Friday, June 29, 2007

Foal Update- Prayers Needed

Just wanted to update everyone on the status of our foal. Last nite (or early this am) we had to rush the foal to Blue Ridge Equine Clinic in Charlottesville. It is essentially like the ICU for people. He has gas in his intestinal wall caused by an infection he contracted not long after birth. He is on penicillin IV and seems to still be alert. We are hoping the drugs kick in and take out the infection so that this does not become a surgical case. The little guy is quite a fighter. We decided to name him Sawyer (after a character on LOST for non-Lost watcher info). Sawyer (the character) is such a tough guy and seems to always pull through. We are hoping this little guy will have the same bad ass attitude as Sawyer from LOST.

Daisy, his mom, was doing well until about an hour ago. She spiked a fever of 102 (normal is 99). They are starting her on antibiotics as well and then will flush her uterus. They think that she probably has a mild uterine infection.

Please keep Daisy and Sawyer in your prayers. The next 48 hours are critical!Oh, yes, one more thing.

Brooke was a great sister last nite and helped me get Sawyer and Daisy to the clinic safely. She had to drive extra carefully because Wes was in the back of the trailor with the horses. I am lucky to have a great sister and a great husband!

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Baby Name? folks at the barn preferred our first name choice (Snap) to 'Duke'. What do you guys thing? Should we name the baby Snap or Duke?

It's A Boy!

For the last two weeks my alarm clock has gone off at 3Am, I've put on my boots, driven to the farm, peeked in Daisy stall, and driven back home. Tonite (well, this morning ,really) my alram went off at 3Am, I put on my boots, drove to the farm, peeked in Daisy's stall AND THERE WAS A BABY BOY! Welcome to the world, Duke! Daisy did such a great job! She and the baby were both up and eating by the time I arrived. I called Wes and my mom. They came to see the little guy right away. Then we did all the baby "stuff"...tetnus shot, dipped his cord, re-bedded her stall, etc. Ahhhh, I can relax a little...and play with the little Duke!

Duke is already making us laugh! Does this mean that he is going to be a handful?

I am so happy that that little Duke is here!

Wes is a proud horse Daddy!

Grandmother Kemper with her first horse Grandchild!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007


I guess what "they" say is true: one tattoo is never enough. After a year we got the itch again. I said I would get 26.2 tattooed on my foot IF I successfully completed the marathon. Wes held me to it. About two weeks ago, he did some investigation and found a tattoo joint in Waynesboro. He made us an appointment and a few hours later we emerged with new body art. I decided to get another trinity symbol on my hip. I also had her put the little stick runner girl next to the 26.2. It is definately not a traditional tattoo, but that is okay because we are not traditional tattoo customers. Wes felt that he really wanted something to represent his faith. He asked our artist to design the Christian fish symbol with a tribal feel. She did a great job and even added some additional shading. Wes took it like champ; sitting there for 1 1/2 hours with no break and he never complained! Now, Wes can finally say his tattoo is bigger than mine. I've put pics of our new art below, but they look even better in real life. We really liked our artist! Great job, Hannah!

The Celtic Trinity symbol on my left hip. (I already have one on my right hip.)

The Runner Girl tattoo on my right foot.

Wes' tattoo of the Christian fish.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

More Marathon Pics

Our Marathon Story

(We had these shirts made in honor of my Aunt Meg who trained for this marathon but was not able to run due to her cancer diagnoses.)

After a grueling 26.2, Wes and I crossed the finish line. It was truly a unique experience. I felt literally as though every piece of my body was going to fall off and I would have to go back and pick up my elbows, knees, ankles, quads, toes, etc when I was finished and have someone else put me back together. As I ran along there were so many people passed out and collapsed on the side of the road. I felt so sorry for them because I new how much they wanted to finish and their bodies quit on them. At mile 22 I hurt to the point where I just had to walk, but I knew I would finish if I had to crawl to the line! I expected to be emotional at the finish for several reasons, but I was so exhausted that I hardly remember the finish line and could not even muster one little tear. Luckily, my cousin Meg ran the last 7 miles with me and was a great help through the finish chute. She kept me on feet for the last few miles! I owe her! Not only did she bring me in, but I asked her to go help Wes run the last few miles and she did. What a trooper!

I think everyone should run a marathon once. It is an incredible feeling to know that you pushed your body past its breaking point and you have to rely on faith and strength of mind to help you finish. There is also this amazing feeling of camaraderie among marathoners. Every person knows at mile 6.2 that there is still another 20 to go. There is little rejoicing. Then we hit 13.1 and the half-marathoners exit leaving the rest of the fools to trudge another 13.1 miles. (BTW, I was jut a little past the 13.1 mile mark when the winner crossed the finish that nuts or what). At mile 20, people begin walking more than before. Faces are drained, legs limping, blisters bleeding, and pain is all we feel. But at this point, there are cheers! We know that there are only 6.2 miles to go. Suddenly people you don't know from Adam or Eve feel like your closest and most intimate friends. Then, at the finish, you know it was worth it. You know your mind and your faith have conquered your weak and failing flesh. This is why everyone should run a marathon.

I began training to achieve one of my personal life run a marathon. A month before the race, I began to think about more than just my own goals as my motivation. Aunt Meg had to stop her training about a month before the race as she began her chemo treatments. I wanted to run this to make her proud. Around mile 15ish I saw a guy wearing a shirt that read " If you think you hurt at mile ___, try chemo." I cried. Meg and all others that are battling cancer or have battled cancer are the true warriors. They rely on their minds and their faith to be stronger than their bodies every day! Kudos to these cancer warriors. Battle on! You are so strong!

I have so much more that I could say about the race, but I doubt people want to read it all! But thanks to Wes for his encouragement throughout all the training and racing, thanks to Aunt Meg for all of the inspiration, thanks to Brooke, Susan, Aunt Sue, Win, Mandana, and Michael for their cheers and pictures. And thanks to cousin Meg for running the last few miles with me! Most importantly, thanks to God for giving me the ability to run and the faith to persevere.