Hello all. Just wanted to let you know I clocked in at nineteen (count them: 19) miles this morning for our Swim for Distance Month, still with half a week to go. I should easily hit 20 on Friday, there's still Saturday and if I manage a long swim on Sunday, I could even hit the fabled 23. Either way, I'd say I've earned my t-shirt. But will I have enough sponsor dough to buy a water buffalo
from Heifer International? Or at least a goat, some chicks and a hive of bees or two or three? Well, that all depends on you. If I haven't hit you up yet, it's just because I haven't personally run into you. By all means, consider yourself hit up. Sponsor me by the mile or the kilometer (31.4 so far) and help some poor family in Nepal (or someplace in Asia--you can find the range of a water buffalo here) improve their situation.
So what's it like to swim 23 miles in a month's time, you ask. Well, it involves swimming just about every day, weather permitting, and frankly, I am TIRED. I've noticed when I lift heavy things, my arms are sore. These back to back swims, where I swim one evening and then again eight hours later the following morning, are the worst. There's just not enough muscle recovery time and the it's like swimming through peanut butter. I'll be glad to go back to my usual 4-5 times a week. Yeah, you'd think if you're swimming almost every day, anyway, what's so hard about throwing in two more days and staying in the water longer, but somehow it makes a big difference. Like the big difference it would make for a poor family to have a water buffalo, and--nah, I already talked about that.
One thing I'm pretty sure I haven't mentioned is how nice it is to be upside down in the water (doing a flip turn) and be listening to Beethoven at the same time. In case y'all missed it, my awesome sister Kristen bought me an underwater iPod last Christmas and it's just been the best gift ever. I think classical music works best for long sets and rock is best for speed sets, but the important thing is giving my brain something to do besides count laps. I'm already plotting out what I'm going to listen to for the Really Long Swim in September. So thank you, Kristen! and cheers, all.
Namo amitabha Buddhaya, y'all.
This here's a religious establishment. Act respectable.
This here's a religious establishment. Act respectable.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Mindful Swimming
So something happened yesterday that's probably happened about a million times before, but I didn't notice for whatever reason. Probably because I wasn't being mindful, which, you know, a Buddhist kind of should be. Ironically, Thich Nhat Hanh's school of Buddhism, which is my particular sect, is All About Being Mindful; my Buddhist name, for Godsakes, is "Deepening Mindfulness of the Source," which is pretty Jedi, when you think about it.
But anyway. I woke up in a bad mood, which happens. I kind of grumped around the house having coffee and getting ready and so on, and then I went to the pool. There was a New Guy in my lane. This is not surprising; new guys often show up in my lane because I swim in what we shall call the Slow Lane, with the older guys and the guys recovering from injuries and the guys who, for whatever reason, don't want to swim in the Fast Lane with the ex-Olympians and the 30-year-old doctors and, you know, the kings of the water. (And they are mostly guys, now that I think about it. We probably have twice as many men as women. It's a pretty egalitarian sport, but I bet women have more trouble getting out of the house at 5 am to get to the pool what with kids and pets and jobs and--stuff.) So the first question that always comes up is, "Does the New Guy know the rules?" There are a couple of different ways to share a lane--like circling, going up one side and down the other side, or splitting, where each of you stays in one half of the lane. and I could tell this guy didn't know the rules because he was kind of all over the place. In that circumstance it's not very safe to jump in and start swimming because there could be a collision, so I jumped into the water and just waited by the wall for him to come back from the other end so we could Discuss.
And an amazing thing happened. I guess I never noticed this before because I normally jump in and then immediately push off and start swimming, and in this case I was just holding still, but the second I jumped into the water, the happiness meter started going up. I swear, it was like watching the mercury increase on an oven timer; I came in grumpy, I jumped in the water, and just by being in the water my mood started to improve. Never mind the actual swimming. When I started actually swimming, my mood just shot up. Sure, exercise and endorphins and all that, but still, this was pretty remarkable. Instant happy, just add water.
And speaking of swimming, how's the swim-for-distance thing going? Pretty good. I'm at 19.7k or 12 and a quarter miles. I still have the better part of two weeks, so it looks like I'll hit at least 20 miles and hopefully 23. This Sunday I'm hoping to do a double session, or a session and a half, which comes to at least an hour and a half in the water and 2700-3000 meters. The big 5k swim is in September and I lost a lot of ground when I was out with a month with pneumonia, but we'll see how that goes. Somebody told me recently that there's a two-hour limit on the 5k swim, anyway. There's absolutely no way I will get fast enough to swim 5k in 2 hours (more like 2 1/2, maybe even closer to 3) but I can probably swim between 3500 and 4000, and that's a lot. (Hm, maybe I'll take bets on whether or not I hit 4000. Proceeds to go to some charity. Not sure which one. There are a lot of them out there.)
