Thursday, July 21, 2016

Wednesday Word MISSED and I'm Blaming Pragmaticism

I messed up and missed yesterday's Wednesday Word with DebRuns.com. Everyone at the linkup was writing about the word pragmatic, and you can read their thoughts here.

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Instead of taking part in that fine community, I was scurrying around at work trying to get some stuff added to our website. Which, in a way, fits the pragmatic theme to a tee.

Some pragmatic synonyms are businesslike, realistic, sober, logical, practical. All good things for the workday, though not much fun. It's adulting, basically. Clearly, yesterday was a little too full of pragmatic. I'm looking for more balance today.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Back to (Real) Life

The thing about a vacation is that you eventually have to come home and we spent the last week getting back into our groove. For me, that meant getting back to the bike.

I got one nice ride to work in, tempting fate with predicted thunderstorms (that never showed up).

I posted this picture on Facebook with the comment that the hat makes me look like a mushroom and my friends assured me that it did not, so I got the reassurance that made me feel better but I still definitely think it's a shroomy hat and honest, I'm not just saying that because I'm a big diva who needs ever more assurance all the time.


And got out to the W&OD trail for a nice long ride this morning.



I know that many bike peeps would not consider that a long ride at all but I finally broke through the 15 mile barrier so I'm pretty pumped. Even more, it was a lot of fun. It was hot and muggy this morning, but on the bike you get a great breeze going. The thing I like about the bike is that there is a ton of stuff to learn. If someone speedy zips by me, it's cool because I can check out their gear and their cadence or their outfit our whatever. And everyone was super courteous, and I'm not being sarcastic.

When I got home I attached a new lock to my bike, which adds to a feeling of accomplishment. Tools make me feel fierce.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Vacation Visceral

I just got back (okay, on Saturday) from our annual trip to see my in-laws. They live in a beautiful place: Cape Cod, Massachusetts. And while we were there our nuclear family unit (Jim, the kids, and I) took a day trip to another beautiful place, Block Island.

Block Island is off the coast of Rhode Island and it is truly lovely. You should go!

It's a 1-hour ferry ride from the mainland. Here's the gorgeous harbor.

It was kind of a hike up to this lighthouse, but the views were worth it.

Seriously, so much of the island looks just like this. It's unspoiled and unlike anyplace I've visited.
Now, if you check the calendar, you'll see that today is Wednesday and thus the Wednesday Word linkup with DebRuns.com. Today's word is visceral. Check out what other bloggers are saying about it here (and then come back!):

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Visceral describes a gut instinct and I find very little in my life that brings out a visceral reaction in me. Except one thing that was in abundance on our vacation. Scallops.

I'm not allergic to scallops; they don't close up my throat or give me hives. But eating them (or anything cooked with them) gives me an intensively explosive digestive reaction. We're talking throwing up all night, and that's just the tip of the digestive iceberg. Their friend Mr. Clam is almost as unpleasant to me, but the scallop is king of my visceral discomfort.

My family is very kind about scallops and me. The boy and Jim love them, but they refrain from their indulgence unless they are seated far away from me in a restaurant. Because even the smell of them brings on that visceral twinge.

And that's my only bugaboo about our voyage to the marvelous Block Island: there is one town on the island, and the whole place smells like scallops.

But even with that, it was my favorite day of our trip.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Juneathon Day #30: Bike and Swim Goodness

This is the first Juneathon where I haven't run, even a step.

But I was able to ride my bike to work eight times, for which my employer should reward me with a gift card to a bike shop, WHOO-HOOO!

With this form, I pronounce myself officially a bike commuter. Gotta get some panniers now.

The bike racks for my building are in the foreground. Those tents in the background are up for new student orientation, and are empty when I roll onto campus in the mornings. I hear that it's immature fun to ride one's bike through the empty tents.
And I swam a bunch, finishing my 8-week swim class and grabbing up swim tips from Katie and Cherise (neighborhood swim bosses) this morning, as well as the nephew (swim king) and Michael at work (who might actually be AquaMan). I've thrown dignity to the wind and regularly take a stab at flip turns. This morning, I actually got my feet on the wall enough to push myself back a little!

