The 2021 Olympics start later this week, and as a result, swimming is top-of-mind for me at the moment.
Growing up, I was reliably athletic, but not particularly standout in any one sport. I was a pretty solid runner, though sidelined by shin splints during a few of my track or cross-country seasons. Running skills translated into being a fairly good soccer player, but without the ball-handling skills to capitalize much on a decisive breakaway. I didn’t make the volleyball team, knocked over the pole all 3 attempts in my first meet trying high jump, and only tested 3 belts deep in martial arts before a sparring session left me wondering why I’d signed up to have someone knock the wind out of me.
But swimming… swimming was my jam. I didn’t start until 7th grade because one of my friends was joining the team, and initially I couldn’t make a single set, no matter how forgiving the intervals. But evidently I just had to be given a few thousand repetitions over the length of the pool, and something close to natural talent emerged. (I say “natural talent” referring in part to how my adolescent brain rationalized the benefits of my anatomy compared how gangly and unfeminine I felt with my big hands, wide feet, broad shoulders… and the way boys in class would tell me to put my “guns” away when I wore sleeveless shirts.)
Granted, I was still not an all-star. I made Varsity all 4 years of high school, but it wasn’t tough to score enough points when the team overall was only so-so. I qualified for the MHSAA “state meet” a couple of times, but only in relays. And if I’m being honest, I always looked like I was sandbagging at practice… I swam in the middle of the team talent and never led sets unless they were something competitive like drop-a-second 50s. To be fair, I wasn’t trying to low-ball my abilities, but the thousands of yards daily were simply not my fast-twitch forte, and I like to think it was more a matter of how I was clearly suited to turning on and mentally letting go during a race (I swam sprint freestyle and part of what I loved about my events was how little thinking there was; just muscle memory, power, and a vague resignation to oxygen deprivation).
But after years of 2x/day, 6 days/week practice, hours and hours (and hours and hours) watching the same floor tiles drift by with no other mental distractions available, finding no amount of soap can ever really remove the chlorine smell from your skin until the season was over, “Iron Lung” clubs, “Animal Kicking” clubs, “Hell Weeks,” glorious “tapers,” rushed locker room routines with 30 other girls in the 12 minutes allotted to get ready for 2nd period, sizing up the competition’s seed times before a race, post-practice Saturday team breakfasts, pre-meet Spaghetti team dinners, and that awful, knowing moment you spend mid-air en route to the shock of cold water to start the first set of practice, first thing in the morning… I developed a lasting love and respect for the sport and what it taught me.
Fast forward many years since being out of the competitive scene, and of all topics in life, including those I studied in college and obtained a degree in, those which I have since pursued solely out of passion and interest, even those for which I am employed and literally paid to have an informed opinion of… there are none that I feel as confidently expert in as swimming.
All this to say, I have 2 timely thoughts on my mind the past few days:
- On the topic of childbirth — during my labor with A, the doctor was coaching me through breathing and pushing. She asked me: “do you know how to swim?”
Me: yes.
Doc: okay, I want you to take a big breath like you’re going to swim. Now when I say push, you push and we will count to 10. Ready? Push!
Me: *pushing, exhaling*
Doc: no, no, no! Don’t exhale! Stop, stop.
Me (reminder: actively having a baby): you said to breathe like I’m going swimming.
Doc: yes, but don’t exhale!
Me (still having a baby): swimmers exhale.
Doc: no, they don’t.
Me (really, oddly coherent given that I’m within minutes of giving birth): yes they do, otherwise they’d have a buildup of CO2, but that’s neither here nor there. You do not want me to exhale then?
Doc (clearly more than a little surprised to be having this conversation): right. Okay. Let’s just have you push and hold your breath this time until we’re done counting to 10. Ready? - And this, perhaps the greatest relay leg in Olympics swimming history. Jason Lezak anchors for Team USA, comes back from a major deficit and presumptive loss (including at the 50 meter mark in his own leg), sets a world record with his split, and earns the team a gold by 8 hundredths of a second. I have probably watched this video 40x just by myself over the years because it is such a stunning race.
