Monday, January 07, 2013

I am only in my 2nd week of training and good GOD!!!  I really must like getting my ass kicked.

It is cool to get a weekly schedule of workouts custom to me and one-on-one sessions once a week.  My coach, Helene is awesome, but she doesn't mess around. Last Thursday we met at the pool and she had me do 12 - 100 yrd repeats. Now. I haven't been in the water for at LEAST 2.5 months therefore, I wanted to vomit. Multiple times.  However, at one point I did want to drown the sonofbitch in the next lane!

The guy next to me was making tsunami type waves and the timing was perfect. I was like a bass gasping for air when the wave hit me right in the face. Half the pool went down my gullet. Next thing I was spluttering, spurting and PISSED.  Mainly because I had to start over!! I wanted to grab him by the chest hair and drag him down the lane.

As bad as that workout was, today...TODAY...was brutal.  30- 25 yrd repeats every 45 seconds.Faster you go, the more rest you have, but the more rest you need. I am so grateful to have a friend that is willing to do these workouts with me.  She likes pain.  She is weird.  Stacey did the math and I kept the time.  Six minutes into the workout I wanted to take a break at 10.   We didn't.  We kept going. Did all 30. When we got out of the pool we were sweating! That was after a cool-down.

What other torture will be coming my way.  And I PAY for it too.  Sick.

Thursday.  Pray for me.  I am meeting Helene for a bike workout.  Might need a wheelchair on Friday.








Saturday, January 05, 2013

Holy shit. This morning I was wondering if I have ever written a year in review post.  I came close with this one from last year, but looking back on my posts I discovered a startling fact.  I started my blog SEVEN years ago.  Say whaaaaaaaa?  Is that a record?  What is the average life span of a blog?

It was like finding old pictures and sitting down to go through them.  Occasionally I would come across a post and think to myself, GOD I was such an asshole or how stupid, embarrassing, etc. There were a few posts that brought back a flood of memories -- some good and bad, such as the loss of our dogs. But what struck me the most is that I have kept at it for seven years.  I've never stuck with something for that long, except for my marriage.

CLEARLY, I don't keep my blog going because I want to make money at it. Nor do I keep my blog to gain an audience of adoring fans and faithful readers (hello, my faithful few).  I don't write poetic or thought provoking posts and I don't want to. I have kept up my blog for so long because it is a record of me. Like pictures, yet, not nearly has horrifying.

I don't give a shit how I write.  My many misspellings, abuse of grammar and switching back and forth from tenses is proof.  What I think is so cool, is like photos, I can go back and cringe at a few, laugh and remember.  Better yet, years from now when my nephews are grown and I am gone, they may be something to find out about their aunt. This little blog will give them an idea of how I lived with snippets of my life, accomplishments, failures and heartbreak. To leave a digital footprint, however corny.  It is my way of leaving a little part of me behind. This makes me happy. 

Here is to the next seven years.