Fun Stories

Kiddies, where has the time gone? For awhile now these posts have been floating around in my head, they come to me at the strangest times, but they never actually make it to the blog. So, its time to catch up. Because I'm in a Weird Mood, I'll offer you a TOC (table of contents for those of you not in the know):

• I am a master swimmer.



• My eyes are pink.



• I saved some dude's life.



• Some random dude violated my bike seat.



• My hair is auburn.



• Sara met my imaginary friends.



• Life is good.

Are you ready ...? Here we go.

1. I am a master swimmer. I'm pretty sure I suffer from athletically induced anxiety. I've been swimming for while, and except for when I suffer from wet suit induced claustrophobia, I'm fairly confident that I won't drown and that I don't look like TOO MUCH of a fool. I'm fine showing up for lap swim and doing my thing. I have a few good workouts from the class with the hottie coach ... but, its kind of boring, and I know I cheat (taking extra rest, etc.) plus, over the summer, I got used to being the only one in the lane. Now that summer is over people who are doing a different workout show up to get in my lane and it kinda drives me crazy.

So, for awhile I was thinking about becoming a Master Swimmer but the thought kind of made me want to vomit. It shouldn't. I'm fine. Not awesome but fine and I swam in high school so I can read a swim set, I can circle swim, I can look like I belong ... until I was revealed as the slowest, or the girl who can't swim butterfly or ... I realized I was being crazy ... so, after a lot of self encouragement and befriending another girl who claimed to have never swam in the olympics, I went.

And ... ?

I really like it. The coach isn't awesome (no form advice) and I'm usually (but not always) the slowest and I sometimes still freak out if I'm going to swim and I know Megan isn't going to be there ... but, so far I haven't gotten there, looked in the pool window and then decided to leave and I don't cheat, and it costs more so I force myself to go twice a week and I either get my own lane or share one with someone doing the same workout and when you swim more you get better. Funny how that works.

The problem is that after my first Masters Swimming workout ...

2. My eyes were pink. And, after a plethora of eye drops that maybe shouldn't be combined they were still pink and itchy and goopy. Yum. When my co-workers found out I had pink eye they freaked out and insisted I stay home. So I did. For a week. Which was maybe over kill but ... you can never be too careful. And my week? It was awesome. I did some work but I also spent some time laying on the couch reading. I could get used to that life!

Surrounding the pink eye incident I went on two bike rides (funny, similar to swimming, when you ride your bike you get better at it. crazy, i know) and ...

3. I saved some dude's life. I was in a park, with the tri club. The middle part of the park was technically closed but we hopped the fence on our end and rode through to the chain indicating it was closed coming from the other direction. We were resting, discussing and planning when this guy on a mountain bike game zooming down the hill and showed NO SIGNS OF STOPPING at the chain ... I swear this happened in slow motion and we all JUST STOOD THERE and realized that this guy was going to go head over heels over this chain off his bike and a not slow speed. I was the only girl and in the nick of time I said (this is exact):

oh, oh, oh STOP, STOP!!!

And somehow, he slammed on the breaks and jumped off the bike JUST IN TIME. And declared that I saved his life. And kind of, I did.

4. Some random dude violated my bike seat. The next weekend, I slept through the tri club ride and decided to take the ferry into the city and ride in Central Park. I propped my bike against the little ferry house and was standing near it, waiting for the ferry when some random guy came up to my bike, said nothing and squeezed its seat. I kind of felt like he was squeezing my seat. It was weird. Who does that?

5. My hair is auburn.


Not the best picture, but what do you think? It was hard to get used to ... I would see my reflection and not know who I was. But now that I'm used to it I like it. And, in case you were wondering, like all major decisions (buying a bike, a condo) I did it spur of the moment ...

6. Sara met my imaginary friends. I admit it. I am a stalker of blogs. I can't help it. But I'm harmless. I consider my victims my imaginary friends. So imagine my surprise when the other day, I checked a blog and my worlds collided. Sara had gone on a bike ride with some girl whose blog I read. Sara met my imaginary friends! And I've got to admit I'm kind of jealous.

7. Life is good. Busy but good. On mostly all fronts (except, perhaps for the looming birthday front ... I'm OLD). For now, I'll leave it at that.

I'll try to be better at updating to avoid these epic posts.

Happy Halloween!!

P.S. A million years ago today, I went on my first date. Weird, right?