Suffice it to say, I am very much looking forward to watching the Olympics coverage coming up — and hey, maybe even some events live despite the Tokyo time difference due to my own impending up-all-night schedule! (What can I say? I’m a sucker for some silver lining.)
When my parents first pulled out of our driveway with all 3 boys in tow for a 5 night venture, I’ll admit I was a little overwhelmed. What should we do first? Didn’t I have a list of books I wanted to read? A list of projects I couldn’t find enough daytime hours to tackle normally? A list of people with whom I was overdue for a good catch-up? A list of lists that I’d been meaning to make??
Now, 6 days and 5 nights later, here’s where we netted out:
- Dining out.
We had 1 lunch and 3 dinners out. The food scene in one of the major cities nearby is phenomenal, so we indulged in everything except portion control: appetizers, desserts, tapas, cocktails, even overpriced mocktails for me. In these outings, we also had a startling realization that we haven’t managed a “quick” departure in over 6 years now. We’ve grown accustomed to baking in time wrangling and packing up kids’ diaper bags, helping put on shoes, refilling water bottles, checking for items left behind, buckling and arranging in various 5-point harnesses. We were so quick to get in the car for our first luncheon, in fact, that I delayed our outing by 30 seconds because I was simply convinced we couldn’t be ready to go that quickly and must be forgetting something. - Staying clean.
With the exception of the tumbleweeds of dog fur that accumulate from our shepherd, things have been remarkably (literally: I felt the need to remark on this at least twice every day) clean. We only had to do a load of our own laundry once during this time. We ran the dishwasher about a third as often as we normally do – and that included cleaning baby supplies. We last vacuumed on Friday, shortly after the boys left. It is now Wednesday, and there are still vacuum tracks on parts of the carpet. There was such low urgency to need to clean, in fact, that we even optimized when we ran our machines to reduce power usage during surge times amid a bit of a heat wave. I would congratulate myself for being so eco-conscious if not for, you know, that ship having long since sailed given the number of offspring we’ve created. - Quality 1:1 time.
Dave & I went on walks every day, had several bonfires by ourselves, and he cooked me a fantastic dinner on our last evening alone. As a rule, our most substantive conversations happen when the boys are securely strapped into car seats and we can mentally relax enough to focus more exclusively on talking to each other, or when the bedtime rush is over and I’m only partially coherent anymore. I probably spent about 90% of our waking hours chatting endlessly, and then only last night wondered if I should bust out my personal favorite (& otherwise regarded as totally cringey) “Table Topics” game. - Having a social life.
Years ago, one of my dear friends told me that when I talk to someone, I make them feel like the most important person in the room — & I consider that a high compliment. But having kids is a constant exercise in multi-tasking (something I’m not good at in the first place) and as a result, I haven’t felt on my social game in years because I can’t really focus on the person with whom I’m speaking while my kids are around and devising yet another method to inject danger into otherwise banal situations. With our free time these past few days, we therefore had a bonfire with neighbors, a decadent dinner + dessert progressive evening out with two of our best friends, and a sunny lake day with family including great bonding with our 2 year old niece. - PANIC NESTING.
(Kind of) joking about it being done in a panic, but I got a ton of concentrated nesting done. Baby’s laundry is washed and stocked, diaper stations are set up upstairs and down, bottles/pumps/pacifiers have been cleaned, dried, and organized to minimize a need to scramble amid my impending newborn mental haze. I also took the liberty of conducting a massive toy purge, which is both very satisfying for me and also leads to my bi-annual conviction that we should all focus more on gifting kids experiences rather than things, which leads to me figuratively standing on my soap box and preaching to Dave for 30 minutes about this, which leads to him reminding me that he’s always agreed with this but I can keep repeating myself it if helps.
All in all, it was a wonderful, recharging, productive time. And, of course, an honorable mention to the 6th thematic trend of how I spent the days: simultaneously very much looking forward to having my favorite little monsters back at home with me.
