Master Swimmer

I am forcing myself to write since I shamefully see that the last post was 20 days ago. The school year is winding down like water being sucked down the drain. Everything is happening at once - I'm trying to wrap up my school year, the kids', get the garden done, get the house remodeled. Oy. Some good things have been happening though. We did get our kitchen slightly remodeled. I'll post pictures when it's completely done but our guy that's doing the work, Jesus, is a bit of a flake. We're, well Jesus is to be exact, redoing the tile in the bathroom too but only Jesus knows when that will get done. Such problems, I know. I sound spoiled but these are things we needed to do when we first moved in and are just getting around to a few three years later. Welcome to home ownership.

The big excitement in my life is that I joined the swim team! I was always a pool rat growing up. While other kids were at camp, I was at our neighborhood pool going to swim practices, swim meets and generally just bumming around the pool. I was pretty fast before puberty hit and then my desire to hang out with friends became greater than my desire to train twice a day to try and eventually go to the Olympics. Not that I was ever that good, but shit, maybe I coulda gone for the gold if I wasn't such a normal kid. But now is my chance! I joined a master's swim team and may actually do a meet. Some day. I started swimming again about a month ago as a last resort. You see I have plantar fasciitis and was basically told to avoid any impact on my feet. Gee, that's real easy to do when you work and have small children to run after. So since I couldn't get on my treadmill I decided to utilize the almost always empty pool at the gym. At first I was kind-of dreading it. But once I got in with some decent goggles and racing suit I felt great! The obese 70 year-old men complimented me on my speed and endurance and I felt like Michael Phelps I tell ya.

A few weeks later I joined this team, thinking I'd be hot shit. NOT. I'm in the second slowest lane but hey, that's okay. Trying to catch up to people 10 years older than you is actually a great way to burn calories! I just hope I don't hyperventilate along the way.
Swimmingly yours,
Cassie