May 30, 2008

Last night I set a new 100 PR in the pool.  Bigtime.  The kind of PR where you are grinning from ear to ear for the whole drive home and later that night when GB looks over at you while watching a movie, you are still sitting there with a silly grin on your face.  Your eyes are watching the TV, but your mind is watching you wail on yourself in the water and smash into the wall, looking at the clock in disbelief.  You are now faster than your old, teenage self.  Life is good.

Anyway, sometimes it’s too bad that life is not all about swimming.  My mother (who is not normally especially involved in my life) has apparently been so thrown off-course by my leg injury that she has declared her dream for me to become the next Dara Torres.  I did not ask out loud if she would be willing to pay the $100,000 a year for my traveling team of recovery, massage, and stretching specialists.  I think she has always harbored secret dreams of me being a competitive swimmer for life (and why shouldn’t she? – it is she, after all, who drove me to countless practices at ridiculous hours of the morning throughout my youth).  In her words, I had my swimming career ripped off by a shoulder injury when I was sixteen.  Shoulder injury or not though, I think I was ready for a break.  I was pretty burned out and ready to diversify.  And that was when I lived in a place warm enough to swim outside.  I don’t think I could handle doing all that training indoors, I’d go nuts.

So my Mom keeps bringing up the idea of me competing in masters swimming and now even GB has jumped on the bandwagon.  I will confess that I had some nostalgic stirrings when I thought of my weekends spent on the bleachers at swim meets.  I mentioned something to GB about maybe considering it if not just for the fun of sitting around in a towel playing card games between races.  It was suggested to me that perhaps in the adult world of competitive swimming, there is no card-playing on the bleachers.  Is this true?  Jen H?  If so, what a tragedy!  What to people DO in between events???  I will need to get to the bottom of this before I sign up for any meets next year.  Anyway, I can just as easily sit around the house in a towel playing card games….and I’ll save on gas and entry fees.

On a completely different topic, today I am seeing a doctor for a possible cortisone injection.  It occurred to me this week that if my life depended on me running 10km at a very fast clip, this would be my last cup of coffee.  With that in mind, I need to figure out some way to get through my race next week so I am exploring my options.  Many thanks to Rachel Ross who has endured a multitude of annoying and detailed questions about having steroids injected into one’s leg and to my infinitely patient coach who is probably ready to bike out here and give me the injection herself if it will make me shut up about it.  Also, my future mother in law has been very helpful (she is a PT) and has put in more than her fair share of time on the phone with me.  Certainly I appreciate her advice to a) find a doctor who knows where the needle should go in my leg and b) make sure s/he uses a clean needle.  It does concern me a little that she apparently thinks I get my medical care from a back alley somewhere, but it’s valuable advice that I shall heed nonetheless.

Good luck to everyone racing this weekend.  Beth, I hope you bring home that PA spot for BOUS.  I have no doubt that you will.

4 Responses to “‘Roids”

  1. Danielle Says:

    Sorry to report that there is NO card playing at masters swim meets. There is still a lot of junk food and pizza to eat, too! Would be fun to see you at the SCM meet at BU in December…
    Hope your steroid injection goes well and gets you all set up for your race. And, congrasts on your swim PR!

  2. HA! Well, I would have to agree with Danielle…we don’t really play cards- but you are asking ME – who hates cards. Honestly, I am TALKING (surprise, surprise!) to everyone catching up…because I tend to just go to a few of the swim meets and they are the really big ones, so I am so excited to talk to all my friends. BUT, YES YES YES, you should get out there and do Masters. I swear the 1st time I walked back into the steel, cold bleacher pool I almost gagged…but I didn’t spend my ENTIRE life swimming – I just swam a bit when I was younger…but STILL!!! We had fun this year, right ELF? Anyway, good luck w/ your cortisone shot and keep on plugging along…I will see you next week. I am looking forward to meeting you.

  3. Beth Says:

    YEAH for swim PRs!!! Especially impressive since you actually grew up swimming!! (I might fall over in disbelief if I actually set a new running PR at this point…) You are going to rock and roll at Worlds – and I will be excited to “watch”. I’ll be cheering for you from PA!

    Good luck with the cortisone shot too. I’ve had several in my feet and they truly aren’t as bad as they sound. Let us know how it goes!!

  4. marit c-l Says:

    Raise your hand if you want to swim with Ness? PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME!!!! Dude – if you lived in Florida or if I lived in New England, we would TOTALLY be palying cards together on the pool deck. OR – how about joining me for an open water swim race. They do them down here – I could try to hang onto your feet for dear life. That may or may not last 100 meters – as you just set a new pr. Wow – you ARE a stud!!!

    Good luck with the cortisone shot and/or steroid shot. Like the quip about the clean needle. It took me a moment to get that one. 🙂 I think I was still on cloud nine reading about your swim PR.


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