and the North County Inland region.  Our first stop was the Elfin Forest Nature Preserve for a quick 3 mile hike.  As is usual, we came unprepared with no water but pushed through the hike as we always do.  The reward at the midway point was views of a large reservoir hidden at the top of the surrounding hills.  The hike was a nice walk with some vista views, but was not the most spectacular scenery.

With the hiking complete we were ready to relax and enjoy a snack.  We drove south a few miles to the Orfila Winery where we did a leisurely tasting while enjoying cheeses and crackers in the shade on the deck overlooking the vineyards.  The weather was perfect for a wine and cheese picnic so we soaked it in. 

Before heading back to the hotel area, we briefly stopped at the actual Stone Brewery to do a quick walkthrough of the bistro there.  My parents have dined at this site before, but we wanted a fresh look to compare it with the Liberty Station location…we all agreed the original location has a little more character.  Unfortunately we weren’t hungry and had already enough wine so didn’t stop for a snack or drink before returning to the hotel to relax.

With a very early morning coming up on Wednesday (6am flight), we decided to order pizza in from Lefty’s Chicago Pizzeria in Hillcrest.  We spent the last evening of vacation packing before an early bedtime.  With the vacation over, it was back to Utah for a few busy days before moving out of the Beehive State.

Ready for the big drive to Ohio

Staying Classy in San Diego–Days 3 and 4

Saturday was the first (and only) full day with our whole vacation group together.  After I got a quick run to the edge of Balboa Park in, we started off the morning with breakfast at the hotel and then moved camp north to Carlsbad.  Dad and I dropped the ladies off at the Carlsbad Premium Outlets to do some baby (and personal) shopping while we went to the nearby Carlsbad Lagoon to try our luck at stand-up paddle boarding.  Neither of us had tried SUP’ing before so picked a protected water area to give it a go.  We spent a little over an hour cruising on our boards and watching the fish jump around us in the lagoon…it was a lot of fun, and a surprisingly good core and shoulder workout while being relaxing at the same time.

Dad and I got back to the car just about the same time Mom and Susan were wrapping up shopping, so reconvened and drove over the Hwy 101 to cruise southbound along the coast and find lunch.  We stopped at a less than impressive looking taco shop that was well reviewed on Yelp.  This place was no frills, but the tacos were delicious and cheap…a great combination. 

Our bellies filled, we did a little more beach cruising before Susan started looking for an early afternoon nap.  We had a couple errands to run in the mean time so took a timeout until early evening.  When we did get going again, it was to head out to Point Loma and the Cabrillo National Monument.  Unfortunately we didn’t do our homework and the monument itself was closed.  However, we did get some downtown and bay views from the peninsula before heading back toward town. 

A ghostly tree in the naval cemetery at Point Loma

Not quite ready for dinner, we detoured to Shelter Island to check out the harbor some more…

All five of us taking in the skyline

then proceeded to dinner in Liberty Station at the Stone World Bistro and Gardens.  This restaurant and beer garden was a huge complex of indoor and outdoor dining and drinking places inside an even larger complex (Liberty Station) that used to be military barracks.  The restaurant is run by the Stone Brewing Company and had excellent beer and ambience and good food, but we found the food to be a little overpriced on the whole.  After dinner it was back to the hotel for the night to get ready to ship Susan back to Cincinnati on Sunday.

Sunday morning started with brunch in Hillcrest at Snooze, which was delicious.  The secret was clearly out on this place since it was buzzing by 8:30 on Sunday.  After breakfast, unfortunately, it was time to send Susan off to Cincinnati and back to the real world.  Luckily her travel day went smoothly.

One member down, my parents and I went back to the hotel for some midday workouts (where I managed to get lost on the bike…marking the 3rd workout that I’ve lost myself on during this vacation).  In the early afternoon we made our way to Del Mar to take in an day of horse racing where the “Turf meets the Surf”. 

