10.27.2014

In Five Days

In five days it will be November.

I think I'm going to try NaBloPoMo again this year. I want to start blogging again, but I also feel badly just jumping in when I've been mostly absent this year. So I'm thinking I'll take the month of November and try to give a recap of our first year in Texas. Then I can get back to my regular posting.

Thanks for reading, if you're reading this. Sorry. I'm sorry. It's been a weird year.

4.26.2014

Swim Test: This Is Happening

There is no Texas update. I'm sorry. I will try, maybe. I think anyone who reads this knows me on Facebook too anyway, though - so an update isn't necessary, really. Maybe just for the sake of continuity. Maybe.

But for now. Just an entry.

I took the kids to the YMCA this morning. It was the first day that the outdoor pool was open - and we've been eyeballing that pool, with its many slides, zero entry, and climbing structure all winter long - so I promised the kids a dip after I hit yoga.

It was colder than I expected. We only stayed in there for 45 minutes or so. But it was long enough for Carter to make his summer goal.

There are two big slides at the Y, and they end in pretty deep water. To be able to go down those slides you have to pass a swim test, which is to front and back float, and be able to swim half the length of the lap pool without touching the bottom.

Carter is a timid swimmer. He only really put the movements together two summers ago, and though he is getting more confident, he's nowhere near able to swim half the length of the pool. Plus he gets really nervous floating on his front. And his back. Floating is not fun for Carter.

But he really, really wants to go down those slides.

The neighborhood we are renting a house in has a community pool, and we get keys to it soon. I think the pool officially opens in a week. We'll be little pool bunnies, practicing at least twice a week. He's going to go down those slides by the end of summer break.

It's been a hard year for him. The move rocked him harder than we expected. But he's learning the value of perseverance, and that it's ok not to be immediately great at something - practice helps. I'm proud of him for making this plan. I'm excited.

That's all. I'm excited.

12.05.2013

Pounding the Pavement

I went for a run the other day.

I don't really understand the fun of running. I never have. I've done it a *little* bit. My nephew and I did the Couch to 5k program a few years ago, planning to participate together in a 5k that wound up being cancelled (it was supposed to happen in celebration of a park in Tallahassee that is still under construction to this day). We took it as an excuse to stop running right then, and started lifting weights - which we both discovered we loved. Weights have been my go to exercise ever since.

But I've felt drawn to it, here. Here where we have sidewalks and lower humidity. Street lights and running trails and cool mornings. I see people running all the time. They look happy.

The final push ... doesn't make much sense, I guess. But less than two weeks ago a friend of mine's sweet baby girl died just two days before the day she was supposed to be born. I can only begin to imagine the depth of her grief, and in it - she's run a little. To heal. When she said she was going to do it, I decided to go too. Not exactly in solidarity. Maybe in memory. I don't know. Maybe for the sheer act of doing something, anything.

I did a slow two miles (counting the warm up walk) on Sunday, and I haven't yet been back out. I'm hoping to, this evening. Before the cold weather blows back in and I chicken out again. It was ... Not as awful as I had expected it to be. Maybe with enough time I'll even see what they see in it.



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