Winging it Through the Weekend


Today's workout: 714 calories burned, 5.19 miles traveled, quite a few strides, and for 65 minutes. Personal LinkinPark concert on my nano helped me kick my own butt.

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Kid1 is off to music camp for the weekend with her musically inclined classmates, 159 in all. That’s probably a third of the school’s student body. I lamented that I wasn’t going to supervise, which gave everyone a good laugh. I’d be the biggest kid there. Or I’d be such the helicopter mom. It’s a good thing I’m staying home with Kid2 and the hubs.

For some reason letting a kid go for a few days is getting easier. But tonight when we all go to bed, I’ll feel a wave of wistfulness wash over me, blink away a tear, and make a Words With Friends or a Word Feud move. What really gets my goat is that the kids aren’t allowed to bring phones. Do you know me? Do you know how wild my imagination can get? Listen to that wind. Any number of natural disasters could occur. Or worse! And my kid cannot reach me. I’m a mom who likes to be connected, who is always accessible. I guess she’ll have to MacGyver it on her own. That’s part of growing up, right?

Grow up, Mom.

Kid2 and I just discussed push ups and planks. I’m so scared to plank because it really does make my Achille’s tendon work. So I did it for like 15 seconds. I could probably do it on one foot.

I had to stop writing because when John got home from taking Kid1 to school, he said, “Let’s go to the gym, I’ll drive.”

Yay! After all, I wussed out and skipped my bike ride because it’s pretty windy out there. We went to 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai where I worked out on my favorite torture device, the HELLiptical. I really cooked my butt! Linkin Park on the nano and I was smashing that machine! John ran on the treadmill. He’s getting ready for the Great Aloha Run, which is on Monday, so he wanted to get in a little workout.

Now I’m home with Kid2. She’s singing in her room and I love that. I love to hear her 10-year-old self be that kid who can sing in her room, gaze out the window, and draw. Oh, yes, she’s into “My Little Pony,” again, too. Apparently, boys from 14-21, who are referred to as “Bronies” have harnessed the equine power that holds little girls captive.  At first I thought it was that sweet, rot-your-teeth stuff. Nope. Check out BronyVids. It’s kinda cynically rotting pony dung stuff.

Love it when boys need to put their mark on girly stuff.

A day without earbuds.


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I like to talk to my daughters using my earbuds for my iPhone, and I also have a little green Bluetooth device that I use, and if all fails, I use the speaker, and turn it down as much as I can. Fortunately, not many are around when their daily morning call comes. The girls are on their way to school in John’s car, and they take turns saying hi and we discuss their day and our plans for the evening. It’s nice. When they are on break and everyone sleeps in, I don’t get the calls. Kinda lonely…

I have some other loopy headphones that I can use, but not with the phone component. That’s OK. I might not even bother listening to music today while I’m working. I’ve gotten through the morning without them, I’ve been very busy, and here I am writing the blog at lunch time.

Week five of #5kin100days has a suggestion that we not run to music. I haven’t been, because I’ve been running/walking with my daughters. I enjoy listening to them talk or huff and puff behind me. I like being aware of what’s around me, an oncoming dog, a speeding car. The bicycles that go by us are soundless, but I recognize the glow of light that shows up from behind me. Brad Gansberg of the #5kin100days program suggests that instead of listening to music we listen to our foot falls, our breathing, our own personal rhythm, and let those pull us into the zone. My husband John had suggested I not run with music, too. Reluctantly, I gave it up, and now I don’t mind.

I never ride my bicycle with earbuds or tunes, because bicycling requires complete awareness. I dare say it requires more than complete awareness, because that limits you to yourself. You need to be aware of what others are up to,  as well. I watch drivers and I see them not see me and I anticipate that they’ll pull in front of me, so I linger at a light longer than another bicyclist would. I cannot imagine wearing earbuds while riding. I can hear my breathing, I can hear my bicycle as it rolls around and hits the bumps in the asphalt. I can hear the cars and trucks, the motorcycles, the scooters, and the Bible buggies with scripture written on the sides to protect the tourists who probably thought it would be fun riding around Oahu in something about as safe as a bushel of tomatoes that fell off the truck on its way to the Campbell’s Soup factory in Camden, N.J.

I need to hear all that. And I also need to hear the thoughts — and sometimes the snippets of songs — that bounce around in my brain while my legs pump for miles and miles in the morning sun.

I’ll get through today without my earbuds. But don’t ask me to give them up at 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai. If there is one place I need to escape my pain and suffering, the sweat and stink, the fake boobs and the massive egos, it’s while doing my workout on the helliptical!

Double workout day.

