Tuesday, August 05, 2003
It's been a while since I posted to MarathonBlog, but there's no time like the present.
The news from NYC is that training schedules have gone to heck in a handbasket, what with our National Wedding Tour and Tasha's Olympic efforts to remove her own lungs through deep coughing. Sam, of course, has done his part by cutting four new teeth, running a fever and keeping us up at night.
Still, we did have some good cross-training days -- on Thursday, we jogged in a swimming pool, swam laps and then jogged in the pool some more. If you've never jogged in a pool, then, well, you've never jogged in a really small circle, through water, feeling silly. Judith and Jonn (the owners of said pool) had painters working at the house, and I think they thought we were nuts -- at one point, one gestured in our direction and said to the other, los hombres estan muy locos, but they could have been talking about someone else, right?
On Friday, I inadvertantly engaged in additional cross-training, when I was briefly interred in Uncle Geoffrey's Gulag and Desert Spa, and forced to haul rocks up a hill, carry large slabs of flagstone, haul at least a ton of dirt and manure, and cut dozens of stones to make a flagstone patio and staircase. And all of this in the hot desert sun (even if it was, as they say, "dry heat")! Still, that which does not kill us makes us stronger...
Speaking of getting stronger, here's three cheers for my dad, who ran 5 1/2 miles on Sunday, and who took one for the team when he lightly strained his calf muscle (but was still able to dance with Mom on Sunday night!). Way to go, Big Judah!
Events to look forward to later this week: the Run for Home Plate at Flushing Meadows Park. More details when I get them.
The news from NYC is that training schedules have gone to heck in a handbasket, what with our National Wedding Tour and Tasha's Olympic efforts to remove her own lungs through deep coughing. Sam, of course, has done his part by cutting four new teeth, running a fever and keeping us up at night.
Still, we did have some good cross-training days -- on Thursday, we jogged in a swimming pool, swam laps and then jogged in the pool some more. If you've never jogged in a pool, then, well, you've never jogged in a really small circle, through water, feeling silly. Judith and Jonn (the owners of said pool) had painters working at the house, and I think they thought we were nuts -- at one point, one gestured in our direction and said to the other, los hombres estan muy locos, but they could have been talking about someone else, right?
On Friday, I inadvertantly engaged in additional cross-training, when I was briefly interred in Uncle Geoffrey's Gulag and Desert Spa, and forced to haul rocks up a hill, carry large slabs of flagstone, haul at least a ton of dirt and manure, and cut dozens of stones to make a flagstone patio and staircase. And all of this in the hot desert sun (even if it was, as they say, "dry heat")! Still, that which does not kill us makes us stronger...
Speaking of getting stronger, here's three cheers for my dad, who ran 5 1/2 miles on Sunday, and who took one for the team when he lightly strained his calf muscle (but was still able to dance with Mom on Sunday night!). Way to go, Big Judah!
Events to look forward to later this week: the Run for Home Plate at Flushing Meadows Park. More details when I get them.