Horse racing – and other fun at the track

I hit my first bet and of course thought it was my lucky day before proceeding to lose on the rest of my tickets.  The track was a different vibe than horse racing in Kentucky, certainly on a smaller scale and more laid back than Churchill, but was a good time.  We ended the day by driving a few miles north to Encinidas for dinner at Union Kitchen and Tap which was a fun beachside pub.

The three of us will be hanging out for two more full days before heading back to Utah to finish the move back to Ohio.

Staying Classy in San Diego (aka The Calm Before the Moving Storm)–Days 1 & 2

Our time in Logan is up and we are moving back to the Midwest (I will actually be returning to Logan briefly to finish moving out of the apartment and driving our stuff across the country with the help of my parents, but Susan is going straight to Cincy from the current vacation).  Our last couple days in the valley were emotional as we have grown attached to our Utah lifestyle, but there is plenty that we are looking forward to back in Ohio as well.  However, before jumping into the Ohio lifestyle we thought a vacation was needed.  For this reason, we are spending some time in sunny San Diego along with my parents.

Last photo together before our departure from Utah

The first couple days of the vacation was all about Susan and me.   My parents arrival was not until Friday night and Susan and I wanted some time for a (very) brief Babymoon and early celebration of our 5th wedding anniversary (we will be apart on the actual anniversary date ), so we left Logan on Thursday morning and arrived in San Diego around lunch.

After getting our bags and rental car, lunch was in order so we headed in the direction of the hotel and scoped out our options.  Not far past our Residence Inn a burger joint called Bunz caught our attention.  It is actually a part of the Days Inn in Mission Valley, but was a surprisingly nice lunch spot with awesome garlic fries.  There were also some tempting milkshakes and a beer float on the menu, but we behaved and avoided them (for now).  Leaving the restaurant we checked in at the hotel and I received my rental bike for the week from Stay Classy Bike Rentals.  Tired from travel, Susan caught a post lunch nap and I went for a run up to the Hillside neighborhood where I promptly got lost and then found again with some additional unplanned backtracking.

In the late afternoon Susan and I ventured west to the coast at Sunset Cliffs Natural Park to take in the ocean views and watch some surfers during some hillside walking.  Then we returned to the hotel and prepared for a romantic dinner at Kous Kous, a small Moroccan restaurant in Hillside.  At our delicious and leisurely dinner we lounged on a loveseat and enjoyed the Moroccan Feast which was excellent.  The rest of the night was mostly just relaxing after a long day.

 
A couple pictures at Sunset Cliff

Mmm.  Braised Carrots.

Our Moroccan Feast

Friday morning we slept in until almost 8:00 (very late).  We grabbed breakfast at the hotel and made our way out for the main activity of the day, a trip to SeaWorld.  We arrived just after opening so got good parking and were able to take in a couple regular exhibits before many of the shows began.  By 11:00 though, we were into the show cycle and caught the One World (Shamu) show, the Blue Horizons (dolphin) show, and the Sea Lions Live show while seeing as much as we could in the downtime between.  By 2:00, we had our fill of SeaWorld and left as the crowds were peaking.  See our SeaWorld photo highlights below.

     

In search of a treat, we left Mission Bay and drove to the beaches.  We cruised north through Mission, Pacific, and Ocean beaches before stopping for frozen yogurt in La Jolla.  After the yogurt snack, we meandered our way up to Mt. Soledad where we took in as much view as the fog would provide.

  

With our busy morning, we were running out of steam by mid afternoon so returned to the hotel where Susan napped and I did some exploring (aka getting lost again) on my rental bike.

As evening came, we awaited the arrival of my parents who were flying in around dinner time.  To welcome them, we grabbed takeout Indian from Taste of the Himalayas just before picking them up.  The rest of the evening would be spent relaxing at the hotel to allow them to adjust to the cross-country time changes.

And we leave you with sea lions dancing to Gangnam Style.  You're welcome.

Sea Lion Gangnam Style