To pluck or not to pluck

June 30th, 2010

So I have this toe nail that is ready to fall off.  In fact, after I was done teaching swimming lessons today, it would flip up like the lid on a top loading washing machine.  That said, it was still hinged to the base.

It’s like when you are a kid and you have a loose tooth, did you pluck it out when it got loose or did you just wait until it dangled there so nasty for all to see, just waiting for it to fall out on its own?

I am a waiter, which is actually funny because I have no patients.  It was more that I was scared it was going to hurt.  I never let anyone touch my teeth.  I never pulled out my own teeth.  I just waited.

I am hoping the hinges of this toe nail will just let go, so when I walk off the pool deck it stops spitting and bubbling water right out of the lid.


June 29th, 2010

In memory of my dad, we planted a tree.  We planted a tree, by the lake he loved the best, Lake Calhoun.

When I was young we would walk the lake to together.  I have no idea how many times we walked that lake, but it was a lot. We called that Daddy-Daughter day.  We would include stops at books stores, eat some delicious treats (he always called eating treats when you were really not hungry recreational eating).  These days are days in which I had my first cup of coffee, my first Vietnamese food, my first scone, my first hit of Gay Pride, the Uptown Art Fair and so much more. But I digress.

So, selfishly, I really wanted this tree planted in a place where I remember the times we shared.  The times we spent together, in a place he loved.  A place that I run by, at least once a week.

Today, with the help of many friends, my dad’s tree was planted and we put the band around its tiny little limb.   The band simply says, “In memory of Tom Tremmel”.

The tree is an Autmn Blaze Maple, which will turn bright red in the fall.  It is planted right next to a bench and sits on the east side of Lake Calhoun between 36th street and 32nd, if you are traveling by car.

Come on by some time, take a seat, say hi or just sit and take in the beauty…

and remember.

Whatever you do…do not tell my coach

June 23rd, 2010

Do you see the sweat dripping off my chin?

Today is our HARD bike ride.  I was suppose to be out for a 40 mile bike ride with 10, 2 mile intervals as hard as I could.

I spent most of my time (that time without the kids so I can workout) putting the senors on my NEW BIKE!  Yes, I bought a new bike!

I got to the point where I had 1 hour and 15 minutes left before I had to pick the kids up.  Did you know I can’t ride 40 miles in 1 hour and 15 minutes?  So, I asked my coach if we could retool the workout.  I ended up on my trainer, doing basically the same thing with less miles on the front and back end.

All I know is, if he knew I was taking pictures of myself sweating like a (insert whatever you like), he would tell me I wasn’t working hard enough.

By the way, trying to train for an ironman race with three kids home over summer break is a serious BITCH!

Just hang’n around

June 22nd, 2010

Who the hell is this?

June 21st, 2010

I have never raced with a strangers number.  I’m a rule girl.  What if I get busted or disqualified or killed or something?

But, many people do.

And this past weekend, Speedy, gave Nate Vic the best race of his life.

Yeah, I have no idea who Special Agent Nate Vic is, but I do know that he is 32 and just won first place in his age group out at the Lake Minnetonka Tri.

Ohhh those 30-35 year olds are going to kill Jon when they find out he is 40!

Happy Father’s Day

June 20th, 2010

The boys below, took off on their first annual Father’s Day golf outing this morning.  Three generations, enjoying the sun and each other.

Not sure you could ask for anything more.

Happy Father’s Day!

While they were away, KP, PJ, my mom and I had breakfast and took off to the cemetery.  Since we haven’t gotten a headstone yet, we decided to grab some rocks and some paint and do a little art therapy for the living.

Then we started walking around the cemetery and back behind the shed, were the caretakers keep stuff and throw other stuff away.

My mom found live plants in a pile of disregarded dead ones (Anne Marie, there were a few plant stands there too).  KP found an old rusted out dragon fly and PJ put together bouquets of weed-flowers.

When we put it all together my mom said, “Your dad would have loved doing this.”  I said, “Well, he wouldn’t have loved doing the art, he would have loved the fact that we were steeling this stuff from the back of the shed.”

I really miss you dad.

Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still, call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used.

Put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow, laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we always enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me, let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it.

Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was, there is absolute unbroken continuity.

What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind, because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner, all is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost, one brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral

Ironman update

June 17th, 2010

So, you know how I said I was going to track a few things during this ironman training process like cost and time?

Well, here you go.

Oh sorry, those are my legs RELAXING.  I was hoping to show you my black toe nail that is ready to fall off and the enormous blister on my big toe that now has sand in it, but whatevs.

From 3/17-6/17/10 I have logged 119 hours of biking and running (I don’t wear my watch in the pool so I am not really tracking swimming) and have traveled, under my own power, 1320.5 miles.  I am guessing there is a way to find total fun would that be?

I have spent: $3223.47 on coaching, bike fixes, fittings, clothes, shoes, races, race/training nutrition and PT.  I am sure a few grand will be added for a psychologist later.

What this information does for me is solidify my goal…I WILL FINISH THIS RACE COME HELL OR HIGH WATER!

Boys of summer

June 15th, 2010

I couldn’t resist this shot…it’s really less about the boys and more about the wicked cool clouds overhead.

I’m stills stuck in Hipstamatic heaven, bear with me.

The hood

June 15th, 2010

My neighborhood homies showed up last night with a Princess cake and Prosecco to help me celebrate the big rollover.

Thanks you guys…you make forty feel just fine!

Cake tally: 3

Hell yeah I’m 40

June 14th, 2010

God I love my birthday!  Flag day.  June.  Warm weather, ok it’s raining today but whatever, I still love it.

Here is the second cake of my month long celebration, do you see the ant walking on the tipped over ice cream cone?   Hmmm, maybe I should start making a cake tally.

Did you know I love cake?  Oh and coffee and red wine.  Do you see where this day is headed?

40 is so going to ROCK!