Taking the plunge: public pools, sharing lanes.

This week I’ve finally decided to start swimming at the gym. I bought a bathing suit a few weekends back, and I already had goggles. Swim cap ready, I headed to the gym Monday morning after waking up too late to make 6 am yoga. I swam from 6:15 to 6:45, for a total of 31 minutes, and swam 16 laps. That’s a little less than a half mile. After consulting with my sorella, I learned that she was just as slow when she started, so I didn’t feel so badly.

But I did have questions. How do you breathe? Do you breathe every stroke? Do you exhale under water? Am I kicking my legs correctly? Does it make you feel like you’re going to drown? Do you ever swallow water when trying to breathe? Why doesn’t my swim cap cover all the hair in the back, and how can I take it off without pulling out all of my hair.

Needless to say, I need a few days (and a yoga session) before I could dive back in. Last night, though, I had about 45 minutes of free time before I was supposed to meet a friend at the movies (more on that later.) I grabbed my swim stuff and headed to the (overcrowded after work) gym. One lane was open, so I grabbed it, though not for long. Soon I was sharing my lane with a speedo-wearing man, but at least he was just as slow as me, so I didn’t feel as bad. The swimmers in the middle lane were intimidating, as they didn’t stop between laps and seemed to have thrashing down to a minimum. And they didn’t stop mid-pool to make sure they were swimming straight.

Shortly after, about 20 minutes in, I was sharing the lane with two speedo-clad men. Luckily, this made me swim faster (who doesn’t love a little competition?) I ended up swimming 18 laps in 26 minutes, which was about .55 of a mile, and was faster than Monday! Improvement! Already! Splendid!

Today my back hurts a little, so I’ll be going to yoga to see how I do, but I think it’s because I am not kicking correctly….Nikita says I should use a kickboard, which I will try next time I swim.

After swimming last night I headed to the movies (located a mere 2 flights downstairs, oh LA how I love you) with my gym bag, wet hair, in sweat pants, and holding my bike helmet (I biked to the gym.) I talked to my dad on the phone, telling him about how ridiculous I looked and how hot it was outside and how I always looked like a hot mess when going to the ArcLight and someone famous always walks by. Immediately after I hung up with him (CW had arrived) Gene Simmons walked by. Serves me right.

Weekend is almost here. Can’t wait. What are you lovelies up to? Anyone have kicking technique advice?

Catching up on Parenthood…

Today I was out of work, due to illness. I drank a lot of tea. I drank a lot of water. I caught up on sleep. I wore my glasses. I ate leftover Indian food. I ate pumpkin soup (which I must say, was too sweet, in my opinion.)

I caught up on Parenthood.

Which, I love. I snuggled with my snuggie.

It was a good sick day, despite feeling like my head was maybe going to shoot off. (And, it didn’t actually shoot off, as it turns off.)

What do you people do on your sick days?

Chicago, and a giant eyeball.

When I was in Chicago we went on the architectural tour and saw the city from the Chicago River. Beautiful. Here are some choice shots:

Inbound…

Random water tower.

Building with no corner offices, so nobody thinks they’re better than anyone else…

I want to live in that little green house…

One of Chicago’s many bridges

The adornments for this building? The buildings around it, of course.

Sears Tower. Always.

This building is an equilateral triangle.

And we disappear…

These past 10 days, in case you didn’t know, I’ve been hopping along the east coast, from Boston to New Hampshire to Boston to Connecticut back to Boston again. It was a lovely, trip, but it is good to be home.

Things I loved: a fantastic wedding, full of lovely family and friends; lots of time in the sun, rejecting tons of sunscreen for a sun kissed look; a trip to the book barn and a discovery that I am flying Southwest in July, which means I could get as many books as I wanted and send them home with my mom, only to retrieve them in Chicago in a few weeks; sitting by the pool, playing pinochle, with my favorite babies, who continued to say, “I’m ready to play, I’m ready;” quote of the weekend: “Is the water going to turn black? Into soda?”; pizza nearly every day (Pepe’s, Zuppardi’s, etc.); friends on roof decks with beers and snacks; walks around Boston just like old times; drinks by Fenway; seeing my fave pen pal, and chatting about school, baseball, and guitar; snuggles on the couch; best friends together again; new friends to the old; Palluzzi Pizza in Boston; Jeff’s meatballs with Kate and Tom; walks to the beach; new flip flops; iced coffee for old time’s sake; crepes; crosswords; iced coffee for old time’s sake number 2; figuring out family secrets (with Uncle Tony spilling only a minute after arriving, and when asked about it, claimed, “Well, I’m a Palluzzi…”); Jeffrey finally understanding where I get my ugly trait of continually interrupting other people to tell my own stories; Seeing my baby cousins all grown up; Megan’s graduation song; seeing my baby cousins growing up; Jeff exclaiming, “It’s not fair, your family is huge, like four times the size of mine,”; “Who is that? How are they related to you?”; Lenny and Joe’s; home.

Pictures to come. 🙂