Just remember to drink plenty of fluids.
Also, good job on the running to all.
1 spoils my plan to drink plenty of solids.
That is a super awesome family story. Go Newt! Go Sally! Go Grandpa! Go LB!
Hilarious, but I can't help thinking you all should try CROSSFIT.
I ran last night even though my ankle hurt. I've been hobbling since.
Kickboxing, not crossfit. Fight! Fight!
Unfortunately I'm compelled to admit that kickboxing would win that fight.
Well done! My first 5k was a little while ago -- you walking and running beats my run easily. So good to get the kids into it now.
Yes, but what about my ankle? Should I get it looked at, try to run more, or just lay off for a few days? It isn't swollen and this doesn't feel like the Achilles tendon stuff I had before.
Congratulations, Breaths! IIRC, you and Newt both beat my time in a recent morning-after-rehearsal-dinner 5K. I claim acute slowness due to it being the morning after a rehearsal dinner and chronic slowness due to long torso short legs.
This is great...except for the phrase, my elderly father, said of an apparently spry allbeit clumsy (I can relate) 73 yr old. Being within half a dozen yrs of said age, and having signif-other straddling it, I can't stress enough how wrong that adjective is. One's children are allowed to call one doddering, anasazi (as in the anasazi are coming over), old people, old folks, the ancient ones and other clever descriptive terms, but really, you will live to regret using elderly to describe a loved one. I predict that on your 73rd Bday you will recall this feckless usage and immediately color a deep shade of red, as you think to yourself,"but,but,but... I'm just hitting my stride! I could run 5K! I'm yet but a slip of a thing!" So beware!
This post is just terrific all around.
The Breaths-ran of St. Sebastian
So Sally was signed up twice?
Encyclopedia Brown solves the case! I knew something didn't sound right.
Damn, Newt finished (outside and on regular ground) in my usual time indoors and on a flat treadmill. Well done to all of you!
I've been swimming for June and plan to run for July but I'd rather do so indoors than die in the DC-area humid/hot. Boring, but better than fucking my rotator cuffs!
You run on your hands when outside?
fucking my rotator cuffs!
Speaking of human Klein bottles.
Great story. I was amused by the tortoise & hare bit. How did Sally react to Newt finishing before her?
27: yes, which child was the most wise?
24: by swimming too much for my rotator cuffs (as you well know).
25: my shoulders are oddly configured but I never would have thought it'd happen to me!
If my ankle/calf issues persist, maybe I should swim for the summer.
TJ, are you using the pool at work? I really should renew with the gym and maybe get fitter.
27. Salamander was the most wise. She finished after her parent did. Newt and Lizard both finished ahead of their parents. Luckily, no pineapples were involved.
30: no I can't Justify the expense given the 25 yd lap pool we have at our apartment comPlex. I've thought about maybe time savings but those just hardly ever materialize.
One bonus associated with swimming (which may be totally idiosyncratic) I brought up before is that it really tends to crank up the ol libido. Obviously ymmv.
29: maybe I should swim for the summer.
Is that like racing for the cure? Because summer seems to be doing pretty well on its own without any help.
summer seems to be doing pretty well on its own
A little too well , if you ask me. I had to go to work today to get some internet & AC. Stupid climate.
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I don't know why I even let myself read the Sandusky coverage, but this bit from the NY Times managed to drop me even lower than my already rock-bottom expecatations:
"From the beginning, Joe Paterno warned against a rush to judgment in this case. Coach Paterno testified truthfully, to the best of his recollection, in the one brief appearance he made before the grand jury. As he testified, when informed of an incident involving Jerry Sandusky in 2001, Coach Paterno followed university procedures and promptly and fully informed his superiors. He believed the matter would be thoroughly and professionally investigated."
I know I shouldn't be shocked, but the misplaced empathy here is just remarkable to me. I get that there is always the possibility of a false accusation, but THAT was Paterno's first concern? That there would be a "rush to judgment"?
Can we at least move to a world where an accusation like this triggers an automatic protocol, perhaps like an officer-involved shooting does?
It's "routine" for a police officer who shoots someone to be put on desk duty while it's investiagated. For the love of heaven, can't it become "routine" for a person who has contact with children to be put on the equivalent while charges are investigated?
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Apparently someone is suing Strava because a family member (partner?) was killed in an collision with a car while trying to regain his 'King of the Mountain' title on Strava.
Anyway, kudos just for running at all. No one should have to run.
Yesterday I bicycled four miles and it was windy. Yet I did not die, and could remember in bits why this had been fun before the incident. Yet it's extraordinary how much fear coagulates in the unconscious while you think you're doing fine.
The Breaths are an example to us all.
Werdna! I'm glad to read you're out there. I hope to see more of your pictures on flickr.
The New York Times headline for Tom Friedman's column did its job. I clicked through. It figured it was about the healthcare decisions and I had to see how much of an idiot he would be. He did not disappoint.
Indeed, I found myself applauding for Chief Justice Roberts the same way I did for Al Gore when he gracefully bowed to the will of the Supreme Court in the 2000 election and the same way I do for those wounded warriors -- and for the same reason: They each, in their own way, took one for the country.
I should spend more time here, I know, but it's not nearly so much fun procrastinating when there is nothing to procrastinate from. And I can't work out whether my brain has turned to mashed potato because of the incident, because of the drugs I am taking, or because it just hasn't been used for anything except reconfiguring life for a month.
