A Year of Stories

a year of stories - 32 of 52 by Carey Pace

*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit Sonja Stich after you read this post to continue the circle.*


My family has a thing for Spartan Races.  On August 6th, Shawn ran the Asheville, NC (Black Mountain) Spartan Super Race. It was just shy of 10 miles up and down the grueling mountain with 27 obstacles. Once he completed that, the kids ran the one mile Spartan Kids race at the site.  

They have a two mile that would be more The Boy's level and style, but unfortunately the rules say the age is 11-14.  I'm not sure how strict they are with the age limits and whether those are recommendations for the average kid or set in stone rules.  At any rate, the 2 mile race times have never jived with when Shawn was running his own course.  Regardless, the kids LOVE doing these races.  A large part of someone's enjoyment of an activity is in SHARING it with those they love.  Shawn getting to share his love of athleticism and pushing your body to its limits with the kids is so huge. 

I will share the kids' photos first and then the ones I took of Shawn's race first thing in the morning. The course was laid out such that seeing more of the course was impossible.  I wish I'd been able to photograph more, but I'm happy with what I got. 

The Boy finished his one mile course in 11:45.  They did the race in heats and he went in the second one, but he was the third kid to cross the finish line, total, and was just a handful of seconds behind those two kids. I know one started in the first heat because I chatted with her mother while we waited for Shawn to come through his obstacles and I saw her out at the first heat. All of that to say, we strongly suspect the Boy had the fastest outright time of his noon racetime! 

I loved seeing all the muddy kiddos and their mud sodden shoes, so I grabbed those last two shots.  Well, the "official" Spartan photographer liked my idea and used it!  Here is a photo of him getting his shot and then the official result! 

It had rained and rained and rained the week prior and the entire spectator area was a MUD SLIDE.  We were all covered in mud before Shawn even started his race at 815am.  I felt just as nasty myself as when I'd ran a Spartan last September! This was the first race that Shawn entered in the Competitive Heat instead of the general Open race. 

And lastly, I managed to get the worst sunburn I have had in more than a decade on the backs of my legs.  I sunscreened my face, neck, arms... but I didn't do my legs.  Normally when you're just standing there, that isn't necessary!  We stood waiting for Shawn at the end for much, much longer than we'd expected.  The course was very different than last year's and it just took him (and from what we can tell, most other runners) longer to go straight up and straight down the mountain.  Oh. My. This. Hurt.  Left and top right are the day of.  The bottom right photo is SEVEN DAYS later.  I now look like I'm wearing permanent knee socks.  SCORE. 


*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit Sonja Stich after you read this post to continue the circle.*

a year of stories - 29 of 52 by Carey Pace

 

*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit Allison Gipson after you read this post to continue the circle.*


We have this favorite spot on Planet Earth called Topsail Island that is located off the southern coast of North Carolina.  In particular, it is the area at the very southern tip of the Island that holds our heart captive.  For nature lovers like us, it is a treasure trove of oceanic and coastal terrain with few other folks around.  We adore it because of the expanse of shore on both the ocean and sound sides of the island.  Each side holds wonders if one only but looks for them.  

We've stayed in this spot in 2012, twice in 2014, and then again the summer of 2016.

It was the first Saturday in June and we were staging our packing in the garage.  I was trying to be less of a control freak Anxiety Girl and plan less this year.  I didn't make out a meal plan. I didn't pre buy groceries.  I was choosing not to pack all of the 'what if?' items that normally inundate our luggage.  I did, however, let the kids pick out some special gum for the trip.  

I don't chew gum, myself.  I've never liked it.  Something about chewing repeatedly on the same wad of goo totally grosses me out.  But the boys in my family like it just fine and I knew they'd like to have something new in the van for the ride.  The Boy made his special selection, and I set it in the garage along with some other things that needed to go on the trip. 

That evening I had just finished making dinner (Confucius Chicken Salad, since you asked) when Shawn walked in and mentioned that The Boy had just pulled the package of gum out of one of the dogs' mouths.  

A few months prior we had to take the white dog to the vet for an obstruction when he ate most of a whole coconut, shell and all.  The Boy had hacked it to bits with a machete for fun and left it in the front yard.  We discovered that Mr. Hugo has a penchant for coconut.  Hugo recovered fine, but I recalled one of the first things the vet had said to me that visit. "At least it wasn't a package of gum with xylitol."  

"Does that gum have xylitol in it?" I asked Shawn.  "Why? Does it matter?" he volleyed back.  "Yeah. It does."  

Although the gum my guys normally chew doesn't contain xylitol, the gum we'd bought special for the trip that the dogs had found in the garage did.  Figures.  Xylitol is highly toxic to dogs.  I wouldn't have known if Hugo hadn't eaten the coconut. Both of the dogs had eaten the gum, but we didn't know how much.  Equal amounts?  All of it by one of them?  We called the emergency vet located about 50 minutes away and they told us they needed to see the puppies immediately. Shawn threw them in the van with The Boy, and I stayed home with The Lady. 

Long story short, the vet ended up keeping them about 24 hours.  Hugo ended up needing glucose to keep him out of a hypoglycemic crash, but Bear is apparently indestructible.  $1300 later, I was able to bring them home. 

Shawn took the kids on to the beach on schedule Sunday morning, but I stayed behind to care for the dogs.  Hugo had some issues with diarrhea and wouldn't eat, so it wasn't until midday Tuesday that I could finally leave for the beach myself and leave the dogs to our house sitter.  The whole incident of carelessness where I'd tossed the gum in the staging stack had robbed me of nearly three days at the ocean, and nearly took our puppies lives. 

Here were the images I took Tuesday evening shortly after I arrived at the beach house and we trekked to my favorite place on the Earth. 


 

*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit Allison Gipson after you read this post to continue the circle.*

a year of stories - 27 of 52 by Carey Pace

*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit the effervescent AnnMarie Denis of One 33 Photography after you read this post to continue the circle.*


May 19th.  A few days before the very last day of school. 8:20pm.  The sun had dipped below 'our' horizon. It was a Thursday and there wasn't a baseball game or baseball practice.  It was an unplanned game of Catch-the-Frisbee-that-Daddy-Throws in the hopes that the Lady would catch one on her own, finally. 

There is nothing remarkable about these images and at the same time, they are remarkable all the more.  They are a glimpse into what it is like to be in this family. This is how we pass time.  This is how we spend time with each other.  This is who we are: playing together until there is no light left to play. 


*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit the effervescent AnnMarie Denis of One 33 Photography after you read this post to continue the circle.*