Showing posts with label rowing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rowing. Show all posts

04 November 2014

A lot happens in 6 months...


I'm going to row again. All because of this. I got inspired.

That's the latest, anyway.

Filling you in, in reverse order, on my life over the past six months...and trying to keep it brief...here's what's been going on...

Halloween happened.
Miss C kept changing her mind on what to be. I don't even know what she ended up trick-or-treating as, but she got this great big sucker that made her very happy. X was a faceless, voiceless shadow, AKA Chromeface. G was Fizz the Tidal Trickster and Q-Man was a ninja...like many other fourth graders at his school.


We hit up the very expensive, local pumpkin patch. Lots of bouncy castles and slides for the low, low price of $10/30 minutes per kid. And pumpkins were NOT included. It's such a racket. But the kids had a BLAST!
A few days before Halloween, she got an Elsa dress that, while delightful to twirl in, did not make the trick-or-treating cut.
That crazy, 10-day Fall break at my kids' school happened...

We played CandyLand and got an Anna costume...that also did not make the Halloween cut.



We went to the beach to see the sun set, ran races at the San Francisco Zoo, and did speed work at the local track.
We also did some hiking in a princess nightgown that was worn for 5 (not kidding) consecutive days.


Ragnar Napa Valley happened...

I was invited to drive for Team You're the Wine that I Want. It was so much fun. Kind of more fun that running it probably would have been...at least for me! Cathryn, Jen, Jess, Sabrina, Amanda, Janet, Jim, Matt, Rich, BT, and another Jen (?) took me on a fun trip that involved too many inside jokes and a triple espresso. I can't wait to do it again :)
Summer vacation happened...
Lots of camping in the redwoods and hiking in the East Bay hills. My hip is officially GOOD. Actually GREAT!!!! My oldest son and I got up to over 13 miles of hiking...pain-free...except for the pain in my ears from his whining...actually he wasn't really THAT bad :) And I'm feeling awesome enough to have entered to walk a marathon. I fell in love with the Humboldt redwoods and so decided to walk in the Avenue of the Giants Marathon next May.

And that's my life in a nutshell since May 12th.


What's the best thing that's happened to you in the last 6 months?


Random picture of yummy grape sorbet from a fancy Napa restaurant.














20 February 2013

Still smiling ...

Today I go and maybe get a giant needle stuck into my hip and have stuff injected in there. But I might not. It depends on what the doctor says. I hope he says,

LET'S DO IT!!!!

because I am eager to get the show on the road even though it's needles and needles freak the crap out of me. If it works, if it doesn't work...at least it's a starting point. So I'm smiling even though I haven't run since I can't even remember. 


Thanks, everyone, for your shared excitement about the rowing. It was really fun. I did it twice last week, and that will be all...for now. Deciding to proceed with the prolotherapy course of treatment (which is not covered by insurance) will be a financial commitment that will already stretch us. Rowing is way more expensive than I had imagined. I had a hard time keeping a straight face when I was given the cost breakdown. What the WHAT? LOL! And, dude, 4:40 a.m. is sooooooo f*cking early!!! 

For now the energy will be focused on healing or treating or whatevering my sweet little hurting hip :) I will not curse it. I will be loving it and nurturing it and promising to do right by it.

As I ponder what lies ahead, I've been spending time hanging with one of my favorite girls...

Can't catch me!

Yeah, right now I can't...but wait until I get this hip sorted ;-)


We know who runs the show around here...

...and clearly, it isn't me!

Alrighty, time to go be a mom. Because guess what? My kids are ON VACATION!!!! Might be a good time to take a trip to the zoo ;-)

I'll be sure to report back about how the doctor appointment goes!

What would you want to do if you were a kid on vacation? Don't say Disneyland...think local :)

Ever tried a course of treatment that seemed experimental? How'd it go?


p.s. Jingle Bell Hellers...i have NOT forgotten about you! 




15 February 2013

grrrrind grrrrind grrrrrrriiinnnndddddd...

Every time I take a step now, I see this in my mind...


My hip doesn't hurt any more than it ever has...in fact, it feels a whole ton better than it did when it felt its worst several years ago, but after hearing "bone-on-bone"... my mind goes to the mental image of a rough-hewn mortar and pestle...grriinnddding away. I'll bet you're cringing in sympathy pain right about now ;-)

The big question now is what to do.