Running, for me, was a no-brainer for exercise -- easy to get out and do, easy to see results. But there's a different joy in being straight-up BAD at something. Or maybe the better term is NEW at something. Because there's nowhere to go but up.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Juneathon Day #29: Delirious

It's Wednesday! And today's Wednesday Word with the DebRuns.com linkup, is delirious.

The closest I've ever come to being delirious during exercise is a few years ago when I ran the Mattapoisett (I have to look up that spelling every single time!) 5 Miler on the 4th of July and it was way, way hotter than Massachusetts is supposed to be. Generally, delirious is not me.

HOWEVER. Today is our younger kid's 17th birthday and when I think about how lucky we are to have a guy like that in our lives, I get close to being deliriously happy. I don't want to brag, but he's awesome.

I wish you all a deliriously delightful day! Go check out some other bloggers' perspective on deliriousness by clicking the link below:

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Oooh, and it's the final stretch of #juneathon! Did those arthritis-busting leg exercises, some pushups, and a plank this morning and I'm geared up for my bike ride to work as soon as I finish this post.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Juneathon Day #28: Swimming Like a Grandma

Yesterday I told you about my Cell Phone Miracle that happened on Saturday.

Sadly, though, when I got home, it was pretty clear that the phone's journey from the car bumper to the pavement had dinged it up enough that a new one was going to be necessary. Off to the Verizon store I went.

Jason, my salesperson, and I were discussing the relative merits of the cameras on two particular phones, and he asked me if I took lots of pictures. Yes, I told him, but nothing major. Usually just photos to accompany texts, like this:


From a pretty profound conversation I had with the daughter.

Or this.

On the days I ride to the office, I like to let Jim know I've made it.

Or an occasional (okay, more than occasional) cat photo:


Aw hell, yeah.

Do take pictures of your kids? he asked. Oh, yes, I assured him. How about your grandkids? he asked.

Hold on, Jason.

Now, for the record, I am 49. I fully recognize that some women are happily grandparents at my age. But in case you don't know, it's also the age where a lot of women do not like to be reminded that they are of an age where they could be grandparents.

I'm not going to lie, I'm having a little bit of trouble staring down 50. But more importantly, ol' Jason made a big, big, BIG assumption about my age and the makeup of my family.

You might not want to ever ask anyone that, I told him.

He scrambled, and stammered, and turned red, and mumbled something about being excited about photographing babies because he's got one at home himself, blah, blah, blah, but the rapport was lost and I was so mad I could hardly finish the transaction.

I should have kept my dinged up miracle phone.

Just a swim today. A bit of a discouraging one, too, since those flip turns that still won't connect with the wall slowed me down quite a lot. I'm not going to blame Jason for that, too, but I thought about it.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Juneathon Day #27: Cell Phone Miracle!

I got to the gym this morning and did weights. In addition to the weight machines that I learned about from physical therapy (that un-ladylike hip abductor/adductor, the leg pushy thing for your quads, and the seated hamstring curly one), I did some leg lifts in the captain's chair, then some lunges, stuff for my arms, some Pilates action and planks down on the mat, etc, etc, blah, blah.

But I'm not going to write about that. I'm going to write about my my Cell Phone Miracle this weekend!

I'm not a phone aficionado; I basically use it for social media and to see how far I walk or bike. I had it out for the latter purpose on Saturday: I finished my bike ride and found that I hadn't gone quite as far as I'd thought:



While on the highway driving home, I realized that my phone was not in the car with me. I pulled off into a parking lot to search the car (no phone, dammit) and consider my options. It looked like a new phone was going to be inevitable but then, as I left the parking lot, there it was on the ground. I had left thing on my back bumper as I'd loaded up my bike and driven halfway home. It had hung on until I turned into the parking lot. I'd had it in an arm band for the ride, which I suppose prevented it from being demolished when it hit the pavement.


It was in the middle of this driveway. I didn't want to get out of the car anymore to replicate the miraculous sight, so you've got to use your imagination.

Really, I should have played the lottery on Saturday. More tomorrow . . .