I wore my Skins on the plane yesterday and a woman asked me that. I wanted to say, "if by 'triathlete' you mean some expensive doohickey that is fairly ineffectual and obnoxiously athletic-looking, then yes, these are triathlete pants!" But I just told her they are my compression tights, and yes, I am a triathlete, how did she guess. Honestly though, I'm not sure they are very effectual. I think I need some regular medical compression tights. The Skins don't have feet on them, even though I pull them over my heels and ankles, I still get really fat toes and feet at the end of a travel day. So anyway, yesterday I left the east coast and now I am ...
I got up super ungodly early this morning (6 a.m., yikes) so that I could get my training done and spend the rest of the day doing fun stuff with my little sister and Helen. Since my mom is in Philadelphia for the day, "fun stuff" could be really really fun! Such as: -turning on BOTH overhead lights in the kitchen -standing in front of the fridge with the fridge door open -sitting still -shopping -eating donuts! Proof that Sal does it too!!! I got home from training, we sat in the kitchen working on the crossword ("maxernst" and "iceax" were my contributions, ...
Well my post from Wednesday sure was full of some wishful thinking. I still feel happy about being "balanced"... but... for the first time in my athletic career, I bagged no less than FOUR WORKOUTS in one week, and I didn't even have swine flu to use as an excuse. Nope, just being dead tired and h-o-t. It was so hot - low to mid 90's all last week through the weekend, with lots of east coast humidity and a new and starving population of bugs. I sadly realized that, just because I have survived hotter temperatures here, that didn't make the heat this time around any more bearable. Especially since, when it was a hundred degrees ...
(I am practicing for when grad school starts in a few months, and my writing will have to take on a more learned tone). Well the family reunion has been and gone. It was really fun. I'm exhausted, which is confusing, because I think I washed maybe one dish the whole weekend! But staying up late, getting up early, and playing tag (which, man, that gets kind of boring after about 5 minutes, but when one is proving to one's siblings and cousins that one is not a stick-in-the-mud, one has to play tag with little kids), all are exhausting I guess! ...
I am generally not that into children, but every once in a while there is one that I really actually totally like. One such child is Nathaniel Lake, or Little Nathaniel (very distinct from Big Nathaniel, who, just to be confusing, is my Little Brother). Little N belongs to my friend Jenny and he is now 4 years old. He is also very well behaved, which is handy for us non-kid-people. Little Nathaniel, Mikey, and I enjoying Christmas 2007 ...
So I have been home in Maryland for a week and a half and today I needed a REST DAY! Which basically just meant I postponed today's swim to Saturday, and didn't tromp all around the property/Anne Arundel County doing stuff with my mom. Although this morning, when the plumber came to replace the metal thingy under the sink that broke when my brother (the one from Hawaii) took the sink apart to retrieve the earring I dropped down it, I *did* stand up from my comics and coffee in order to look like I'd been being helpful :D . It wasn't a total rest day though - one thing I found in the wake of my back ...
This weekend I met the new neighbors, precocious twin 5-year-olds and their nice dad. The little boy thinks I am a boy, and the little girl thinks I am great because I ride horses. Win-win! Also, my daily "strength workout" has doubled from riding one horse, CeCe, to riding two! My mom wants me to ride her dear sweet precious baby. Ugh. Fox and I have a long history of each thinking the other has an attitude problem. Whatever, he is just a horse, but a big obnoxious one who on Friday managed to run over me and cavort (loose) through the strawberry patch and break my Garmin FR60. Lesson learned, I save the adventuring for CeCe and I make sure ...
My mom is now totally famous, after being the lead story on my blog for nearly a week. Anyway, tons has happened since I last published something on here. Thing one, my aunt Betsy and uncle Tony and I lost our taste buds to a bad batch of pine nuts, and it's totally Trader Joe's and China's fault. Ugh, talk about unpleasant - I've been going through a period of nutritional apathy lately and getting a bitter taste in my mouth every time I ate something was just making it worse! So last night I got on google, remembered the gross pine nuts we all ate on Tuesday, and stopped blaming it on Tony for feeding us possibly ...
"When I want an opinion, I know who to call," said Tony as he was dialing the phone. My mom, his big sister, did indeed have an opinion. Tony and Betsy should fly into Philadelphia and then drive along the eastern shore instead of through Baltimore because even though Wilmington is a nightmare, overall that way is prettier, although every time she goes through Baltimore she notices that it's way faster, but through Baltimore on that particular Friday afternoon they would likely hit a lot of beach traffic. Then she asked if I was behaving myself, and I yelled "hi sal!" across the breakfast table to the speaker phone. In other news, I think I ate something. I don't know. Today ...
I am talking about grad school here... sorry for the false alarm on Saturday. No big announcement today. In other news, I think yesterday's earthquake was all my fault. Yesterday afternoon I was standing in my aunt and uncle's kitchen in San Diego, talking to them about Easter and the church service they went to with my aunt's aunt who is 100. I asked if they thought the minister really believed that Jesus came back from the dead and flew up to heaven, or if he took Easter a little less literally, because I don't understand a lot of the literalism out there in certain organized religions. Then ...
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