Posts Tagged ‘Angels Stadium’
Monday, May 7th, 2012
I ran my sixth half marathon Sunday.
Woke up at 4:20, left the house at 4:45, crossed the starting line sometime after 6:30.
The finish line? Well. My slowest time ever. Which was not surprising, because I didn’t train for the race. I haven’t run much at all over the past few months, a combination of fatigue and burnout and David’s travel schedule and injury and cold dark mornings and lack of interest.
What was surprising was how much I enjoyed the run. My (much faster) friends went ahead and I put on music and just enjoyed being outside, running next to the ocean. Aside from a few mechanical malfunctions with my music which caused me to walk for a few minutes as I took care of it, and one intestinal malfunction at Mile 9 (very thankful for available portapotties, let’s just say), I ran most of it. At a glacial pace. But I didn’t give up on myself, or get down about my lack of training or lack of running ability. I just kept going.
I was happy to be finished at the end. I was proud I stuck with it and ran when I wanted to walk. The best part? Getting together for the post-race picture with the girls.
And then I made it to Angels Stadium for first pitch of Little League Day (though I missed seeing Sawyer parade around the infield). Kids had a blast, Albert Pujols, no doubt spurred on by Sawyer and Sage wearing tee shirts with his name and number on the back, finally hit his first home run. Sawyer said it was the best Sunday he’s ever had.
I kinda get what he means.
Monday, September 26th, 2011
We were handed – for free – four tickets to an Angels game for Friday night.
Front row. Third base side, right past the Angels dugout.
I wanted to go. I hadn’t been to a game in a couple years and I truly missed it. Maybe a date night with another couple?
Or maybe. Just maybe. We could take the family.
Because when you have a peanut allergic child, going to a Major League Baseball game is like putting him in the middle of a mine field. Peanuts, peanut shells, peanut dust – they’re everywhere.
We’d be in the front row, with no one in front of us, and we’d put him in the middle.
We’d wipe down his seat.
He knows not to eat anything we don’t give him and he’s too old to put his hands in his mouth.
I researched other people’s experiences online and decided we could put him in long pants, so no peanuts could touch his skin if they were pushed down from the row behind us.
We’d pack benadryl and an epi pen.
And so, after much hand-wringing, we went. Our family, together at a game at Angels Stadium for the first time.
The seats will spoil these kids for any other game (by the way? I can’t tell you the amount of grime that was on the seats when I wiped them. I shudder). We had a great view of not only the field, but the pressbox, which I pointed out to Sawyer and told him that was where I had to watch the games.
He ate pizza. And, of course, a huge wad of cotton candy.
Some peanut shells did migrate down our way, but they weren’t an issue. He never came in contact with them. I watched him like a hawk and he was entirely unaffected. By my staring and the peanuts.
The whole thing was great. Even Xander behaved himself. It also helped that the game was fast – so fast, we stayed for the fireworks after.
The kids really enjoyed it. Which also made me happy, since baseball was such a huge part of my life at one time, and is still a sport I love. I cannot wait to go as a family again next season.
We were thrilled that Sawyer could do a “normal” activity. We have to live our life and we are so very glad we took the chance and went.