Here's what I KNOW helps ME feel better:

  • good, deep tissue massage
  • chiropractic adjustments – that leg yank always is amazing
  • exercise – I actually feel more pain now than when I was running and doing more in general
  • the fact that I've pretty much eaten an anti-inflammatory diet for about 5 years now (yeah, some wiggle room there like I do eat sugary stuff sometimes...I wonder how good I'd feel if I cut that out? think I might try it...)
  • stretching, foam rolling, rolling on a tennis ball or lacrosse ball
  • destressing and meditation, this includes getting good rest/sleep
I started doing research last week and read each and every comment and email and message regarding surgeries and treatment/management ideas and workout alternatives and here is what I've come to realize:

  • I'm not ready for surgery emotionally.
  • I'm very good at hearing what my body is telling me, so I will continue to listen closely to it. It tells me "you don't need surgery yet, but you've got to do something"
  • I'm possibly in denial (don't say to me out loud "yes, you are" because eventually I will figure that out) but I am hanging onto a hope that my body has amazing healing abilities and so want to pursue ideas that embrace and utilize that hope.
  • I'm not really interested in running much or at all if it's going to hurt, but if it doesn't hurt...
  • I've really missed rowing.
  • Rowing is really f*cking expensive!
  • I tend to think outside the conventional box.
Decision #1...

I'm going for my first prolotherapy consultation on Wednesday. 

The worst that can happen (or so it seems) is that it won't do anything for me. I can live with that. If that turns out to be the case, then I look at other options. Easy.

The hardest part of this hip deal is realizing that, unlike a broken foot or torn hamstring, this is not going to get "better." I am not going to take 8 weeks off, doing pilates and swimming and biking or nothing, and then it will knit itself back together and be good as new. It's done. It's gone. I have to work with this forever...whether as a surgeried-on joint or other. 

The next time you're sitting out with an illness that will end or an injury that will heal, yes, it will be frustrating and hard, but remember how much worse it could be. Take time to take care of your body. If you're sick or hurting...give that awesome body a break. Don't curse it. Don't ignore it. You really don't want to have to deal with something like this. Trust me.

 **This recent series is important for me. It's really helpful to write these things out and look at them. Bear with me as I go through this process! Who knows? You might learn something useful :) **

10 February 2013

Old things becoming new things...


A few days before I got the bad news, I had made arrangements to go check something out. I had been feeling discouraged about running and thought maybe a little change-up might help.

The checking-out happened on Saturday morning. I was so fortunate that it was gorgeous out instead of cold and windy and rainy...


 Sunrise and San Quentin Penitentiary

I had opted to go for a ride in the coach's launch and talk with the coach about the team instead of hopping in a boat. I must confess, the moment I pulled up into the parking lot I started quivering with excitement. While I was glad I had chosen to not row that morning, my appetite was whetted. 

A little morning choppiness out on the SF Bay...


 ...but pretty glassy down by the inlet.

I can't wait until Wednesday.

I'm going to row.

At least, I'm going to try it.




30 May 2012

Sort of like a fairytale...only not. (Entry for Oiselle's Totally Trials Contest)


One of my favorite running buddies and I are throwing our combined hat into the ring and entering the Oiselle Totally Trials contest, the winners of which will get to see the last three days of the Olympic Track and Field Trials in Eugene, Oregon. The grand prize includes not just tickets to the events but airfare, lodging, and a post-race bash DJ'ed by MC Hammer. The whole concept just feels too legit to quit. "F*CK YEAH!!!" was RoseRunner's response when I asked if she was interested. Good to know we're on the same page.


Part of the contest asks us what we want to see and who we want to meet if we were to win. Our answers:  

  • We'd both like to meet the oldest female competitor. 
  • We both like the relays because it isn't always about a superstar...it is about being a part of something. 
  • We also both like the long jump because it is akin to flying.  
  • I really admire the javelin throwers because I have actually tried to throw a javelin and have felt the challenges of the combination of coordination, explosiveness, and total body strength.
And without further ado, here is our story...


Once upon a time...


...and they lived happily ever after...
...in Hammer pants.

