Here I am five weeks after starting my master’s swim class. And I’m still alive; which is hard to believe since heavy rocks are more accomplished at swimming than yours truly. This video is the last 100 yards of our 2000 yard swim this morning – I still have a long, long ways to go, but believe me, it’s a major improvement. And by ‘major’ I mean nothing short of a miracle.
I’m open to suggestions on ways to improve my stroke/speed/irrational fear of death by water.
But doing it anyway. What can I say? Jeanne and Nod are awesome! So awesome, in fact, I want to adopt them and force them to live with me forever and ever.
It would have been nice if we had a little bit of sunshine and the weather was warmer, but it didn’t interfere too much with our weekend plans: shop, shop, shop, eat, drink, shop, hot tub, eat, drink, drink, drink, sleep, shop. Repeat x 3.
Throw in an icy half-marathon, a makeover, teaching Ms. Not Born to Run how to wear a bra Texan Style, an obligatory Starbucks rescue or ten, and you’ll have our weekend. Full and Fun!
Are we not in Texas anymore? They said the windchill around White Rock Lake was -2 degrees. Wind blowing sideways. Really. Sideways. The bridges were covered with ice. Ice, in Texas. Ice. Real, live icy stuff. Where is global warming when you need it? I don’t know if that is accurate or not, but it seriously felt like we were in Antarctica. I have never, ever, ever, ever been so cold. The last four miles of the race absolutely brutal – there wasn’t a place on my body that wasn’t numb. I’m still cold. Really. And I’m chaffed so bad I’m still oozing puss. Gross, I know.
My time: 2:14:05 – which, considering the wind was blowing sideways and it was either move or die of frostbite, I’m okay with. If it wasn’t for Jeanne and Nod I would have bailed. I’m so glad they are here!! And I can’t wait to share our shopping extravaganza reports with you.
Are we the cutest Popsicles on the planet or what? Jeanne did great, Nod did great, Donkey did great, I did great. When in Antarctica, survival is the only thing that matters.
More photos here. And funny thing is, this was the smallest part of our vacation. I almost forgot we ran a half marathon. Silly me. More on that later. Fun. Fun. Fun. I love them both – I want to adopt them and force them to live with me.
In preparations for the upcoming visit of the infamous Ms. Not Born to Run and Nod, I decided I better actually run and have some fun. And who else better to practice those skills with than my funner, runner and wine sipper friend/Martini Twin, Michelle! Saturday, we ran 13 miles in the rain – and in the rain, I created my new # 2 motto: If you gonna run, run fun!* It’s hard to argue with that kind of brilliance. (Well, unless you’re at mile 17 of a marathon and your quads are on fire, but I totally plan to change that this year.)
We petted zebras and kissed horses and finished in 2 hours and 17 minutes (we won’t mention anything about the auto pause feature on our Gamins during our petting zoo break) and beat our virtual partner by 2 minutes!
We finished soaking wet and with smiles on our faces.
This was our wine of the weekend. Full deep red and a sexy label. I’ll make it simple for you – if it says 2005, Napa and Cabernet, Buy It! Doesn’t matter if it costs $5.00 or $100.00 it’s gonna taste fabulous. Found this wine online at wine.com and on sale for $59.00.
