This dance ain’t for everybody…


I actually haven’t been pushing anything at all, except maybe the massive carnitas burrito I made last night into my mouth.

Speaking of things that aren’t for everybody, it’s official, I am no longer running.  I did two short runs last week, and all weekend had pretty horrible pain in my stomach, like where it was hard to walk, roll over, sit down…anything.  Doctor said the ligaments were just strained.   Miserable.  So I was sure to make everyone around me miserable too.

So now, when I come across pictures like this:

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…all I see is STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB. with each step.  It’s a shame, I miss running, but I’ll be back soon enough.

For now:

swimming

That’s more my style anyway.  I’ve been swimming 3-4x a week and walking to work every day.  So far I’m a fan the new training schedule.  It’ll be even more amazing when the outdoor pools open in like 3 weeks.  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Okie dokie artichokie

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Someone else is happy that the sun is out.

In addition to the garden and general happiness, this time of year is usually when training starts ramping up for the season.  Obviously, not this year.

So apparently now the baby is the size of an artichoke.

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This explains why my training has been super limited the past 4+ months.  And why there have been no posts about beer.  And why, with my last half marathon, I had to stop to pee 5x.  And why Vanessa and Emily were kind enough to join me for the second half of NYC.

And this:

gross

I was preg during the Smokey Mountain half and didn’t know it.  I’m blaming the baby for that sufferfest.

So what’s the plan?  Whelp, no more Ironman races for me this summer.  Or triathlons.  Or half marathons (my abs after NYC were sore for like a week).

Aside from lifting the ice cream spoon to my mouth, I’m going to keep wogging (walk/jogging) as long as I can.  And I cannot wait for the outdoor pools to open next month.  That is where I plan on spending most of the summer.

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Oh, and I have been booted from my yoga class, per the instructor’s request, until August.  So long, peacock.  We had a good run, I’m sure we’ll be back at square one when I return.

February Failure

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February Fitness was largely spent doing the above.  That’s really all there is to it.  But here are my monthly totals anyway:

Yoga: 4 hours + two semi-successful peacocks (I am temporarily suspended from attending my normal yoga class and have been trying to find a reasonable alternative, but that’s another story for another time)

Swim: 17,500 yards / 5hrs 30min

Run: 60.5 miles / 9hrs 15min

Geesh. Not really a ramp up from what I normally do, but…whatevs.

I cut 2 of my longer runs short this month due to feeling less than stellar.  Even so, not too worried about the half marathon.  But I did walk to work a whole bunch of times (4 miles round trip), which maybe might count for something sort of.

BUT!!  To counter all of this, one of my masters swimmers broke 100K yards of swimming this month, so I will take that as a personal victory (this guy would literally come to the pool 6 days a week and swim up to 7K BY HIMSELF.  what.)

There’s always next year.

…and Clusterf**k of the year goes to…

Our original plan for Big Shoulders was to drive up to Chicago.  But Paul is doing rotations, so he wasn’t sure what time he would be able to get out of the clinic.  The drive is about 6 hours, and if he got held up I didn’t want arrive at like 1am when I had to be down at the start to check in at 6 on Saturday morning.  We decided it would work best if I flew up after work, met up with my friend Jenny who we’d be staying with, and then Paul could join whenever he got there.

I spent the whole day at meetings in Louisville.   Here is how the breakdown of the rest of the day went:

3:30pm: I get dropped off at the airport by my coworker.  Flight is scheduled to leave at 5pm.

4:30: Flight is delayed to 6pm.  Mechanical issues.  I eat Quiznos.

4:45pm: Finish book #1.  Decide I’m going to be strong and wait it out and not buy another expensive airport book.

5:15pm: Paul calls.  He is leaving Lexington.  He has to drive through Louisville to get to Chicago.  We decide when he gets close to Louisville, he’ll call again and we’ll make an executive decision about whether or not I should hop in the car with him, depending on how the flight is looking.

5:30pm: Flight announces that departure is now delayed to 6:45.  Still due to mechanical issues.  I think back to all the emails I have received from Big Shoulders over the past week about the weather and how it’s supposed to thunder storm in Chicago Friday night, but clear up by Saturday morning.

6pm: Flight is delayed to 7.  I look up weather.com, see the storms aren’t really supposed to start until like 9ish, so we’re still in the clear.  I lay down and take a nap.

6:30: Wake up.  Decide I do, in fact, need another book as well as a bag of Gummi Savers.

6:40pm: Paul calls.  He’s about 15 minutes outside Louisville.  I go up to the AA ticket counter and ask if our flight has left its original destination.  They say it has, and it will be on the ground in 15 minutes, they promise we will be on board and in the air by 7:15.  I call Paul and tell him to keep going, I don’t need a ride.

7pm: Flight is now delayed until 7:30.  Go up to ticket counter to ask how that is possible when my flight should have already landed, only to learn that they had given me info about the WRONG FLIGHT TO CHICAGO (which was, in fact, boarding).

7:05: Call Paul 10x in a row hoping he’s not too far away to come get me.  He’s not answering.  Start texting him: PUT YOUR PHONE SOMEWHERE WHERE YOU CAN HEAR IT RING.  Because that will get him to answer.