*If you're confused as to why I chose the background music... well, did you forget that MC Hammer will be the DJ at the post-race bash? And since major memories are sparked when I hear it, and both RoseRunner and I have lived in his hometown, it became necessary to use it.*

28 May 2012

Olympic Trials... and Whatever Happened to Carl Lewis?

There is a contest going on right now...and you know how I love a good contest. First, there was the one where I defeated Charo and Darth Vader. And remember the humiliating contest that won me $300 to lululemon. And let's not forget Nuun and Hood to Coast.

Anyway...the new contest...

Oiselle (a women's running apparel company) will award a trip to the Olympic Track and Field Trials in Eugene, Oregon to the team of two women who somehow convince them they are worthy or interesting enough or maybe just know how to behave in public (ut-oh...I think that might eliminate me right off the bat).

Well, I want to go. And my companion and I have until tomorrow (Tuesday, May 29) at midnight to pull it together. It might happen. And it might not. If you're a woman reading this and want to go to the Track and Field Trials, you should totally enter. Yes, you have to be a woman to enter.

In my search for inspiration, I found this gem of a video. Touted as being "so bad good it hurts." Yep...it does...



Are you cringing?

Have you ever been to an Olympic Trials event in any sport? What did you think?
–I went to the Olympic Trials for rowing in 1988 and 1992. It was a lot of fun, mostly because I had a lot of friends participating. And they were only about an hour away from where I was living at the time. I always liked it the most when the very deserving underdog prevailed...not to say that all the athletes weren't necessarily deserving. In 1992, one of my friend's was DQ'ed for doping violations. His boat wasn't the winning boat so fortunately his teammates weren't affected, but he was barred from competition for a couple of years. He didn't care so much for a couple of reasons: 1) he was 'old' and it was his swan song regatta and 2) he felt it was kind of bullshit because it was due to a standard dose of over-the-counter cough medicine. He was super sick and took Robitussin containing a banned substance (one type of Robitussin contained something illegal and another didn't...but he was pretty delirious and just took whatever was in front of him). 

29 April 2012

Some points on team selection...

A long time ago I used to row.

I rowed a lot.

I wasn't the best...not by a long shot, but I was pretty good.

Rowing is, for the most part, a team sport...unless you're in a single. Some might say technically that's sculling...but whatever. Sculling can also happen in a team format. I did a lot of sculling, too, and I'm just calling it all rowing. So the two rowers reading this who are getting all twisted about nomenclature, chill out.

A team usually means more than one person. Generally, there is a process for selecting the members of a team. It can be as simple as two (or more) people looking at each other and saying, "Hey! Let's be a team!" And when there are the exact same number of people looking at each other as the size of the team requires, things are usually quite straightforward. Everyone makes the team!


Happy, happy :)


But sometimes it gets complicated.

For example, sometimes there are more people interested in being on the team than the size of the team will allow. This situation requires an actual selection process. A selection process can happen in a myriad of ways, some of which are listed below...note: this is not a finite list:
  1. Some of the people realize that the intensity of the other interested parties is greater than/less than their own, and they maturely recuse themselves from the mix.
  2. Some of the people think they see these differences and immaturely start excluding the 'undesirable(s)' from team communications with no conversation.
  3. A series of selection criteria might be utilized. The criteria could be closely related to the team event or could be completely seemingly inconsequential...or something in between.
  4. A vote might be taken (a popularity contest, if you will).
  5. Some might resort to bribery or blackmail (buying or weaseling their way onto the team).
  6. A coach (or selection committee) might step in. 
In any event, once you get more people into the mix, someone is bound to get left out. It is never really fair. And feelings are almost always hurt. And no matter how determined one is to not take it personally, not making the team always stings. There has to be a reason. And you have to know it. It feels a lot like getting dumped.

In all those years of rowing, I learned some valuable lessons about team selection. The first is this: whenever you put yourself out there, remember you are doing it by choice...no one is making you do it. Number two...however the sh*t shakes out is how it is and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it this time. (Well, except some people do complain about Olympic team selection and take coaches and committees to court ...yes, coaches and committees do bogus crap sometimes). You can hope to be better prepared next time...if it is, indeed, what you really want. And if you're not interested in trying again, you might want to look at that and ask yourself as you're feeling pissed off at not making the team, "How badly did I really want it?" The third really important thing I took away from team selection processes was this: unless you are a superstar (not just in your mind but in actuality) or a favorite (yes, coaches and committees do play favorites), you have to get yourself in a position somehow in which the coach or committee cannot turn you down...you have to create such a strength of presence that in some way shows you are invaluable to the team. 

