Mad Mutant Manatee Mentors 4--CLOSED (Page 63)

Artemis - 2013-04-18 9:35 AM In true Manatee spirit, I signed up for a 10k yesterday.  I realized this morning that I will be racing 4 weeks in a row. 

Me too! Sorta. I have the Metric Cenury on May 4 (not technically a race), a sprint the 12th, an Oly the 19th and a 10k the 27th. This weekend DH and I are doing a bicycle winery tour. Def not a race

rrrunner - 2013-04-18 11:45 AM

TriAya - 2013-04-18 10:31 AM

KansasMom - 2013-04-18 11:28 PM

amd723 - 2013-04-18 11:26 AM

Asalzwed - 2013-04-18 10:35 AMJust a side note, the pug pissed on me in bed last night. Yup. Apparently she was literally pissed I left her for 10 days.

If you lived by my motto of " no dogs in bed" this would never happen

Amen. Pug or no pug. No dogs in bed.

Cats . . . that's another story. I wuv my kitty.

Any animal that disturbs my sleep does NOT get to sleep on the bed.

This includes humans. It excludes some cats and some dogs. I have slept with ferrets and rats.

and leezerds...

Hasn't Yanti slept with a gecko? Maybe not on purpose, but still . . .

ok...so here goes some of my "stuff":

Topic A: swimming last night was eye-opening and tiring. Arms are sore today (yay!). I was having a hard time feeling where my arms were supposed to reach, so I stood behind a kitchen chair that was shoulder width across, then bent over with fingers touching back of it and practiced stroking. I made sure to touch the edges of the chair to feel about how wide apart my arms should stay to help with that crossing over issue I saw.  Also, used the closed fist drills again to help keep my elbows up and pull with my arms. Could definitely tell the difference in my 50s. By 100s I was getting tired...didn't even try for 200s. Want to take the breaks and "reset" so I don't lose the feeling and get sloppy.

Topic B: I'm setting up my next tri. Next weekend is my 20yr hs reunion, and we'll be in Cali for four days (two of them driving). I was thinking of doing an inaugural "women only" tri called Esprit de She on May 5. Sprint is a .5mi OWS....ummm, never done OWS  , and I'd have 4 prep days cut out the week before.  My other option was a sprint on May 12. More prep time but with serpentine pool (twice through for 400, YUK!) .

As I was talking with DH last night, he offered an alternative plan that I think I like...there is a much shorter super sprint for Esprit de She (400 OWS, 6.6bike, 1.7run) that would give me the OWS experience and only having women to scare the pee out of me (it's a lake, peeing is ok yes? ). Then on May 19 there is the Tempe International Tri Sprint- 400 OWS, 12.5 bike, 5k. It will have men to batter me, but it's a beach start, I will have one OWS under my belt already, and two more prep weeks.

Whew, sorry...that was a lot of race talking, but I have to write it to get through it. Pretty sure I just wrote myself into it. Now to see if I can get in 

Aaaand my totally random thoughts/whines/etc. for the day. The moment (You know it's gonna continue!)

I picked up a Kobo (electronic reader) in NZ and am reading Proof of Heaven. Gorgeous book, I love the geekitude/spiritude all in one and it's really helping with my sense of loss and feeling lost right now. It's about a neurosurgeon who contracted a very rare brain infection--while his brain completely shut down he had a near-death experience. Well, technically, a death experience.

I'm one of those atheists to whom God appeared personally and changed my mind. (HAHAHA just after I shared about psychotic episodes. Excellent.) That doesn't mean I don't struggle with faith. I'm pretty sure if you don't struggle with it, it's not faith; it's blind faith.

A minor-ish thing I'm struggling with right now (although it's like Chinese water torture) is that since before IMNZ ... anyway, Jim came, I caught his flu (10 days off training means it probably wasn't a cold). During the NZ trip (and until very recently), my sister had a terrible cold and chest cough--next to her on airplanes, 4-5 hour drive in a closed car to Taupo, sharing rooms and beds--etc. It just really wore on me having to constantly wash and sanitize my hands, make sure I didn't touch anything she touched, wore face masks so I wouldn't touch my nose/mouth or get spray particles, etc.

Just as she was getting better (couple weeks after my dad's funeral) my mom now has it. And she touches everything, all the time, including food (we are the WORST family for sticking our hands in everything, literally and figuratively). And it's just wearing on me to keep this level of vigilance up.

Can't afford to get sick. Don't want to get sick. Have spent the better part of the last three years now recovering and it sucks. Okay, thanks, I guess I'll stick with the vigilance then.