(oh, and the pub where I was with Chris, ttaM and the strandeds found my work pass and oyster card a month later)
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You know how in every sports movie ever, there is the one team that's the rich jerks, the ones with the best uniforms and the preternatural talent and the ex-pro coaches? The team that serves as a foil for the heroic protagonists from the upstart working class team? Watching my daughters' regional athletic competition, and seeing the PDBS club dominate the proceedings, I just realized we are *that team*.
(Actually, the girls are pretty nice, and they are a lot more working class than you would imagine. But still.)
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If you've ever been in the room with somebody trying to assign little kids to soccer teams, you'd be amazed at how many parents are explicitly trying to get on *that team* to have an excuse to meet the other kids' parents.
This particular event was a perfect illustration. The upstart working class clubs won a couple of key events, but the PDBS club overwhelmed them by sheer force of numbers, entering contestants in every event and age group, racking up points with second and third place finishes where they didn't win outright. In the end, they were miles ahead of the second place team in the overall standings.
Presumably there will be a training montage, and then the upstart club will miraculously clench the big championship.
Oh, it's one of those "meet" events. I didn't think anyone cared which team won, just the individual events. (I say that as someone who had a friend who was 1st out of 1 finishers in over a dozen high school race-walks)
1st out of one finishers
In this discipline, you can get second place with no competition--you have to "beat the book". The PDBS competitors got a couple of uncontested 2nd places that had the PDBS mothers pretty upset. Either there was some resentment playing out in the judges booth, or the East German judge was deducting points for technical demerits.
27: Sally was gracious about the loss -- congratulated him sincerely. She is planning to train for the next one to clarify that he's not actually stronger than she is for a couple of years yet.
47. More to the point, how's your dad?
Oh, he's fine -- reports that the scrapes look much less impressive this morning, and there's no other damage beyond maybe a sprained finger. No NSAIDs necessary.
Dad's basically an ox. Klutzy, a bit, but to do him any real damage you'd need a lot more than tripping at jogging speed.
Good to hear werdnA is on the mend!
I love the story - it's so sweet! Congrats.
in the finest Breath family tradition of being astonishingly clumsy but too pigheaded to let the resulting damage get to us.
Ha, that sounds like my family. It doesn't matter so much if you don't have great fitness or strength or speed or hand-eye coordination as long as you have a high pain threshold.
as long as you have a high pain threshold.
Please Dad! I said no more punchies, my arm is sore.
You know how in every sports movie ever, there is the one team that's the rich jerks, the ones with the best uniforms and the preternatural talent and the ex-pro coaches?
When I coached youth soccer, our three best players got poached after the first game. They went to the league organizer's team. These were 7-8 year olds.
It's "routine" for a police officer who shoots someone to be put on desk duty while it's investiagated. For the love of heaven, can't it become "routine" for a person who has contact with children to be put on the equivalent while charges are investigated?
Not to nit-pick, but police officers involved in shootings get special treatment. They are not questioned until 2-3 days have passed and they have an attorney, and they have been supplied with all of the details of the shooting so that their story can match up. Plus, they are given the benefit of every doubt.
Then, they are almost always cleared and returned to the job. Or placed in charge of the IA until to "investigate" other officers.
So, definitely not the protocal that we want to follow.
I am sad that my autistic daughter is the athletic one, not my son.
She is tall, lean, competitive, obsessive, fast, and feels no pain. Perfectly happy to dominate other people.
My son wants to get along with others, is slow, not tall, and easily distracted.
55 reminds me that I went back and tried to piece together when the Sandusky family surrendered their foster license and I'm really not sure. There is definitely a protocol for investigating foster homes and if there's any belief that the report might be substantiated, kids (even biological or adopted) will often be removed from the home and placed in emergency care until a determination of fact has been made.
If there were an investigation of our home, our worker wouldn't be allowed to tell us what was going on or act as a support for us, though there's a support group for foster parents that steps in. False allegations are common, though as I've said before abuse within foster and adoptive families is much more common than it should be too.
So it's certainly possible that if Penn State had notified the police, it would have resulted in the Sandusky family at least not being allowed to be foster parents anymore, though I suspect the football connection might have left room for a lot of coverup there.
Yea Breaths! Olympic trials, here you come!
Congratulations, Breaths.
AFAIR, my first race of any kind since elementary school was this past spring. On relatively short notice, I figured what the hell, I'd give it a try. I didn't prepare at all, but I was biking to work and in the past I had fairly regularly jogged for 20 minutes or longer on treadmills at gyms.
So I had no training for running specifically, but I started from a fairly healthy and in-shape baseline, so I figured I could probably handle it. I was right, I was fine. I finished in between 30 and 34 minutes (don't remember exactly), and was tired but not completely spent, so I could probably have done a little better just by not pacing myself as much.
In the process I learned (or rather, got yet another bit of evidence) that I have the wrong personality for social exercise, because I couldn't take a compliment on my performance from someone who did better than me. On this same day there were several other, longer races, including a 10-mile. An acquaintance ran in that one and he hadn't trained beforehand either, but was starting from a much better baseline - he'd actually done that kind of thing in the past, just not recently. He finished in about an hour and a half. So he ran about as fast as I did overall (probably faster), but for three times as long. Afterwards he was as polite as you could want about my performance, and I'm sure he was sincere, but it still grated on me and I insisted on pointing out that he had done three times better than me so it didn't really make sense to make a big deal about how I did.
Probably not a healthy attitude on my part, but there you go.