Or you could just go form your own team. 

It took being left off of a LOT of teams for me to learn all of these lessons. Getting cut two days before Nationals was no fun and was pretty demoralizing. Three and a half years of training to finally get to race for the first time as a senior in college was emotionally grueling. Being a member of the fastest boat in training and having it torn apart by the coach less than a week before the big race pissed us all off. There are so many stories I could share... remember, I rowed for a long time.

The bottom line is this...

A selection process comes with a certain amount of subjectivity unless it is set up to be purely objective. When there is a review, when the decisions are placed in the hands of individuals instead of based upon marks on a tally sheet outlining specific points to be rotely accrued or the time shown by the hands (or digits) of a clock or placement in a trials race, opinions and taste and entrant cohesiveness come into play. Team selection is rarely a random process. As with all areas of life, when you give it your best shot and you fall short of the mark, the best way to handle it is to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, take pride in knowing you did your darndest and start prepping for the next go-round. 


05 April 2012

Blister Care

What do you do when you get a blister?

When I used to row, I got blisters at every seasonal transition. In the spring when we went back out on the water after a winter of land training, the oar shredded my hands that were no longer appropriately callused. When summer's humidity kicked in...a new set of blisters appeared. As we headed back indoors in the late fall and winter, more time on the rowing machines meant different blisters and different calluses.

People often wonder why rowers don't wear gloves. Maybe rowers do nowadays, but back when I was rowing we never wore gloves. You lose your feel for the oar. And rowing is all about feel. Rowing with a hand covered with blisters is near impossible. You have to "take care" of them. The proper technique is necessary to avoid ripping or infection. If a blister rips, it is then an open wound. It is excruciating to put any pressure on an open wound. Sitting out practice time means your boat is without you. Going without you for too long necessitates replacement. Minimizing (or avoiding) time out of the boat was of tantamount concern.

I'm sharing with you the blister-popping method that I learned back in the day. I got the blister in question on Tuesday, popped it Wednesday, ellipticalled on it Wednesday night and ran on it this morning. This method is highly effective. Watch and learn :)



Addendum:  the additional peroxide use is somewhat overkill. Either peroxide or alcohol will work well.

Additional addendum:  cover with a bandaid to protect it from dirt for a few days.

Remember... happy feet = happy runners :)

11 March 2012

Rowing 101: for my friend, Blonde Ponytail...this is how it's done

Just a few days ago, my good friend Blonde Ponytail remarked how she used to think rowing was 'a waste of time.'

For shame...for shame...

Here's a video of the best 'time wasters' in the world doing what they do best and doing it as best they can...



And if that didn't convince you...



I know you've changed your mind about that 'waste of time' thing.

Am I right?

03 February 2012

Vecchio Venerdì... A Quadruple Scull


Just in case you didn't believe me when I said I was small for a rower...



I'm the small one.

Sitting bow was great...not only was I responsible for steering the boat, but I also got to tell everyone what to do. Very 'in charge.'

eXtra Large Marge In Charge

Now you have a visual to go with the joke :)

*photo from 1998 when I was 34*

28 December 2011

Re-Learning How to Run

I've never really paid much attention to how I run. Okay, that's not entirely true. When I was younger (like a teenager...30 years ago), I 'ran like a girl.' Knock-kneed and bow-legged at the same time, feet flying out to the side...really uncomfortable to do and watch. It was slow and painful, and I was the butt of many jokes. I hated running.

Apparently, that is still my 'go-to' style when I am completely and utterly spent.

One day, I decided I didn't want to run like a sissy anymore (not to intimate that you are a sissy if you run like that...remember, I was young and impressionable when I drew this conclusion).

So I completely changed how I ran...all by myself. No coach. No special shoes. No video feedback. It took awhile for it to feel natural and 'easy,' but eventually it did. As running got more comfortable, I was able to run farther with more ease...and run faster. But I still didn't like running.

