So, as those of you who are bloggers already know, not blogging leads to not blogging. And then that leads to more not blogging. Sorry I have been remiss. Here’s what’s been happening, or not happening, as the case may be along with 10 observations about being a pool nerd. THEN, I want to hear from you. What’s going on? What’s not going on? What do you wish was going on? Go ahead, vent, let ‘er rip, I’m listening.
I began my first summer as a SAHM or WAHM as the case may be. So far, so good. Kids need structure (and so do I), so we usually do up a little schedule on the white board. Along with fun summer stuff like looking for bugs, it includes things like mommy nap time. Why not?
A New Look
I cut off my Rapunzel hair and donated it to Locks of Love. I think it was the 4,237th time I put my hair in a ponytail that I decided I’m over it. It was fun and beautiful, but I was starting to look like a conehead in my swimcap. Not attractive.
We went to Sacramento for a week and stayed with two families. We do this every year. It gets easier and more fun as the kids get older. Highlight for me was running with Stefanie, a gal I met and ran with for 14 miles at the Lithia Loop Trail Marathon. She drove over an hour to meet me at 6:30am! LOVE her!
Hang Time with My Man
Summer. Hammock. Honey. Nuff said.
Painted Boobs & Violin Players on Stilts
I took the kids to the Oregon Country Fair! Totally fun! And the boobs were so well decorated, the kids never noticed the shirtless gals. We went for the sites and games and the butterfly plays and juggling, but mostly we went to see our favorite local band, Opal Creek! My running buddy Tanya is the kick-ass fiddle player.
My Effing Foot
…is still injured. The achilles thingy has turned into PF. I’ve been lap swimming like a maniac and have been pool running too. While in Cali, my running coach (oh, I should blog about that!), the famous Cathie Twomey Bellamy, sent me pool running workouts via email so I didn’t lose heart while on vacay. They are short and hard and send me ravenous, headfirst into the fridge afterward.
No Sweaty Van for Me
Because of my dang foot, I had to bail out of the Hood to Coast relay. It was a hard decision (though not as hard as bailing from the 50K earlier this year because of a calf strain). I won’t be running in the middle of the night, I won’t be sharing a sweaty van with 6 other sweaty people for 24 hours, I won’t be celebrating with my buddy Leah at the end. Bummer. We need a Run Momma Run team. Next year, ladies!!!
Stop! In the Name of Love
Just cuz I’m not running much, doesn’t mean I don’t love it and don’t want to be around it. Volunteering for the Run for the Memorial and the Butte to Butte this year was great. I love screaming friends’ names when they run by!
Lappin’ up the Swimming
So I’m at the pool. Almost. Every. Day. Here are my most recent tips and observations from the life of the injured-runner-swimmer.
1. For an extra tough workout, try pool running in your friend’s pool with 6 kids along with their 29 noodles and 17 floaties.
2. Don’t crack yourself up while lap swimming. Giggling underwater is kind of like foreplay for drowning.
3. A swim cap is anything but flattering, yet it does a great job at hiding my gray hair.
4. There is a ghost swimmer at Amazon Pool (confirmed by my swimming-running partner). More than once we have felt it tap our feet to pass, but no one appeared [insert howling, door-creaking, spooky sound here]
5. Swimming in the rain is like swimming on a sunny day except it’s colder when you get out and the lifeguards are crabbier.
6. You know family swim time has started for the year when you see dimes and bandaids at the bottom of the pool. (At that point, you play mind games to steer your thoughts away from what else may be lurking in the deep end.)
7. Injured runners are drawn to each other. I’ve run into a few on early lap swim mornings. It’s nice to share our stories, sigh, then say, “well, at least we have the pool.” I told Leah I want to make a suit that says, “I’d Rather Be Running”
8. I started to think I was becoming addicted to lap swimming, but then realized that I’m just looking for that high that I get with running. Sadly, I don’t get it with swimming. Maybe if I had a beer in the hot tub afterwards. hmmm.
9. Swimsuit companies need to get their sizing shit together. I’m sorry, Nike, but I have boobs. Your suits will never fit me.
10. I thought swimming on your period would be a drag, but hey, bloating works in your favor in this sport!
Ok, that’s what’s up with me. YOUR TURN! As my dad used to say, “what the go-down be?”