It’s week 11 in my 12-week count-down to the first of the two sprint triathlons I signed up for. I am trying to follow a schedule for training. This is how I did:
Swam for 20 minutes of 70 minutes suggested
Biked 0 hours of 3 hours suggested
Ran/walked for 110 minutes of 105 minutes suggested
Today was a scheduled “day of rest”, but I ran instead to make up a little for last week. The exciting thing was I ran most of the 3 miles I tackled today instead of more walking than running. My run is probably slower than the pace of some power walkers, but I found a pace I could maintain! Progress is all I need…
I said to my kids this evening,
You know how gum loses it’s sweetness after you chew it a long time??? Well, Mom loses her sweetness too after you whine a long time…
Is it REALLY such a “good idea” to have the candy-throwers at parades PRECEDE moving vehicles???
It’s like nitro and glycerin - a recipe for disaster:
young, candy-depraved child
+
candy-throwing parade angels
+
consecutive moving motor vehicles
=
insanity - at best.
Seriously, listen in:
Parent before the political office runner: “Don’t run in front of that car!”
Kid: “I gotta get that candy!”
Parent before the fire engine: “Don’t run in front of that car!”
Kid with glazed over look: “Candy!”
Parent before the parade princess Miata: “Don’t run in front of that car!”
Kid with drool-soaked chin and glazed over look (reminiscent of scenes from The Exorcist): “Candy! Candy! Candy!”
1 mph is still not slow enough when one considers the speed with which a child can muster in order to acquire his/her coveted candy!
Babies are like slugs - they move slow (unless Mommy says “no-no”) and they leave slimy trails.
 I wore socks with flip-flops today. I am ashamed… so ashamed…
Last week was the 12 week mark before the Luna Triathlon in August (and the 14 week mark before the Danskin in Seattle). I plugged a training schedule into my calendar. My week should have included a total of:
1 hour swimming,
90 minutes biking
90 minutes running.
The real-life scenario looked more like:
85 minutes of swimming
45 minutes of biking
45 minutes of walking/running
The plan for this week requires more time. Monday is the built in “rest day”, so I was very successful yesterday! Today was a swim/run combo. I doubt I’ll get the swim in, but the run is still possible.
I am going to add a new category… “Deep Thoughts” (not on the same level as the original SNL “Deep Thoughts”, but along a similar vein). Here is my first installment…
Choosing a checkout line at the grocery store is like playing blackjack - it’s part strategy and part plain ‘ol good luck.
jennyonthespot
When I had my son, I soon began soaking up books on raising boys. I grew up with a younger sister, so my experience with the busy-nature of preschool boys had me knocked to my knees. By the time I left for college - I finally got a brother! However, due to our age gap and distance, I was not around much to be able to truly claim the badge given to big sisters of little brothers.
I once had a dream I had 3 boys. I assumed that was my destiny. Who knows why I dreamed that. To my dismay and delight, I have a mix with one boy and two girls - thus earning my membership to the mother-daughter club.
It’s A Girl: Women Writers on Raising Daughters has been an good read for me. I enjoy this compilation of essays from a variety of writers. I like experiencing others’ points of view and reactions to motherhood - and the sisterhood of raising daughters. Experiences, dreams, and worldviews differ, but if we were boil it down - all mothers desire for their daughters to be happy and healthy.
The essays in the section, “On Beauty and a Daughter”, particularly touched me. These essays stood out because it is the area I most relate to presently. I am waging war against the last of my pregnancy weight (14 months after the baby was born!), and the struggle I face with my preschool daughter to help her learn healthy eating habits. I am even dealing with it with my 14 month-old daughter - should I give her that graham cracker when she becomes discontent in the car seat? Will that be the trigger for her to become a comfort-driven eater? Guilt, guilt, guilt,
In It’s A Girl I find I am not the only mother in process, sorting through regrets, and delighting in the wonder of her daughter(s).
I am thankful Andi took on this project and pulled so many talented authors together. I am a big fan of variety! I am tickled to have been a part of this blog book tour… thanks Andi for including me!
Drafted on February 14, 2006
My son is the most tenderhearted little boy on earth. He is.
Joel had a fever for 2 days, so snuggling his baby sister was strongly discouraged. Poor fella.
On Valentines Day Joel asked, “Am I still sick?”
I hesitated. Lately, he's been trying to get out of going to school by claiming he “might” be sick. “No, and you have to go to school today.”
He caught me off guard with his reply. I was ready to defend my decision - expecting a whining plea to stay home. Excitedly, he burst, “So I can kiss Lucy and hug her???!!!”
I told you. Tender. Heart.
“Joel. Now don't squish too hard!”
All. Boy.
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