Underwater Primp

Today was Master’s swim.  I woke up to GB’s sleep-mumbling and responded with “SHHH!!  You’ll wake the dogs up and they’ll wake us up!”, which if you think about it, is kind of a ridiculous statement from someone who is already awake!  Luckily GB was sleeping so my rudeness went unnoticed.  I looked at the clock and realized with a sinking feeling that it was 5:04am and I had less than a minute of “sleep” left, so I got up.

Swimming was, well…interesting.  I realized half way there that I had forgotten to put in my contact lenses, so it was a somewhat blurry swim during which I could not see the hands on the clock so I had to use my watch.  I kept my glasses on deck, but they are not much help in the water.

At the top of the workout the coach had written what I THOUGHT said “please excuse my underwear” which I thought was a pretty bizarre thing to write at the top of a workout.  I immediately checked to see if he was wearing something weird, but he appeared to be dressed as normal and I was relieved not to be able to see his undewear.

So I went about my workout.  And about 400 into the swim I noticed a man at the bottom of the pool with a camera.  Upon rechecking the workout I was able to put two and two together and recognize that I had misread “please excuse my underwater gear“.

Well, I would like to take a moment to say that if you are planning on filming your swimmers underwater, a day’s notice might not be a bad idea.  I mean seriously.  If I had known there would be a camera crew underwater, I might have shaved various parts of me more carefully.  I was amused to find myself struggling to make the intervals because of my undewater primping.  Come on, you don’t want to be FILMED swimming with that giant bubble that forms on top of your cap or with random strands of hair in your mouth or something.  You do not want photographic evidence of your underwater fashion carelessness.  GB will no doubt find this very funny coming from someone who routinely forgets to:

a) do up my fly and b) look in the mirror before I go to work to see if any of my breakfast is stuck to my face.

 Anyway, the upside of the camera appearance was that I was concentrating HARD on my technique so I would not be captured on film swimming sloppily.  Nothing like being on the video the coach uses for the class on how NOT to swim…

In spite of my primping, I made my intervals on my newly-established t-pace and life can go on.

Sunshine and Health

Well, those girls in SC can eat my shorts because we got some sunshine of our own today. And truthfully I’m not sure why I’m sitting at the computer while the sun is still shining…
I feel like it is important to say that while I have mocked the TFU girls ad nauseum during their trip, I am only joking and I am only jealous. They are all fast, amazing women and they deserve any good weather they can get at this point (this is easier to say when the sun is shining here!).

My health seems to have returned. I realized at 8am when I was dancing around the living room (I generally do not enjoy dancing), that I was feeling a whole lot better. Wish I could say the same for GB who is sick and napping at the moment.

I feel like I have been VERY well-behaved and exercised some exceptional self control during this time of feeling sick, so today I rewarded myself by doing my bike test. I know this MIGHT have been a less than brilliant move, but I was going CRAZY. And I might have gotten lucky because it went well. I have to say, the first bike test was so noteworthy and fascinating and there simply doesn’t seem to be much to say about the second one. I worked hard, I grunted, I dripped with sweat, I laid it all out there, I felt pain. The end.

I did a quick run off the bike however, which WAS noteworthy because I wore SHORTS!!! It’s really sunny and I decided to brave it. I was not disappointed.

I think next I will shovel some snow and then will take it easy this afternoon.

Camp (H)TFU Update

***We interrupt today’s regular programming for a special report from Camp HTFU****

I had the pleasure of speaking with Elizabeth at Camp HTFU last night and she asked me to write a report, which was probably a big mistake on her part because I have a tendency towards taking creative license. The estrogen, by the way, was oozing out of the phone receiver from their end…
The news, in brief, is:

They went for a swim yesterday morning.
The H’s fell off their swimsuits so now they are all wearing swimsuits labelling them as The Fuck Ups, which is not as cool.
Elizabeth cried.
They went for a bike ride.
They got a total of 4 flat tires.
Elizabeth cried.
Jen used up all her glycogen stores and got ornery on account of hunger (which to be fair, Jen did predict in her blog last week).
They went for a run (something about Marit and Leslie running well into the night).
Elizabeth cried.
Mary tried to sew the H’s back on the swimsuits. In spite of her expert efforts, it did not work.
Elizabeth cried.
Elizabeth had the gumption to tell me “it’s not that warm in SC”.
I cried.

Oddly, there was no mention whatsoever of Ashley. Which is a concern because this whole thing is taking place at Ashley’s house. Makes me wonder if they kicked her out of her own home….

Tha’t all for now. It seems like they have discovered a sliver of internet connection so go over to Elizabeth’s blog for “her version” of the truth.