Initially, running was something we had to do for crew. The running part of training was usually in the winter when we couldn't go out and row on the water because the lake (or river) was frozen, so it was fuh-reeeee-zing. This was in the days before wicking fabrics and water-resistant-yet-breathable workout gear, so I extra didn't enjoy running. I guess maybe even with my new gait I was, in fact, still a bit of a sissy.

Back then, when I was making changes to my gait and running in cotton in sleet and snow, no one was talking about barefoot running or forefoot striking or midfoot striking...we were just running. My 'new' gait served me well for close to two decades, with nearly no running-related injuries and setting all of my still-standing-and-unslouchy PR's. But now things are different.

Primarily, I am coming back from a really long break, and that break was due to a weird injury and 8 years of chronic pain. A few months ago, my physical therapist suggested adjusting things to a midfoot strike as a way to keep my hip healthy and pain-free. Do you know how hard it is to change the way you run? I've already done that! And now you're asking me to do that again? Sheesh.

I was reluctant to do things differently. I was okay doing it same-old-same-old...more or less. And adjusting would take away from training, and I run precious little as it is...kind of the bare minimum to be able to complete a half-marathon in decent shape. But last night I ran for the first time in well over a week...and only the third time since December 4th. And I ran in my new shoes...


Interestingly, the combination of some time off and the new shoes directed me to a new way of running!


Without even thinking about it, I was not heel-striking. I actually tried to make myself run 'normally' and couldn't do it comfortably. Luckily, I remembered that changing one's gait should not be done hurriedly, so even though it felt great, I kept it to a mellow 3 miles. My calves were feeling it. Thorough stretching, rolling and icing followed the run, and today they feel fine. So does my hip :)

I figure that at this point in my training cycle it is okay to make this kind of change...things are just starting out and aren't too hot n' heavy yet. If I find out that I am wrong, I'll just figure something else out :P Minimizing pain and injury is more important to me than speed. For now, anyway.






03 November 2011

What else do you want to know?

Versatility and more... that's me :) And Megan from WatchMeGoRun spotted it from across the room and has tagged me with that killer award...


Thanks, girl :) 

In case you didn't know, Megan and I were the two Leg 12 runners on the Nuun Hood to Coast Relay teams... we bonded :)


The rules of this meme (for those of you who are unfamiliar or have forgotten) is that I am to share 7 random things about myself and then tag 15 more bloggers with this thing so that they can share 7 random things about themselves. This makes for a lot of random sharing...the dilemma for me is always how far or how random to take it.

This time I'm not going entirely random. I've made selections that exemplify my versatility :)

Let's start...

Numero Uno... way back when the dinosaurs ruled the earth and I was rowing (it is a lie that humans and dinosaurs didn't exist at the same time... they did... I was there),

See? Proof.

it was customary to row on either the starboard OR the port side (meaning your oar stuck out of the boat on your left or your right)

OR to scull (meaning you had a smaller oar in each hand).

I did it all. Major versatility points.

Number Two... another prehistoric versatility tidbit from The Land Before Time and also rowing-related: Not only did I row three ways, but I rowed as both a lightweight (under 130 lbs) and open. Additionally, I coxed (steered the boat and yelled at the rowers, generally in a very motivational and engaging manner). And I won or medaled at some US national championships between 1986 and 1992 in each category. You might think I'd have gotten a little respect. But no... read on.

#3... despite my seeming-prowess as a rower, if you were to ask anyone from my rowing days about me, me being awesome as a rower is not the first thing that would pop into his or her mind. They would be more inclined to remember me as being a total pain in the a** with a loud, foul mouth who was just too small to amount to anything and couldn't understand why I beat my head against the rowing brick wall for so long. And then they might tell the legend of the legendary grapefruits whose perfection was the stuff of legend...
Just ask MissZippy :P

Numéro Quatre... by the end of my sophomore year in college, I had 27 add/drop sheets on file. Versatility... or indecision?

Cinco!... When I sing any tune, it is entirely UNrecognizable. However, when I was 35, I was in a play and had to sing a solo. I didn't know this when I auditioned and still didn't know it until about 4 weeks into the rehearsal process...at which point I kind of freaked out. For every one of the 8 performances, every time I stood up and opened my mouth, I was completely and utterly terrified that it would be horrible. It never was. In fact, it was good! In fact, my whole family was totally amazed because they all know how lame a singer I am. But as soon as the play was over... lame singer once again :(

Sei... I love to drive. I can drive a car with a manual transmission... and right- or left-hand drive... and even on the wrong side of the road (or the right side, if you're in one of those countries who do that). I can drive a big truck...not like an 18-wheeler, though I would love to try that... as well as a 'regular' car. I would love to go to the Bob Bondurant School of High Performance Driving...or something like it.


