Forgive the total lack of humiliation in the following post but athletes and bloggers share one particular characteristic: we are shameless braggarts.
My fingernails look like piranha have been nibbling the tips and my eyes take on the redness of a chronic alcoholic. I know how you think, you wicked children, but you would be wrong. That critter chlorine is the reason for my discomfort and they used it in nerve gas and other poisons. I am spending more time in the water and have upped my swim routine to ninety minutes and the chemicals are disagreeable, small matter. I owe my new splurge of energy in part to my brother David, extreme athlete and bicyclist. He arrives at my house on Sunday night with his bucket of tools to help with an electrical problem and aren't we lucky he is the main man at the energy plant. The boy is swimming in his clothes. Why is it when men lose weight they keep wearing their same old stuff and I want to peer down his collar opening and yell, anybody in there? He's lost 32 pounds and he is aiming toward Triple D, the January cycle race in our part of town and he needs to be lighter in the saddle. The guy inspires me and I will push myself.
On my fourth day of the longer routine I overstretch muscles in both my calves. The right one fixes itself but left guy is a notorious repeat offender and will not be stilled. Two unfortunate accidents six months apart while chasing an out-of-control toddler has left that part of my leg weaker. The damn thing will be ignored and I swim through the pain knowing that this muscle will demand my attention later tonight. As I stretch against the poolside wall a woman still swimming says, "it looks like the veins in the back of your legs are going to burst." Well, geez, I hope not, they sure feel like they just might.
I can feel myself becoming a stronger swimmer and that is a good thing because usually at my age the only thing getting stronger is my breath.
My fingernails look like piranha have been nibbling the tips and my eyes take on the redness of a chronic alcoholic. I know how you think, you wicked children, but you would be wrong. That critter chlorine is the reason for my discomfort and they used it in nerve gas and other poisons. I am spending more time in the water and have upped my swim routine to ninety minutes and the chemicals are disagreeable, small matter. I owe my new splurge of energy in part to my brother David, extreme athlete and bicyclist. He arrives at my house on Sunday night with his bucket of tools to help with an electrical problem and aren't we lucky he is the main man at the energy plant. The boy is swimming in his clothes. Why is it when men lose weight they keep wearing their same old stuff and I want to peer down his collar opening and yell, anybody in there? He's lost 32 pounds and he is aiming toward Triple D, the January cycle race in our part of town and he needs to be lighter in the saddle. The guy inspires me and I will push myself.
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On my fourth day of the longer routine I overstretch muscles in both my calves. The right one fixes itself but left guy is a notorious repeat offender and will not be stilled. Two unfortunate accidents six months apart while chasing an out-of-control toddler has left that part of my leg weaker. The damn thing will be ignored and I swim through the pain knowing that this muscle will demand my attention later tonight. As I stretch against the poolside wall a woman still swimming says, "it looks like the veins in the back of your legs are going to burst." Well, geez, I hope not, they sure feel like they just might.
I can feel myself becoming a stronger swimmer and that is a good thing because usually at my age the only thing getting stronger is my breath.
3 comments:
Your and other sibs obsessive athleticism gives me further proof that I was adopted,
You wish.
Your brother David sounds like one hell of a dude.....but some good points too, we keep pushing, I always feels there is either a injury coming, going, or here when your pushing yourself daily.
Amy, didn't anyone tell you, you were adopted?
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