flee from evil

At the pool last weekend there was this little kid who followed Ginny around for almost an hour.  You know the type, one of those kids whose mom isn’t playing with them, and they are bored so they glom onto some stranger.

I’d guess the girl was about 4 or maybe 5 at most. Far too young to be allowed to just run amok in the pool for an hour, but I digress…

She was intent on telling secrets.  Deep dark stuff that made her giggle to talk about.

“my sister pooped in the bathtub”  teeheeeeeeheeeee

I rolled my eyes and said, “that’s gross” and moved away with Ginny to a different section of the pool.

She followed us.

“I pee in the pool all the time” teeheeheeeeeee

Again I looked sternly at her and said “that’s gross.”  And we moved away.

She seemed nice enough. She didn’t splash or push and I would gladly have let Ginny play with the child, but I feared the evil influence of her conversation.  Not only was I grossed out, but I didn’t want my impressionable child to think that this is funny or get the idea that she should emulate the behaviors being described.

As it turns out, I had no need to worry.  Not only did my well trained girl-child let me know *in a whisper* when she needed to go, but the next time Ginny spotted that little girl making her way towards us she turned around and said “I’ve changed my mind, let’s go this way” and she swam away as fast as her little dog-paddle stroke could take her.

I’m so proud.

and humbled.  Because that is exactly how I am supposed to treat the evil influences in my own life.  Look it straight in the eye, recognize it for what it is….and run the other way.

Thank you Ginny for that unconciously imparted life-lesson.


more is not necessarily better

If some is good, then more MUST be better, right?

If More is Better then a whole HUGE HEAPING PLATEFUL must be best, right?

This is certainly true if you are talking about a huge plate of mushrooms sauteed in butter. Absolutely. You will get no arguement from me there.

but Olympic coverage?

well, maybe not.

I hate to sound like an old, desperately un-hip person here, but I can recall a time when Olympic coverage was on ONE channel and pretty much in primetime only. The three weekends were all Olympics all the time which made them special.

back when I was a kid, All of America sat down after dinner and watched


yes, I know this meant that mens underwater basketweaving finals often got short shrift in favor of some of the more popular sports. But there was a unity to it that is missing now.

I came into work this morning boucing and happy about the US men’s gymnastics team and their struggle to WIN bronze. And yes they WON that bronze. They didn’t “lose” silver. They came, they strutted and they kicked some gymnastic TAIL. It was amazing. Watching the Chinese men’s team was also inspiring. I loved seeing how much this means to them. There was a time when the chinese teams didn’t show emotion at these big events. but now they do and it is endearing.

But was anyone in my office prepared to talk about the various triumphs on the apparatus? NO. Half of them had watched some other event on ANOTHER CHANNEL and the other half are already burned out on Olympic coverage.


Then there was yesterday when I came in to work absotlutely BUZZING about the 4 x 100 mens freestyle relay in swimming. I was prepared to have fantastic, animated conversations with my co-workers about Michael Phelps’ contributions to the team and America….but NOT ONE person in my office had actually seen the race live. Two people had seen it, ……taped.

talk about a downer.

Now I realize that T.A.P.O.B. ( the Association for the Promotion of Olympic Basketweaving ) is probably going to send a hit man at me for saying this, but I want to go back to the old days. Where the Olympic coverage was less……dense. I don’t want to have to pick between EIGHT channels who are all broacasting different Olympic events all at once.

I want to go back to a time when if someone watched the Olympics last night, there were watching the same thing I was and we can feel connected.

That is supposed to be part of what the games are about after all….connecting people.

the same thing always happens

Every single time I get started in a fitness program I . Get. Hurt.

Not badly this time, but this is ridiculous. I mean swimming for goodness sake, who manages to hurt themselves while swimming? okay, other than my niece who sprained a wrist climbing out of a pool once. I meant aside from that. She’s accident prone anyway. She once busted a knee just standing still.

I start ice skating, I develop a weak ankle.

I start running, I twist an ankle.

I start a martial arts/sword fighting program, I get my right knee destroyed and have to have surgery.

Anybody see a trend here?

When I had to slim down before the wedding I decided to go with something nice and SAFE. A walking regimen. Every morning I would get to work, put down my bags, put on my tennis shoes and go walk the halls of my building for 30 minutes. Every morning. Great plan, right? No stairs, no un-even ground, nicely air conditioned, no weather to worry about. The worst I’ve got to worry about is a random professor coming out of his lab to ask me an office question.

