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And off he goes... Day 1


Mr. Urban is off on a new adventure.  

I am not too sure if its OK to write about it, but I hope it is, because here I am.


Starting today he is training for the Kaiser San Francisco half marathon.


And I am so proud of him.  

Not because just three years ago, one day he suddenly couldn't walk due to massive pain in his knee.  And after about a month of waiting for the pain to go away, he found out that a bone had grown out of his knee sideways, tearing all the muscles around it.  


Not even because after a painful surgery, his leg muscles had atrophied and he had to reteach them their job so he could walk again.


Not because he loves to be challenged. 

Not because his work schedule is, well, what it is, and his Outlook is always crammed full.  

And not because he is dinner daddy, and bath time daddy, and available fun husband, which keeps his non-working, non-sleeping hours very full too.  

And after all training for anything takes time and commitment. 

Last night when I asked him if he was doing this so he could enjoy eating whatever he wanted guilt free, which is apparently the only reason I ever do anything, he simply said "I do it to be a part of something bigger than myself".  

His 1/2 marathon team is raising money for Cancer.   
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  1. AnonymousNovember 6, 2010 at 1:00 PM

    Please let me know where to pledge for Mr. Urban's cause. I just lost a dear friend to that awful "C" word. Maybe we can all go cheer Mr. U when the day comes. Love, P

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  2. Urban GirlNovember 6, 2010 at 1:44 PM

    Thank you so much P. Will take you up on all the above. Happy Saturday :)

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