Despite the title of this post, this story actually starts back in Toledo, Ohio, where we celebrated my husband’s 47th birthday. I mean, wouldn’t you want to go to Toledo for your birthday?
Of course, we were on our way back from our road trip to Milwaukee for USAT Age Group Nationals, and had stopped in Toledo for the night, since I
refused to suggested that we not stop in Howe, Indiana again, as we had on the way to Milwaukee. Not that there’s anything wrong with Howe. It’s just that there’s not anything. As in, there’s a hotel on the side of the road, , which I named “Grandma’s” because it smelled musty like Grandparents’ homes tend to, and a chinese restaurant and that’s it. Oh and around the back of the hotel parking lot is a house. Yes, someone lives behind the hotel. They have a driveway off the parking lot with a basketball hoop and everything. Right off the Indiana Toll Road. Granted, it’s only a couple of miles down the road to civilization in the form of quaint Sturgis, Michigan, but still.
Anyway, I digress. So we drove to Toledo, where we stayed in a much nicer hotel that didn’t smell like the one in Howe. And in the morning I gave Stuart his birthday gift: Baseball tickets. To a Yankees/Orioles game. Stuart is a huge Yankees fan. We live near Baltimore. So I guess he assumed the tickets were for Camden Yards because he looked at them for a minute before saying, “This game is at Yankee Stadium!” Yes sir. Indeed they are. I thought the pics of Yankees players (I only recognized Derek Jeter but I’m sure he knew them all) on the tickets would be a dead giveaway, but I guess not!
So last Friday we packed up the kids and the car and drove to NYC. We stayed in Midtown and visited Central Park before taking the subway from Grand Central to Yankee Stadium.
That’s a pic of the boys and Stuart in Central Park, obviously. I didn’t want to look like a tourist so did not take pics on the subway. It wasn’t scary or dirty. It was a little hot down there in the tunnels under the city, but the train was clean and had A/C. I highly recommend the subway if you’re in NYC. Who wants to sit in a cab in all that traffic, anyway?! Travel like a local!
The game was awesome. We had good seats with a great view, and for one night I allowed hot dogs and soda and cotton candy. The kids (all 3) must have thought they’d died and gone to heaven.
As if that wasn’t good enough, it was bobblehead night (there are just four of these all season) and so we all received a Yogi Berra bobblehead. I believe they’re going for about $40 on eBay right now. Even better, in my opinion, was when my tweet appeared on the jumbotron:
To cap the night, the Yankees won (yay) and the boys went straight to bed when we got back to our hotel. A few minutes after we turned out the lights, my younger son asked, “when will all the beeping stop?” Uh, this be New York City, son, so, um, never! Although they’ve been in the city before, our boys have never stayed overnight and just couldn’t get used to the traffic and noise. When we drove out of the city the next day, my older son said, “I’m so happy to see trees!” which was ridiculously funny because a) we had been to Central Park the day before! and b) he spends his life hooked to Minecraft and video game trees don’t count.
So NY was a success! And because I am mother of the year, I scheduled our trip so we’d miss back-to-school night, 4th grade open house for the younger son, and the first day of his first baseball tournament of the season. Yep, I do stuff like that.
And now the kids are finally back in school after the longest summer ever, which was 15 mins longer than scheduled because son #1′s bus was late. Way to start the first day of middle school.
IronGirl Rocky Gap
Moving on. Sunday is my LAST triathlon of the season. I swear I have raced more multisport events this year than ever before. I don’t even know how many I’ve done but it feels like a billion. Let’s count ‘em:
Wow, is it really only five? Feels like a lot more. So Athleta IronGirl Rocky Gap is my last triathlon this year. I really need to focus on Marine Corps Marathon training, which, to tell the truth, I have been focusing on, hence the reason my run is so strong and my bike and swim suck. But there’s not really too much I can do about that now. The bike at Rocky Gap is super hilly and it’s a bit late for me to go work on hills now, but I did pretty well on the hills at the Maryland Olympic Du, and this is only 16 miles versus 26 for the du, so maybe I can pull off a good effort. Unfortunately the run is only 2.5 miles so not much time to catch up there.
The swim is half a mile in Lake Habeeb, which, as of right now, is 75 degrees and therefore WETSUIT LEGAL!!! Now just watch that temp climb over the next few days… If it’s not wetsuit legal I plan to wear my speed suit, which will probably help me drop 5 seconds…all of which I’ll gain back taking the damn thing off. I’m in wave 7 of 11 (so it could be worse) and get to wear a “dayglo pink” swim cap. My least favorite color. Oh well, can’t choose everything.
So I have this goal to swim more this year, given my crap swims at Nationals and South Riding and the impending (but still a year away thank goodness) ITU World Championship, where I don’t want to look like an idiot. With that in mind, on Monday I dragged the family to the pool so I could swim laps while pretending we were having quality family time. Granted, both sons jumped in my lane at some point and challenged me to a couple of 25m races, which I lost, so there was some family time in there. But for the most part I swam back and forth for an hour, pretending I really didn’t want to sit on the side and chat with the other parents, and reminding myself what an awesome tan I was getting on my back.
And then that night I started sneezing a lot. And I felt congested and my head hurt. And I thought it must be from the pool. But then Stuart started feeling the same way, and since we have the same allergies (weird, huh) we realized that’s what it was. So this morning I woke up in a total fog. My head felt awful. But I had a 10 mile run to do. And not just 10 miles but 10 “pace miles” where I run marathon pace, which for me is a slightly frightening 7:45 – 8:00. So off I went, fully expecting this to be a total sufferfest. And what I found was that the fog was just from the neck up. That my legs were bouncy like a little…oh, I don’t know, pony? and 7:45 pace felt like no big deal. It was the weirdest feeling, like my legs weren’t attached to my body. My head stayed in the fog and at times I didn’t even know where I was, but my legs were happy as could be. It was just about the oddest sensation I’ve ever had. The only thing weirder is having a c-section, where you can feel hands routing around inside your body but it doesn’t hurt and, similarly, there’s that odd sensation of detachment.
So my legs ran 10 miles in 1:18 while my head floated around in a fog. Hopefully the allergies will be better by Sunday because biking in this fog can’t possibly be safe and swimming, even in a wetsuit, would be worse.