I have several sponsors pledging me by the kilometer or the mile, with all proceeds going to Heifer, International, but I could always use more. It's easy; just be around when I post my final tally at the end of the month and send me a check, made payable to Heifer (which is tax deductible and all that) so that I can mail it with all the other checks and a nice letter from everybody. If I raise $250, we can buy a water buffalo for some family in Southeast Asia, which would be cool. If not, we can still buy goats and chickens and hives of bees and so on. Farm animals make a huge difference in the lives of poor families and they are not to be eaten, so there's something for the vegetarians.
But anyway. I woke up in a bad mood, which happens. I kind of grumped around the house having coffee and getting ready and so on, and then I went to the pool. There was a New Guy in my lane. This is not surprising; new guys often show up in my lane because I swim in what we shall call the Slow Lane, with the older guys and the guys recovering from injuries and the guys who, for whatever reason, don't want to swim in the Fast Lane with the ex-Olympians and the 30-year-old doctors and, you know, the kings of the water. (And they are mostly guys, now that I think about it. We probably have twice as many men as women. It's a pretty egalitarian sport, but I bet women have more trouble getting out of the house at 5 am to get to the pool what with kids and pets and jobs and--stuff.) So the first question that always comes up is, "Does the New Guy know the rules?" There are a couple of different ways to share a lane--like circling, going up one side and down the other side, or splitting, where each of you stays in one half of the lane. and I could tell this guy didn't know the rules because he was kind of all over the place. In that circumstance it's not very safe to jump in and start swimming because there could be a collision, so I jumped into the water and just waited by the wall for him to come back from the other end so we could Discuss.
And an amazing thing happened. I guess I never noticed this before because I normally jump in and then immediately push off and start swimming, and in this case I was just holding still, but the second I jumped into the water, the happiness meter started going up. I swear, it was like watching the mercury increase on an oven timer; I came in grumpy, I jumped in the water, and just by being in the water my mood started to improve. Never mind the actual swimming. When I started actually swimming, my mood just shot up. Sure, exercise and endorphins and all that, but still, this was pretty remarkable. Instant happy, just add water.
And speaking of swimming, how's the swim-for-distance thing going? Pretty good. I'm at 19.7k or 12 and a quarter miles. I still have the better part of two weeks, so it looks like I'll hit at least 20 miles and hopefully 23. This Sunday I'm hoping to do a double session, or a session and a half, which comes to at least an hour and a half in the water and 2700-3000 meters. The big 5k swim is in September and I lost a lot of ground when I was out with a month with pneumonia, but we'll see how that goes. Somebody told me recently that there's a two-hour limit on the 5k swim, anyway. There's absolutely no way I will get fast enough to swim 5k in 2 hours (more like 2 1/2, maybe even closer to 3) but I can probably swim between 3500 and 4000, and that's a lot. (Hm, maybe I'll take bets on whether or not I hit 4000. Proceeds to go to some charity. Not sure which one. There are a lot of them out there.)
I have several sponsors pledging me by the kilometer or the mile, with all proceeds going to Heifer, International, but I could always use more. It's easy; just be around when I post my final tally at the end of the month and send me a check, made payable to Heifer (which is tax deductible and all that) so that I can mail it with all the other checks and a nice letter from everybody. If I raise $250, we can buy a water buffalo for some family in Southeast Asia, which would be cool. If not, we can still buy goats and chickens and hives of bees and so on. Farm animals make a huge difference in the lives of poor families and they are not to be eaten, so there's something for the vegetarians.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Good News at a Bad Time
It's been nothing but good news all week.
First, and by far the most important, the Supreme Court threw out Texas's omnibus "make abortion completely inaccessible for most people who live outside the big cities and don't have lots and lots of money" law in a 5-3 split that marked the most significant court decision on abortion since--oh, well, since Roe v. Wade, probably. Cutting through a mass of legal gobbledygook, the Court stated very clearly that states can't just go around slapping new regulations on abortion clinics to drive them out of business. Which prompted the part-time Texas governor and full-time asshole Greg Abbott to accidentally admit that's what he was trying to do all along. Now all we need is for somebody to admit that what anti-abortion activists are really all about is trying to punish women for having sex and we'll start having this discussion in an atmosphere of intellectual honesty. Which would be refreshing.