7:10pm: Go up to ticket counter, ask about the correct Chicago flight.  They say it is in the air, will be there by 7:45.  Announce on the loudspeaker that the flight delayed until 8.

7:15: Paul calls back.  He is sorry, phone was on vibrate.  He’s 20 miles outside Louisville.  Asks if he should turn around.  We hem and haw and finally decide no, the flight is on it’s way here, no need for him to drive an extra 40 miles.

7:30pm: People in the waiting area are starting to talk about thunderstorms, start calling AA customer service and playing the updated flight status on speaker in the waiting area.

7:40: I see our plane pull up.  Wait for them to start boarding us.

8pm: Announce that the flight is delayed “at least another 45 minutes” due to weather.  Say that anyone with a connecting flight should come up first, people who have Chiciago as their final destination they’ll deal with when the flight actually gets cancelled.  Not sounding promising.  I call Paul.  He is just outside Indianapolis.  He says if I don’t get on a flight to Chicago, he is turning around and coming home, he’s not staying at my friend’s house without me.

8:15: I get up to the ticket counter and explain the situation to the ticket man.  I ask him, if he were me, should I rely on the flight getting me there tonight?  Or should I have Paul turn around and come get me?  He says: “You want my honest opinion?  Have your husband come get you.”

8:20pm: Paul turns around from Indianapolis and starts driving back to Louisville.

8:25-8:45pm: I call AA, they say if I cancel my flight I can get a voucher for another ticket.  So since Paul is already heading back, I cancel and accept the voucher.  They then explain that I can use my voucher on any flight for the same value or less.  Sounds good!  Not a total loss, right?  Horray!  BUT: In order for me to use said “voucher”, I will have to pay a $150 fee for rescheduling.  My ticket cost $120.  Thank you, American.

9pm: I hang up the phone with AA and call Jenny to tell her the situation.  As I’m doing that, they start boarding my flight.  That I just cancelled.

9:10pm: I call Paul.  He’s 20 miles outside Louisville.

9:20pm: I give the stinkeye to the guy behind the counter as he swiping tickets for people to board the plane.  He sees me and goes, “What are you still doing here??  I thought your ride was coming!” I ignore and walk out of security to the pick up area.

9:45: Paul arrives.  He’s been driving for 5 hours by himself.  He’s exhausted.  We decide the swim is not worth another 4 hours in the car.  We debate staying in Louisville for the night but don’t know where to stay.  Decide to head back to Lexington.

11:30pm: Arrive home.

…and that is how I hung out in the Louisville airport for 6 hours without ever getting on a flight, made Paul drive in a 6 1/2 hour circle and, after so much hype, did not end up doing the swim in Chicago.

To Freeze or Not To Freeze

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This morning I got an email from Big Shoulders saying the water is a delicious 78 degrees right now, but “forecasts call for heavy rain this coming weekend due to the remnants of Hurricane Isaac” which could churn up the lake and drop temps significantly.  Participants have until the 5th to change their entry from the non-wetsuit to wetsuit division.

Despite the fact that I wear a heavy jacket in the office 365 days a year and regularly lose feeling in my feet from cold, I’ve never seriously considered wearing a wetsuit for an open water swim, even though you do go faster.  Part of the reason is because I still kind of feel like wearing a wetsuit is wimpy or something.  Another is that so far it just hasn’t been necessary for any of the swims I’ve done.

But also, in my mind at least, dealing with the conditions is part of the sport.  Pool swimming is for shaving down and wearing high-performance gear and nailing your technique and having everything. go. PERFECTLY. so you can out-touch your opponent by .0001 seconds.  Open water is where you fight for clean water and sight and navigate through seaweed and (hopefully no) animals and…deal with the elements.  That’s what makes it different.  And fun.

So, whether it rains or not this weekend, no wetsuit for me.  (We’ll ignore the fact I don’t own one, so there’s a problem in and of itself.)  Lucky (?) for me, I’ve spent the past few weeks (unintentionally) putting on an extra layer of blubber.  In the past, I have done shorter swims (30 minutes) in the low 60s and even low-50s during the few months that I swam at the Dolphin Club up in SF (like, 5 years ago, but still).  So I’m hoping 75 minutes or so in temperatures closer to 70 will be fine.

Regardless, I will most likely need a little flame sax before I hop in the water.

Old Spice Muscle Music from Terry Crews on Vimeo.

MUSCLE.  MUSCLE.  MUSCLE.  FLEX.

Thanks to Joe for the video.

Just keep swimming… + a wedding

So it turns out August might not be the best month to really ramp up your swimming regimen in Lexington.  With the UK pool closed and half of the outdoor pools shut down because school has started, and the half that are open usually jam packed with 3 club teams sharing 4 lanes…it’s ugly.  So the only real option is getting up at 5 to go to the Y…which, seriously, I’m just not going to do during the one month of the year that I don’t coach.

But guess what’s just around the river bend.

