I'm trying to write an exam for my intro bio class but its not really going so well. In fact, I haven't even really started it. Hmmm... Hence, me writing a post, something I haven't done in a while.
Last Saturday was so nice; the weather was great! Mike and I had a nice picnic at Ocean Beach and watched dogs frolic in the waves. Children, too. For some reason kids don't care if the water is artic, which it definitely was - they'll go in anyway. They were building a sandcastle and one kid was just lolling about in the sand. That's another thing - kids just don't care about getting sand in their ears and scalp. Some other kids were digging a hole. I thought about why you dig holes at the beach and could come up with no good reason. Because you can? I guess its just one of those things you do when you go to the beach: you build a sandcastle, dig a hole, dance away from the waves, take a nap, read a book and eat some good snacks. Simple, yet rewarding. We did only the last few because, let's face it, we're too lazy to dig. Our picnic ended when the wind started. Bizzare how nice it was one minute and then a positive sandstorm the next. Good time to pack up, go home and take another nap.
On Sunday I went to the Solano Stroll to sit at the swim team booth and try to recruit new members. There were a few interested folks, but most were like, SCAM? What's that? And we explained it was an adult swim team and then they would shake their heads, no, no I don't swim.
So, inspired by other members of the swim team who swim more often than I, I got up and made it to practice on Monday morning. Main set: 15 x 100 IMs on decending intervals. Yikes! Actually, I made it okay because the early intervals were nice and long (lots of rest.) Only the last few were a bit of a stretch. Its so desperately hard to get out of bed, even though I know I'll thank myself (unless its some sort of hellish, all-breaststroke day.)
And the Hitchhiker's Guide dvd comes out soon (or is out now?) Yay!