Next, a much less significant Court here in Texas allowed the reinstatement of a lawsuit it had pitched out, and in a shocking twist, the Court even admitted that a "clerical error" might have led to the dismissal of the lawsuit in the first place. It's a small thing, but I'll take it. It beats the hell out of having to refile the petition, repay the $300-odd fee, re-serve all the defendants (presuming I can even find them again), and all the other stuff we'd need to do if we hadn't been able to get it reinstated. So kudos to my boss, for good arguing at the hearing. And me, for writing a good motion. Rah.
And finally: I have a new project. I haven't the foggiest idea what it is, though I'm kicking around a few things, but I have a new project. I have mentioned Rhett from Jinks, Oklahoma before, but only in passing and not as "the really cool guy I met at the Pen to Press Writer's Conference in 2010 and we're still friends all these years later." So Rhett is this really cool guy--right. And a couple of days ago I finally got up the nerve to ask him if he wanted us to write something together. And he said yes. Whoo hoo!! So again, we don't know what we're going to do yet, but we're going to do something. I'm leaning toward a suspense thriller with lots of blood, chapter cliffhangers, shocking "Game of Thrones" style deaths and the occasional gallows humor. If you knew Rhett (and you should, because again, he's really cool) you'd probably think that's his kind of thing, too.
So anyway, it's all been good news. And me?
Well...
Let's see here. On Monday I became elated that a Big Country song was on the radio and a few minutes later started sobbing because it reminded me of my ex, who died recently, and now I'll never know why blah blah blah etc. etc.
On Tuesday, I caught myself driving 80 mph on the freeway.
On Wednesday, I had a complete meltdown at the gym and cried for ten minutes because I was so upset about the way our society treats fish.
And on Thursday, I called my doctor and said, "Something jist ain't right here."
Yep. After three or four years of being stable and pretty much asymptomatic, I'm suddenly spiking bipolar symptoms all over the place again for no apparent reason. It's been kind of like having a storm of little earthquakes. Either that's the fault line settling into a new and more stable position, or it's the buildup to the Big One and who the hell knows which? So it's been pretty scary. I mean, I like being asymptomatic. It's almost like being Normal.
However, This Does Happen. Things change, people change, haircuts change, body chemistry changes and sometimes doses of meds that have worked for a long time don't work anymore. My doc upped my dose of something or other to see if that would help. (Again, psychiatry is a lot like alchemy; you try a little bit of this and a little bit of that, try to find a good drug cocktail that treats the most obvious symptoms while not killing you with side effects, and if you happen to turn lead into gold at the same time, good on ya.) So far, I have an upset stomach and I'm more scatterbrained than usual. Oh, and I had a migraine yesterday, but that could be coincidental. So I'm typing with crossed fingers because seriously, that's not bad at all.
And so July arrives, not with a bang but a whimper. July, of course, is Swim for Distance Month for my swim team. We try to swim as far as possible in the alloted 31 days, and the winner gets some cheesy prize, but I'm never going to come anywhere close to winning because I just don't swim that fast. I am, however, shooting for 23 miles, which will be tough but doable. (Think a mile a day for 23 days out of 31. Again, should be doable.)
Also, I am once again inviting people to pledge me by the mile, the meter, or just generally for the 23 miles, or however far I get. If you want to toss in a dollar a mile, or 50 cents a kilometer, or whatever you're comfortable with, that would be great. I'll post regular updates here and all money raised (which is usually not a lot; I don't have many rich friends) will go to Heifer International, which is a nonprofit that helps people in poverty by giving them animals to raise. (Donations are tax deductible.) It's hard to imagine if you live in the United States or anywhere else in the 1st World, but an animal can make a huge difference to a family living in poverty. A goat, for example, will give milk, which both helps with nutrition and can also be made into cheese and sold. Also, a goat can get together with another goat and make baby goats, which can then be sold to other families and help them, too. In fact, a pair of goats can benefit a whole village. So Heifer's pretty neat. I'd love to raise enough money to buy a water buffalo ($250.00). You know, swimming, water buffalo--sort of follows, doesn't it?
Last thing: I finally saw an announcement about that 5000 meter race I was going to enter. It will be in mid-September. Actual date to follow shortly.
First, and by far the most important, the Supreme Court threw out Texas's omnibus "make abortion completely inaccessible for most people who live outside the big cities and don't have lots and lots of money" law in a 5-3 split that marked the most significant court decision on abortion since--oh, well, since Roe v. Wade, probably. Cutting through a mass of legal gobbledygook, the Court stated very clearly that states can't just go around slapping new regulations on abortion clinics to drive them out of business. Which prompted the part-time Texas governor and full-time asshole Greg Abbott to accidentally admit that's what he was trying to do all along. Now all we need is for somebody to admit that what anti-abortion activists are really all about is trying to punish women for having sex and we'll start having this discussion in an atmosphere of intellectual honesty. Which would be refreshing.
