So here we go again, or, shall I say, here I go again. It's summer in Oak Park and Ironman is coming. Crazy time!!!! Yesterday I polished off a list of every workout that I aspire to finish before the end of summer. When I can fit the whole thing on a sheet of paper, it's some sort of sign. Well, it actually looks like some of the scratchy scratchy rantings that women on Telegraph Ave. (Berkeley) used to carry around and refer to, but to me it's a meditation, a method, an approach to organizing my time and goals. But in response to the thickening of the training module, I'm up and down, emotionally, energetically, it's all in the package.
|hmmmm....at least 80 workouts in 80 days...see a problem here?|
Today is a spectacular example of such. The weather is simply fabulous, perfection indeed. But as early as 6-something this morning I was grousing around in the pool. Someone disobeyed pool etiquette this morning and when he didn't stop with the gentle pat that I applied to his heel, I simply grabbed his whole foot and stopped him, in order to swim by. Poor fool, he didn't realize that it was a Master's workout and he was jumping in front of me, as I was leading about 5 other people into the final 100 of a 1500 meter set. You just don't do that. But I was up again and in good spirits soon after, joking around with chums and preparing for a fabulous Friday. Now that the kids are away (zoo, and travel swim meet), I can polish off my first attempt at yarn-bombing in the backyard. I've got a concept that will involve lacing high yarn bomb for wily grape vines to travel upon and over.
|See the sky? NOT California!!! It's right here!!!!|
|Rope from hardware store, heavy duty fun!|
|I'm so fond of the lattice of wires in our sky. It is what it is.|
|The slouching of which i speak: no longer a perfect square....|