Lucky Number Seven... I've had awards like this bestowed upon me before, and you can see 7 more random things in each of those posts by clicking here, herehere and here :) And to prove that I am good at math I will tell you that's 28 more random things. I like sharing!


I'm giving the 15 tags to new Taking It On followers... I need to know more about you people! Are you weird? Are you normal? Are you boring? Are you psychotic? Do you know how to make toast? Do you swear like a trucker or are you judicious with your language? Why do you do what you do?
  1. bobbi at Zero to 26.2
  2. Heather @ Just a Colorado Gal
  3. The SF Road Warrior
  4. Rain who is Going the Distance
  5. Lauren the Running Cook 
  6. Ali Mc who is Running w/ Spatulas
  7. Susie of Footbeats
  8. Gidget Goes Running
  9. Kathy at Just Keep Running
  10. Mike of Just a little run...
  11. Erica from FreeFringes
  12. through 15. anyone who wants to play... I didn't not name anyone on purpose! I like knowing more about everyone :) ... and tell us in your comment that you are going to do it!

22 October 2011

Garmin Grief

I know my non-running readers will think this is a typo and that I meant to type "Gremlin Grief", and that perhaps I am experiencing some sort of Gremlin invasion like in that movie...

or that perhaps I drive a Gremlin and, of course, am experiencing grief over that hideous and poorly-constructed vehicle... and they are puzzled as to how such an intelligent person as I could choose to drive such a crime against automotive nature.


No.

It is not a typo.

A Garmin is a little GPS device that I strap to my wrist. It tells me how far I've run and for how long and how fast. It is supposed to be the answer to all my running problems. It is supposed to make me happier, sexier, faster, smarter...

Lies. All lies.

Don't get me wrong... it is a super nifty device, and it does about a billion things that I don't even know about. So far, I can turn it on and off, charge it, and recently I learned how to make it beep at me at every mile. It does tell me how long and how far I've been running. And it is supposed to give me accurate pace. That is a lot of valuable and helpful information. But for some reason, it always gets me tense and screwed up.

Well, not 'for some reason'... I know why.

All that info-sharing... I remember this from my rowing days. Sitting on the rowing machine with the little read-out staring me in the face... showing me my output... speed, elapsed time, distance covered, strokes per minute. Realizing where you were in the workout, knowing that you were not as fast as you should be, watching your stroke rate become erratic as you got tired or for some reason lost focus. But there were other days when those numbers in front of you were exciting and cause for smiles. We used to put electrical tape over the read-out so as to prevent emotional distraction from interfering with the workout.

One of the hardest things about my Garmin is that the pace seems super erratic. There is no way I jump from 11:14 to 8:48 to 9:44 all in about 50 yards distance while maintaining an even effort and gait. But this happens all the time. I really never can trust the pace part... which for me is the whole point. Pre-Garmin, I had no problem piecing together routes with Googlemaps, and I have a watch that works just fine. I really wanted something to help me keep track of my pace between the miles and made it so I didn't have to do lengthy mathematical calculations while running to keep track of how things were going.

On Tuesday I did speedwork. Please explain to me how running a quarter-mile (0.25 mile) in 1:57 is 7:55 pace. That is what skeevin', lyin', cheatin' Mr. Garmin tried to tell me. By my calculations, it is 7:48. Kind of important when I was shooting for 1:45. And more than a little frustrating.

Last night I did a 5-mile progression run. After the first two miles, I realized that Mr. Garmin was all over the pace-map like a cheap suit. My per-mile paces when the lap beeped were right on, but the in-between readings were bouncing all over the place. I forsook Mr. Garmin and went by feel for the next two miles. Paces were right on and there was no stress associated with seeing numbers significantly too fast and significantly too slow. I was toast at that point, mentally and physically, and backed off for my last mile. Listening to my body ;-)

I know my lesson here is to not rely on the Garmin. But since I even do my speedwork at home on my loops, having that on-going pacing feature would be super helpful.

