In the spirit of Christmas, and because I do so love caroling (much to Big Ring’s chagrin), and because, following my first aqua jogging session in nearly a year, I was inspired, I’ve decided to treat you all with a carol of my own. Here’s to you Coach NZ 😉 You’re an evil one, Mrs. Coach. You really are a boss, While your accent is … Continue reading The Grinch, er, Coach
My arms were shaking. No wait, scratch that, they were quaking as I repeatedly lifted my body up out of the water and then slowly back down again, with just my wet, slippery hands planted flat over the ledge for support. Are you freaking kidding me? I’m doing pushups in the pool? I don’t even do pushups on dry land, let alone anything with my … Continue reading Just call me Aqua Woman
I have a dirty, little secret. Actually, I take that back. It’s a dirty, huge, stinky secret! It’s been eating away at me for like two whole months, and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the lies and the averted eyes, and the shame, ohhhh the shame…. If you’ve been following POP for awhile now, you’ll know that I’m borderline OCD when it … Continue reading Coming clean
Ohhh Lordy. Yes, on a day where I was blessed with that beautiful autumnal God light on my way to work this morning (sorry no pics, probably not safe to whip out the camera while driving) it feels only proper to tap into my religious roots. And by religious, I mean, holy hell I saw my life flash before my eyes multiple times tonight – … Continue reading Singing hallelujah
What now? It’s been a week and a half since I last ran, which really isn’t that long at all, and yet, I feel kind of lost, like I have an emptiness in my belly… or legs, I should say. I see Facebook posts of girlfriends preparing for their next running adventures, I read blogs all about running, and magazines all about running, but I’m … Continue reading The hangover
To all the splashers in the world, YOU SUCK! You are not Michael Phelps, not even close, so why the hell are you attempting his butterfly time and time again? A performance that’s more a repeated belly flop sending a bloody tsunami of germ-infested water right smack into my face, up my nose, in my ears, and god forbid if I took a breath at … Continue reading Splashers beware
Sometimes you just need a good rant. Following Tuesday’s blog blowup, my knee had no pressure tension on Wednesday, and guess where I was today: Back at the pool! Yippee! (Never once thought I’d be jumping for joy to be returning to the germ-infested pool, but these, my friends, are desperate days. Germs be damned.) When I felt no knee pressure yesterday, I was skeptical, … Continue reading Germs be damned
