I have completely neglected any writing here because I have been furiously trying to write some articles for a new website that launches July 1. After writing a small piece (that I wasn't even that fond of)for mindsettriathlon.com, I have been fortunate enough to do some freelance writing for another site- more on that later.
With Spring in full swing, the kids have been swimming up a storm. With private stroke lessons and workouts between two pools, they are always wet. This weekend was no different with yet another swim meet, this time down in Jupiter. Owen was disqualified today in the 50 butterfly. Her stroke was interesting, to say the least. What started out as something that resembled fly, finished with something that looked like a fly/breast hybrid and the officials didn't go for that. Don't get me wrong- I hate fly and my timing sucks (not that I even attempt it much-ever-at workout). I think she's tired from all of yesterday's events. She told me she quietly prayed the storm clouds that had been threatening all day would finally provide something viable to save her from the final backstroke event. The rain never materialized, much to her dismay. Her brother was quite happy to be off the hook today, his events on Saturday.
Boxing has been amazing and I love Gus more than ever. I am taking a hiatus, however, trying to get back into some kind of love relationship with triathlon. My swimming has really suffered- I haven't been to the pool much until two weeks ago. In fact, the coach sent out a "general" email to everyone in the program, requesting less talking on the wall and more swimming. Barry forwarded it back to Marc, the coach, and me, with a few minor and clever adjustments that began each sentence with my name and mentioned something about sipping coffee. Clearly, Gene was targeting me and suggesting I need to be a little more serious if I am going to take a lane at his workout. Being singled-out by the coach in a passive-aggressive email was definitely a rude wake-up call and one that tells me I had better change my attitude about the workout before I am kicked out.
We leave soon for CA, and that trip cannot come soon enough. On the Left Coast, the kiddos will be immersed in more swimming, Junior Life Guards, and a few other camps to keep busy while I take a creative writing course through UCSD. I'm really excited-about everything. I keep having the same dream- the one in which I am running the hills through Poway. The smell of chaparral is sweet and horses, strong. The morning air is cool and dry, passing over my lungs with ease. The mountains tower in front of me and the horse trails roll like dusty ribbons into the distance. I feel like I can run forever. I am peaceful and content because, at last, I'm home and everything feels familiar.