Next, a much less significant Court here in Texas allowed the reinstatement of a lawsuit it had pitched out, and in a shocking twist, the Court even admitted that a "clerical error" might have led to the dismissal of the lawsuit in the first place. It's a small thing, but I'll take it. It beats the hell out of having to refile the petition, repay the $300-odd fee, re-serve all the defendants (presuming I can even find them again), and all the other stuff we'd need to do if we hadn't been able to get it reinstated. So kudos to my boss, for good arguing at the hearing. And me, for writing a good motion. Rah.
And finally: I have a new project. I haven't the foggiest idea what it is, though I'm kicking around a few things, but I have a new project. I have mentioned Rhett from Jinks, Oklahoma before, but only in passing and not as "the really cool guy I met at the Pen to Press Writer's Conference in 2010 and we're still friends all these years later." So Rhett is this really cool guy--right. And a couple of days ago I finally got up the nerve to ask him if he wanted us to write something together. And he said yes. Whoo hoo!! So again, we don't know what we're going to do yet, but we're going to do something. I'm leaning toward a suspense thriller with lots of blood, chapter cliffhangers, shocking "Game of Thrones" style deaths and the occasional gallows humor. If you knew Rhett (and you should, because again, he's really cool) you'd probably think that's his kind of thing, too.
So anyway, it's all been good news. And me?
Well...
Let's see here. On Monday I became elated that a Big Country song was on the radio and a few minutes later started sobbing because it reminded me of my ex, who died recently, and now I'll never know why blah blah blah etc. etc.
On Tuesday, I caught myself driving 80 mph on the freeway.
On Wednesday, I had a complete meltdown at the gym and cried for ten minutes because I was so upset about the way our society treats fish.
And on Thursday, I called my doctor and said, "Something jist ain't right here."
Yep. After three or four years of being stable and pretty much asymptomatic, I'm suddenly spiking bipolar symptoms all over the place again for no apparent reason. It's been kind of like having a storm of little earthquakes. Either that's the fault line settling into a new and more stable position, or it's the buildup to the Big One and who the hell knows which? So it's been pretty scary. I mean, I like being asymptomatic. It's almost like being Normal.
However, This Does Happen. Things change, people change, haircuts change, body chemistry changes and sometimes doses of meds that have worked for a long time don't work anymore. My doc upped my dose of something or other to see if that would help. (Again, psychiatry is a lot like alchemy; you try a little bit of this and a little bit of that, try to find a good drug cocktail that treats the most obvious symptoms while not killing you with side effects, and if you happen to turn lead into gold at the same time, good on ya.) So far, I have an upset stomach and I'm more scatterbrained than usual. Oh, and I had a migraine yesterday, but that could be coincidental. So I'm typing with crossed fingers because seriously, that's not bad at all.
And so July arrives, not with a bang but a whimper. July, of course, is Swim for Distance Month for my swim team. We try to swim as far as possible in the alloted 31 days, and the winner gets some cheesy prize, but I'm never going to come anywhere close to winning because I just don't swim that fast. I am, however, shooting for 23 miles, which will be tough but doable. (Think a mile a day for 23 days out of 31. Again, should be doable.)
Also, I am once again inviting people to pledge me by the mile, the meter, or just generally for the 23 miles, or however far I get. If you want to toss in a dollar a mile, or 50 cents a kilometer, or whatever you're comfortable with, that would be great. I'll post regular updates here and all money raised (which is usually not a lot; I don't have many rich friends) will go to Heifer International, which is a nonprofit that helps people in poverty by giving them animals to raise. (Donations are tax deductible.) It's hard to imagine if you live in the United States or anywhere else in the 1st World, but an animal can make a huge difference to a family living in poverty. A goat, for example, will give milk, which both helps with nutrition and can also be made into cheese and sold. Also, a goat can get together with another goat and make baby goats, which can then be sold to other families and help them, too. In fact, a pair of goats can benefit a whole village. So Heifer's pretty neat. I'd love to raise enough money to buy a water buffalo ($250.00). You know, swimming, water buffalo--sort of follows, doesn't it?
Last thing: I finally saw an announcement about that 5000 meter race I was going to enter. It will be in mid-September. Actual date to follow shortly.
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