Does anyone suffer from similar Garmin Grief? Does anyone know how to remedy this glitch?... I would need step-by-step, 'for dummies' directions.

Has anyone ever owned or even ridden in an AMC Gremlin for real? My dad had a Pinto, which is almost as bad but not nearly as ugly.

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Remember:  a Moving Comfort sports bra giveaway is going on. You can enter hereYou can enter to win until this Friday, October 28.

23 September 2011

I wish I had a cox...

Days like today, I wish I had a coxswain... the little person who sits in the stern of a boat and tells you what you need to do to make it all work. I was a really good coxswain...


That's me in the dark blue. Look at how hard I am making those guys work. We won that race. I wish I had me telling me what to do.

o...

right...

I do.

Vecchio Venerdì 
Head of the Schyulkill in 1990 or 1991... I can't remember.

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A huge favor... I know I ask a lot of these... but this one would be so awesome if you would do it :)

My friend Catey who writes Random Thoughts from the Zoo is a swimwear contest finalist! Please go to the Hapari Swimwear Facebook page and "LIKE" Catey's photos... she is in the zebra top in one photo and a white short-sleeved t-shirt in the other.

Thanks :)

02 August 2011

Smokin' Hot

The

was recently presented to me by Selena, 
who blogs extremely candidly about motherhood over at 

She has placed the requirement of sharing 7 deep things about myself as one of the conditions of claiming my award. We all know I love to share... and going deep connotes oversharing... so you know I'm in :)

Here goes...

1. Let's cut to the chase and pull out the big guns...

I have a gigantic tonsil. It is like a golf ball deep in the back of my throat. HUGE. Just on the left. I'd post a picture but you would all throw up.

2. After winning the most amazing race of my entire life... beyond exciting... took "thrilling" to a whole new level... we were awarded these really weird hats...

I'm pretending this is also my Vecchio Venerdì photo for last week.

They were blue and green and considered very special by the Canadians. I lost mine before we even left Canada. I have no idea where it went. (maybe I left it on the dock) A very memorable memento and it is just gone. I do still have the medal, though :)

3. I wish I had a good and fun and affectionate relationship with my own mom, but I don't. I know she would like this, too. But... she doesn't understand me and has a very 'down' view on a lot of things. I find myself not sharing things with her because coping with her 'process' takes over the share. Consequently, she doesn't know very much about me... which I am sure contributes to her not understanding me. This strained relationship leaves me with many doubts about my own parenting skills.

In fact, I was truly scared to have my daughters.

4. It is really hard to live in a house I do not like. I like the fact that the neighborhood is safe for the kids and for running/biking at night and not getting broken into... but the house itself... blah. And in all honestly, except for the safety factor and being right near the water... well, it is a slippery slope I am going down by even bringing this up. I cannot stand this house and if I think about it, I get really depressed about it. So I focus on the safety and the cleanliness of the neighborhood and the happiness that exists within its wals and not the layout, construction ...

or pink carpet.

5. Even though I tend to be able to separate my current athletic self

from my past athletic self,

sometimes the passage of time hits me like a ton of bricks and I get super bummed... so bummed that I want to curl up in a ball and cry and just give up completely. This usually passes pretty quickly, but when I am in it I am overwhelmed and useless.

6. When I think back on how I handled some things in the past, I am flattened by feelings of guilt and stupidity. This is all in relation to a very particular and related set of situations. And even though making those different choices would mean not having married my husband or having my children, sometimes I wish fervently that I had gone the other way with regard to this. Therapy has helped lessen the frequency and strength of these feelings.

7. I can make a joke about anything... even when it's really inappropriate. This is a problem and not a gift :( ....  Nonetheless, I keep on trying to force that square peg into that round hole... 'cuz that's how I roll :)

The other condition of claiming this award is passing it along to 7 other bloggers. I just nailed so many bloggers with that Q & A thing, so I feel a little awkward hitting up 7 more people... but I'm doing it anyway ;-)

And I am getting really close to 400 followers. Woo hooo. That's a big deal, right?

When I hit 404, I am going to have a giveaway... it'll be a good one... you could win your very own copy of the Hood to Coast Movie. Even if you aren't a runner, this is a very interesting, engaging and entertaining film (clicking the title takes you to the L.A. Times review). It'll practically make your body levitate off the couch and propel itself without forethought out the door and down the road to fitness and fun!

