My inner bassett hound yearns to be a Rockette.

Hey All!
Been busy this week. Tuesday I had a swim lesson with Jan (one of the Reservoir Rockettes); thank goodness she has a small pool. Wednesdays are my guitar lessons, so I am unable to blog then. So it looks like Thursdays and Saturdays are my free days - besides the running.
My stomach is still doing the 'uneasy burn' everytime I think of the Amazing Race. I told work that I had "an appointment". In this instance the military rule applies - They didn't ask, so I didn't tell. If Channel 12 shows me in line at Miskelley's, well..... I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Another bridge I am going to have to consider is the Reserve thing. For right now, this is only an official entry, so if and when we get called to do an interview, I'll worry about that then. Ordinarily I don't have these thoughts, but for some reason I keep thinking,'What should I wear?' 'How should I wear my hear?' I know, how 'bout a ponytail? I'll just wear one high up - instant facelift. If I pull it tight enough, I won't even be able to blink. Kind of like the Runaway Bride pic. Talk about 'deer-in-headlights' look. Luckily that was just a reaction to the flash.

Annnyway, I ran with the Rockettes this morning. (Hope you don't mind ladies. I like to fantasize that I have legs like a Rockette and since it does start with an R, well... . We don't kick as high, but we're still alive and kicking by the next run, so I think that counts just as well.)
Susan wasn't feeling well and T'knesha didn't show either. But we did have the Birthday girl - Sally, Carol, Lisa, Hallie, Jan and Chris. It was nice and cool this morning. Jan and I ran a slow pace this time with minimal stops. We gauged ourselves off her heart monitor. If her pulse was too high or too slow, we adjusted. I opted to run with her to keep myself from chasing after Chris. I think I am part hound or something. Whenever Chris or someone else passes me on a run, it's all I can do not to lunge forward at a break-neck pace to catch or pass them. There is nothing in it for me, just the thrill of the chase. Lord knows what I would do if they wore red and had a siren. You're probably laughing now picturing me as a bassett hound chasing after one of our own marathoners but, if I can't beat 'em...

My swimming lesson went well. I'm still here. After much scrutinizing of the olympic swimmers, I managed to act like one in the pool. Now all I have to do is kick, paddle, relax, turn and breath all at the same time, without stopping. Since I lost some weight, my butt isn't as bouyant as it use to be. I don't know if I should be happy or sad considering. But my bathing suit fit still, so that was in all a good day. Jan has 6 dogs. One of them is a Korgi, I think. He's old and almost blind, but became my self-appointed coach. He would sit at the side of the pool right next to me as Jan instructed me. Whenever I did something wrong, he would bark an order. Once I got the hang of it, Jan had me swim from one side to the other. The dog- Max, I believe, would trot around to the otherside and be there when I got there. Look me over to see if I was okay and then wait til I went again. Then he would trot back to the opposite side to meet me. Best coach I ever had. We bonded. It is possible that he sensed my inner hound.

A group of us were thinking of running our long run in Clinton this Saturday. If any of you want to join us.... just kidding. I shall see you all on Saturday for the mere 18 miles. Nurses! Did you save up those I.V.'s . I think we're going to need 'em. Hopefully it rains, it'll take my mind off the 18. Especially since I wear glasses - that fog up and no windshield wipers to boot. Can one of the nurses bring a walking stick for the blind, I may need it.

Run on you Rockers and Rockettes!!