So what happens three weeks into my new plan and just five months before the wedding? My left knee starts to swell up. Then it gets really unstable, like there’s a jelly fish inside the joint and with every step it has to squish out of the way, or I just have to roll right over it. Finally it gets to the point where I’m on crutches and have to go have the knee drained, then get an MRI (inconclusive, but might be a torn meniscus) and then operated on. All in a rush so I’d be able to dance at my own wedding. The doc actually asked for an autographed photo of the event to put up in his office next to to all the athlete photos.

dancing at the wedding

Of course the doc, who is a sports medicine orthopaedist and very very good (he fixed my other knee. ‘nother story, ‘nother day) got a real surprise when he got into the knee. He had been expecting a torn meniscus. What he found was a weird growth that looked like a sea anemone. He took photos, faxed them over to the oncologists at the next building over (Emory University Hospital) and asked them “What IS this thing? and What do I DO about it?” so they walked him through scraping it out of there and that was that.

Turns out I have a very rare version of “pigmented villonodular synovitis” All of the previously observed ones have a blood supply, that’s how they grow. But mine didn’t. It was just filled with clear fluid. So I’m now in medical journals. Or my knee is anyway. But I digress….

My point is this, it seems like every time I try to start a fitness program, I get hurt. This time it’s my back. I have ALWAYS done my freestyle stroke with all of my breaths coming on the right side. I know, I know you are supposed to do three strokes and breathe, and then three strokes and breathe so you will alternate sides. But I just can’t. I’ve never been able to. It drove my swim coaches crazy. I learned to do 2, 4, 2, 4, 2, 4 instead of the 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, in races.

Well this past Tuesday in the pool I decided that I’m a grown up now. I can try to learn to do this stroke properly and do those darned alternating breaths. So I did it. Nice and slow. Not pushing hard I just did three laps with the alternating breathing. It wasn’t awful. I did manage it, but I felt like I was wrenching my head up out of the water for every single breath on the left side. The rest of my hour I did breaststroke and MY version of freestyle with all my breathing to the right hand side.

And now, two days later, I can hardly move I’m in so much pain. I’m going to the doc tonight after work to get her to straighten me out. And I’ll be back (hahahaha) in the pool next week, so it’s not nearly as serious as the knee thing was, but it does get annoying to always seem to get hurt three weeks into ANY fitness prgram.

I guess the answer to all this is that I just don’t need to stop. Ever again. Then maybe I won’t get hurt.

do I have to?

Why do I dread swimming before I go and love it once I’m there?

As I stand on the edge of the pool about to dive in, my inner four-year-old emerges and starts to whine.

“It’s gonna be cold. It will make me tired. heck I’m tired already. It will sting my eyes. The water will get in my nose, my eyes, my ears, my…”

oh heck with it.

I dive in……..

and come up grinning like a fool in love.

It happens every. single. time.

I adore the feel of the water, the grace and power and flexibility of the experience. It is just a pure joy for me. Even just doing laps.

So my big question is this: what is wrong with my brain that I can’t seem to remember the love for the water until I’m IN the water?

It sure would help when it came time to get ready to go to the gym………

scared to hope

I think God just sent me two potential “leads” about two potential babies (not yet born) who need parents.

I’m kinda scared to hope that this is for real or could really work out. I can’t say anything more than that, just pray that God will be glorified no matter what happens.

So that’s what is on my mind today. I’m trying to concentrate on work (rather unsuccessfully as you can imagine). Oh, I have other good news: I started back on my swimming this past Friday. At one point last year I was doing an hour on Tuesdays and on Thursdays. Just long slow laps, nothing stressful, but it was really helping me feel better physically. That got cut short when we went through IVF and then when it failed I was too depressed to get back in the pool, but now it is a new year and I’m off my duff and back into the pool. It’s the only excersise I can do consistently without stressing my knees. Good thing I love it so much.

I wasn’t able to do the full hour Friday, but got through 45 minutes and had no real soreness. So I’ll try to go for the full hour Tuesday. Hubby doesn’t like swimming, so he is going to do racquetball and weight machines. Yay hubby.

Sorry I’m not profound or witty today. Just too occupied with possibility of baby through random life connections. Isn’t God weird?