Sound good?


23 July 2011

Playing Catch-Up Big Time

Oh, boy!

I have been Slackerama Mama this week... I think it was all those questions that I still haven't answered ;-)

You might think that since I haven't been able to run, I would have tons of time on my hands... but then you might remember that I don't really spend all that much time running and wondered what the heck is going on. Or maybe you just don't really think about it :P Or care.

Anyway...

Starting with the first forgotten thing...

Granny's Gadget #27! which was supposed to happen on Monday.

My husband accused this one of being kind of weak. But as far as most of us are concerned, if it has to do with ice cream... it's pretty awesome. Am I right?


The second forgotten thing...

Musique pour Mercredi!   which was supposed to happen on Wednesday.

This is the world's worst music video... every time I watch it I just crack up and want to make an imitation of it. I find myself acting out the moves and singing the totally lame song. It is like a really contagious disease or something. Or lice.

These guys caught the disease. They did what I want to do. I am so impressed by the fact that so many of them participated! I think I would be lucky to get anyone other than my kids and my husband to do it with me. I want to party with them!

This couple did a more intimate rendition. Just the two of them were able to effectively do the ensemble dancing and solo parts... incredible! Someone needs to sign them up! I wonder if they already have an agent? hmmmmmm....

And if you made it through the above madness... what with the ice cream scooper (ooooooo) and the triplicate music video (aaahhhhhh) and you are ready for more...

I bring you the third forgotten thing...

Vecchio Venerdì!  which was supposed to happen yesterday.

This week's photo of the past is not a scary-looking guy with scary sideburns... nor is it of the same guy after the beard filled in the spaces between the sideburns... nor is it of that same guy clean-shaven to look like Mr. Clean.

No.

It is a photo of Coach XL and her National Championship-winning crew...

1989 USRowing Senior Nationals
Senior Women's Four with Coxswain
Bachelors Barge Club
Philadelphia

This was, incidentally, the very same regatta at which my own personal "most embarrassing moment" occurred. But that's a story for a different day. And thankfully, there are no pictures of the incident... though they wouldn't be appropriate for this family-friendly blog anyway :P

19 November 2010

running is an OUTDOOR sport

I stole that.

Back when I used to row, there was this guy who was pretty old... like 34.  Ancient, I know.  But he was a very accomplished oarsman and still made the Olympic team at that oh-so-advanced age.  (Now that I am more "mature" myself, I really get what a feat that was).  So this guy was kind of annoying, but a lot of the annoying-ness was because he really did know more than the rest of us... but his presentation left a lot to be desired.

One time I heard him droning on and on about how people (primarily women) really didn't understand rowing.  I was doing my best to ignore him when he suddenly said something that will forever remain carved into my athletic psyche...

"Rowing is an OUTDOOR sport.  I started rowing because I like to be in the OUT OF DOORS.  Sometimes it rains in the OUT OF DOORS.  Sometimes it is cold, and sometimes it is hot.  If you don't enjoy being in the OUT OF DOORS... perhaps you should pick a different sport.  Like badminton."

Today it was rainy... mostly just drizzling.  Until 6 o'clock when it was time for me to go for my little run.  Really, little.  Just 2 miles.  Then it was pouring.  I did not balk at the rain.  I did not hesitate because of the wetness or darkness or coldness.  Another saying I heard recently was this:  There is no such thing as bad weather, only insufficient preparation and inadequate equipment.  So I suited up 'adequately' ;-) and off I went.  And as I ran, I remembered Espy's words... but stuck running in the place of rowing.

Running is an OUTDOOR sport.

And I reminded myself how fortunate I am that I CAN run... at all.

24 October 2010

20 years ago...

hard to believe....

I am old enough to have had an amazingly memorable athletic experience 20 years ago!

Today is the Head of the Charles Regatta.  Well, yesterday was, too.  But back in the day it was a one-day deal.  It is one of those super fun events that seems impossible to win... almost like the lottery but there is an element of hard work to winning the HOC.

Here we were, twenty Head of the Charles' ago:




Meg stroking, me in 3, Angie in 2 and Sue in the bow.  
Embarrassingly, I cannot remember the coxswain's name.


We won.




We were awesome.

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