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@postaday 295; #postaday2011. This morning I was startled by my alarm at 5:45 to ride my bicycle for the first time since the Honolulu Century Ride on 9/26. John and I did the full century, and the next two weeks … Continue reading

Week 2 Begins: #5Kin100days

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@postaday 272; #postaday2011. I took Kid1&2 with me last Wednesday and Friday to do my #5Kin100days workout at Triangle Park in Kahala. We went after I get off work. The sun sets, the moon a gorgeous dimple, the stars sparkled. … Continue reading

I’m a mature athlete.


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I guess I’m a mature athlete. I’m certainly an amateur athlete. But deep inside I’m an immature athlete, someone who will work hard at having fun.

I’ve been a water baby for as long as I can remember. At Riverdel Swim Club in Riverside, N.J., my mom would walk backwards as her kids would desperately swim toward her, and she’d dunk us until we stopped crying. It was effective, but I’d probably get arrested for pulling that kind of crap on my kids. Times change. As a result, Continue reading

Trip highlight: Visiting Performance Bicycle in Philly.


The shiny bikes at Performance Bicycle in Philly.

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Things are almost back to normal. Back to work will be back to normal. I’m slowly catching up on Hawaii time, and I’m hoping John doesn’t wake me up at 5:45 again tomorrow. Dude. Mercy.

I’m really looking forward to some bicycle rides this weekend. I have a few new jerseys that I got when we crossed the bridge from New Jersey to go to Performance Bicycle in Philly. I was in heaven! I got to try on jerseys that I only see in catalogs and got to buy two. I had to restrain myself. You can’t put a new Scattante in the over-head compartment!

Speaking of working out and waking early, I’m glad we did get to 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai at about 8 a.m. this morning. Interesting crowd at that time. As you may or may not know, I usually darken its doors at about 4 a.m. and I’m out of there before 5:10 a.m. That’s the way it goes when you’ve combined a career with mom duties. Today there was this old guy jumping rope and running around and doing pushups and leg raises and air punches. When I say old, I mean like 78 years old. If you are that old and older and you do not feel old, like I suspect this guy, then more power to ya. This guy was getting sly looks from the other dudes sweatin’ to ESPN and FOX news. A regular Jack LaLanne. Since he was doing push ups like a new military recruit, I dare say he’s in better shape than I am. Just kinda wonder what the back story is.

Slowly the suitcases are being unpacked. Laundry is done. The girls had homemade mac-n-cheese for dinner. I had a glass of merlot. Mythbusters is on the flat thanks to NetFlix. Of course it will probably be a month or two before I’ve really recovered from this trip. Once that last bill is zeroed out, we’ll start thinking about when to go back next. Who knew you could have so much fun in South Jersey?

Last update for June 2011. Next category is July 2011. Thanks for reading!

Working on my flexibility.


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I am that jack that keeps spinning, the dropped coin we are waiting to fall on its head or tail, the cat that fell off the roof, miraculously spinning to land on its feet. Because I do. Don’t I always?

Although I see myself as someone who is socially flexible when it comes to beliefs and mores, I am not so flexible when it comes to my personal life and my family. This is cause for some dramatic dialog at home between me and my family. I’m stubborn, I hate to lose, and it’s really difficult to relent that another way would work out just as well. Unfortunately, or fortunately, “BECAUSE I’M THE MOM” doesn’t carry the weight it might with other women.

For example? Nah. We don’t need to go there.

Oh, my! Something I’m really excited about! I went to masters swimming last night, worried about not being able to keep up with the rest of the kids. I did a 500-meter warm up before joining them, and then we did all kinds of lengths practicing strokes and, in my case, with some time on the kick board to give my arms a rest. The arm movement of putting the left one in at 11 o’clock and the right one in at 1 o’clock is getting easier. What’s really amazing to me is that for the first time in my swimming life, which is 48 years, I’ve been able to reprogram myself to breathe every three strokes, meaning ON BOTH SIDES! I’ve always been a right-side breather. Now I am quite comfortable with the pace of stroke-stroke-stroke-breathe, stroke-stroke-stroke-breathe. It’s freeing! You CAN teach an old girl a few new tricks! Maybe I’m not so inflexible after all!

I gotta say, though, that getting into a swim suit and out the door in the early evening with the girls takes a huge mental pushup for me. The pool was a little cool to get into last night. Workouts are generally hard for me to get started. It’s no picnic going to 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai at the butt-crack of dawn. When I get ready to ride my bicycle, the preparations are time consuming. You can’t just hop on your bike anymore without inspecting it, popping in the water bottle, putting your melon in a helmet, wearing sunscreen, gloves, all that stuff! Same with going to the pool. But once I start swimming, I’m one with the fluid, sliding through the pool with my thoughts and bubbles and a rhythm that serves as a mind mantra displacing everything that’s wrong in my world. Working on my flexibility.