Training started out ok…I was good about swimming at least 3500-4000 every day when we were out in SB in July, and when I got home from that trip I shocked myself by coming up with long sets and doing the whole thing after work BY MYSELF, including a few 3K swims straight for time.  Like, what?

But last week work got super busy with travel, and this past weekend I was out in LA for my cousins wedding, which calls for a…SIDE POST:

the beautiful bride and father

part of the paternal side of the fam looking so sad because we missed molly so much

a classy granny…i can only hope that this is genetic and i look that good at 86

…and my dad in a yarmulke

So the wedding was wonderful and the bride was stunning and…it was in LA!  So all of my time was spent either with family or in the ocean, or with family in the ocean.  No complaining there.  But none of it training.  Even though I sometimes count body surfing as a swim workout.  Almost.  Because it’s my favorite thing to do ever.

When I got back, crazy work schedule + Paul’s 24 hour shifts continued, along with a peeling forehead from forgetting to put on sunscreen (really great for client meetings.)  But I did finally manage to hop in on Thursday and squeeze a 2000 “for time” (really I just tried to hold a steady pace and feel comfortable) into my workout.  But that’s all I’ve done in almost 3 weeks.

Got another longer swim on the docket for tomorrow morning (anyone who wants to join…call me) and I’ll continue to do my best to cram for the next 3 weeks, but I’m pretty sure things are going to be touch and go until UK opens up again in September.

Moral of the story: might be best to start preparing for a painful swim in Chicago.

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P.S.  Good luck to Joe who is running the Old Farts Marathon this weekend up in Michigan, a marathon that sounds brutal, is full of hills that appear to be named after my father and his brothers (Ed, Chuck…), and that you apparently don’t have to be an old fart to race in.   GO GET EM

What’s up

My coworker is out of town for a week.  Me and my XXX cubetree are fishsitting for him while he’s gone.   Come back from traveling to all sorts of responsibility.  Life is rough.

In other news, guess who passed boards and started rotations.

…and guess who doesn’t care in the background.  His first round is OB/GYN, so he’ll be getting to deal with all sorts of prolapsed whathaveyou and whatnot.  I’m hoping his notes from boards that I found laying on his desk one day will help him out.

This has been a busy summer for me.  The past few weekends have looked something like this:

my namesake on the dancefloor at my cousin’s wedding in boston
denver
san diego
carmel
ben’s chili bowl, 3am, washington dc

I am not complaining.  At all.  This past weekend in DC celebrating Kristin’s 30th was amaze.  But I am tired.  And the Olympics won’t let me go to bed before midnight.  But there’s nothing that can be done about that, it’s just going to be a minimal sleep week.

Speaking of the Olympics, I am really hoping that Lochte getting trounced on the anchor leg of the 4 x 100 free relay and again in the 200 free will be enough for him to ditch the grill on the podium.  Bring the tool factor down a notch.

Hot Hot Heat

Yes, that’s right.  Hotness to the max.

Weather forecast for today…and yesterday, and the day before that, and tomorrow: too hot to move with lots of humidity.

The good news about the heat is that it’s PERFECT weather to go enjoy a swim outside now that the public pools are open.  And considering I’m registered for the Big Shoulders 5K open water swim in Chicago in September and have swam exactly twice in the past 5 weeks, this pool motivation is a good thing.  Got a long swim workout with Allison on the calendar tomorrow morning to get the ball rolling.

Time to get back in the water.   Aw hecks yeah.

The secret to these pools is to get there early, before the hairballs and bandaids take over.

Speaking of sporting events, BIG FAT SHOUT OUT to everyone who is racing the 70.3 in Munice, IN tomorrow.  Please don’t melt.  Remember, ice is your friend.

I’ll leave you with A Midsummer Evening’s Walk With Spike: In Pictures.

We got about a block before he plopped down and wouldn’t move.  So he got carried home.  Fortunately his baby pool was waiting for him there.

And yes, for reals.  Dog ice cream.  WTF Marsha.

Enjoy the weekend, stay cool.

Trials

The European Cup (Paul is obsessed), Olympic Trials (craziness in track and field), NBA draft (huge for Kentucky), the Tour de France (starting this weekend)…it’s an interesting phenomenon watching all these amazing athletic feats going on while your own body slowly turns into a pile of mush.

This past week from 8-9pm every night has been devoted to watching swimming.  I really think I enjoy Trials more than the actual Olympics. They are so fricking exciting.

And while the whole Phelps/Lochte thing is so overdone, and Rowdy Gains and Dan Hicks feel the need to sit in each other’s laps while they announce (see above), there are moments like this:

breeja larson winning the 100 breast, first time an A&M swimmer has ever won at olympic trials

…and this…

matt grever’s family celebrating his olympic berth (picture taken by a friend who is attending the event…awesome)

…and this.

first olympic team for both of them

I pretty much tear up after every race.

So far I have been the only one home when they’re on, so I settle in with Spike and a box of popsicles (it’s been like 90* here at night, ridiculously hot) and yell and cheer and scare the dog while slowly making my way through the box.  It takes a lot out of you. And kind of feels like exercise.  I recommend it.

P.S. Germany just lost to Italy in the European Cup.   It’ll be a sad night at the in-laws.