Babies etc.

September 9, 2008

Yesterday I had a swim on the schedule.  Nothing special, just getting back into the swing of training and accepting that I am slower that I was six weeks ago.  I suppose the upside is that I’m slower than I will be six weeks from now, if you want to look at that cup like it’s half full.  It has been an interesting week.  I’m still battling the last of this month-long virus which has made consistent training difficult.  I daresay I’m almost done with it now (last time I said that I was wrong).

I had a great weekend and got in a nice long run which felt great.  Then of course there was football, football, football and the requisite Sunday NFL nap on the couch for which I have a great affinity.

My best friends had a baby on Thursday but he does not have healthy lungs yet so cannot go home from the hospital.  I am very much hoping he will be released in time for the weekend so they can start all the important things like cuddling him and nursing him – currently he is being fed through a tube.  It’s weird to be in a place of breath-holding with that situation rather than one of excitement.  It’s a little bittersweet for them since it is not a long-term health condition but is still pretty scary.  Anyway, my thoughts are with them this week and I may drive down to see them tomorrow.

Much less bitter, however, and so much more sweet, was the man standing outside the YMCA last night when I left the pool.  Please understand, this is outside the main doors of the Y which are nowhere near to the indoor pool.  As I was walking out, there was a man standing at the front doors in only his swimsuit (lovely in itself) with a swim cap on his head.  One side of his cap was pulled up over his ear so he could hear as he talked on his CELL PHONE!  It does beg the question: was this man swimming along when he suddenly remembered an urgent call he had to make?  How urgent was the call if he couldn’t take his swim cap off or grab a towel for decency’s sake??  I couldn’t help it, I just busted up laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the scene.  Meanwhile the man was gabbing away and laughing into his cell phone.  Priceless.

Congratulations to fellow-blogger Alicia on the birth of baby Remy.  My hat is off to anyone who can labor for thirty hours and be good-humored about it.



September 4, 2008

I’m not gonna lie, I really miss being on honeymoon. It’s good to be back at work, but let’s face it, reality is no picnic (or week-long vacation on a lake either, for that matter).

I’m still recovering from whatever virus I have had in my system for nearly a month now, and this is really my first week back to training. Boy have I missed it. Sometimes you don’t notice how much you miss something until you get it back and realize what a difference it makes. Last night I had a swim and the sheer novelty of it made the set go by so quickly that it left me wishing for more. Today I have a run, which could very likely be a rude awakening after so many weeks of not running. Swimming hardly seems to leave my body when I stop, but getting back to running usually feels so WRONG and unnatural after a too-long break.

GB started grad school this week so that is another major transition in our routine. The dogs are not really sure what to make of us both being up at 5am and I’m sure they miss having GB around all day. I’m a little envious because I don’t get to wear jeans and go to class, but ultimately I’m not ready to go back to school yet and I’m happy in my job.

I am happy to report that the sumac leaves are still green. I am holding Fall off with all my might. It’s sad to get up in the morning and see that it’s still dark out. GB runs around the house saying annoying things like “I’m so excited for Fall!” and “I can’t wait for the SNOW!”. I regret that we did not include something in our vows about not mentioning snow or Fall until at least the middle of November. Winter people make me crazy.

BUT….all these seasonal changes also mean football. And yesterday we had the devil himself installed in our house: Cable TV. With a promotional 4-months of NFL Sunday Ticket. And DVR. Apparently this means we can put whatever we’re watching on hold for however long we like and not miss a single moment. Too bad there’s no DVR for life(!). Imagine the possibilities! Your baby is growing up, you wonder where the years went and you miss your old, unattached life. So you press pause, book a plane ticket, go somewhere exotic, live it up, come back home, press play, and you haven’t missed a thing. Or you get a flat tire in a race. You press pause, change the tire, get back on your bike, and you’re in the same place you started in when you got the flat. No lost time. Amazing.

Anyway, the point is that GB and I may have just sacrificed the next few months of our social life to a small box and a family fantasy football league. Not good, folks. At least I’ll have something to watch this winter while I’m on my trainer!

Thank you all for your kind comments and congratulations. It’s great to be back in the blogosphere.