Dinner at one of my favorite swanky spots – not a kids’ menu in sight. 
Enjoying s’mores and more time to converse with our neighbors than is afforded by our usual wait for the school bus. 
Queso and charcuterie. My favorites. 
D & our niece palling around before dinner and fireworks. 
Amazing homemade meal & mocktail by D, cartoon car place mat because we’re still us.
I bought my Peloton bike immediately following my last 6 week postpartum check, in August 2019. I had never even tried spinning before, but I was motivated by a growing sense that this moment in time I had otherwise been waiting for, in which I could exercise regularly as I was no longer pregnant, nursing, planning to become pregnant, or had small children interfering with carving out “me time”… was perhaps not coming. I invested hard, committing to the cost, buying into the idea of this kool-aid-style community, and embracing the idea of hyper-accessible, in-home, year-round, digital gym access.
Fast forward to my “milestone” 600th ride today: best money I have ever spent.
By the numbers:
- – 600 rides
- – 5,300 miles (distance equivalent of me biking to the Baja peninsula and back)
- – <$4/workout including the upfront cost of hardware, or $1.15 based solely on monthly membership (not including Dave’s metrics within the fixed cost)
- – 6 happy referrals (and many more recruits to the virtual “teams” I’ve loved joining based on seasonal cycling challenges)
- – 1 new answer to the classic question: what would you save in a fire? (Assuming all living creatures are safe and accounted for, & that said fire — while evidently threatening enough that we are all evacuating — is simultaneously not threatening enough that I have time to unplug, call Dave over to help lift, and gently roll the Peloton through the house safely to the outdoors.)
- – 25K minutes, or >17 full calendar days spent between then and now where my focus — whether in yoga, weight lifting, cardio, stretching, or simply a guided sleep meditation — was exclusively on me and taking care of my body
I have a virtual post-it note of all kinds of pump-up mantras spoken by various instructors (“Let discipline carry you when motivation won’t.” “Honor your hustle.” “Wake up, beauty; it’s time to beast.”). But especially since starting this latest pregnancy – and remaining the most physically active I’ve ever been while growing a human – I’ve shifted squarely into the core message many Peloton instructors embrace: “it is a privilege to be able to do this.”
My pace may have reduced the past few months, my handlebars may have risen, and my intensity may be substantially lower, but dang it, I feel great. Cheers to not just chasing 1,000, but for each and every ride along the way.
Summer weather is ramping up here in Michigan, and we had a couple of days of temperatures exceeding 85* over the weekend. We celebrated by getting Slurpees twice in one day, doing a hasty restock of summer essentials (sunscreen + swim diapers + popsicles), & skipping our scheduled swim lessons to stay longer at the recently opened neighborhood pool. The boys alternated between sweaty and chlorinated, missed a couple of meals in favor of cracker snacks and carrot chips consumed atop lounge chairs and underneath damp beach towels, and slept like logs at bedtime.
Even as an adult, there’s something deeply satisfying about looking at your day’s agenda & knowing you’ll be outdoors so much that there’s simply no point in bathing until right before you call it a night.
But the real MVP of the weekend was this gem:
Per usual, I am evidently years late to a given trend as lots of people have confirmed this is, indeed, delicious… but I only just discovered this after my friend, Julie, surprised me with this treat at our sons’ soccer games on Saturday morning. It was light, fresh, flavorful, and I now have an official “treat yo’self” plan for the summer when I’m out.
Today I am grateful for:
- Finally locating 2 missing library books that we have otherwise auto-renewed an obscene amount of times… I mean, Mo Willems’ “Pigeon” books are good, but they’re not that good…
- Putting the Bachelor in Paradise premiere date on my calendar for August. IMO it’s equal parts guilty pleasure and I-am-immune-to-your-judgment-because-I-am-so-enjoying-myself programming.
- Weather consistently warm enough to move my lemon tree outdoors! In the process, one of its winter warrior lemons fell off and we cut it open to find that, although small, it appeared perfectly ripe and tasted great.
