<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 06:53:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Workouts</category><category>Beneath the Surface</category><category>Swimspirational Stuff</category><category>Special Events</category><category>Good Eats</category><category>JBJ</category><category>Pictures</category><category>comments</category><title>Waterblogged</title><description>a Menlo Masters blog celebrating community, connection, and swimming</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>474</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-1991086439147596155</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2012 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-24T10:16:12.245-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>3 x 50 x 100</title><description>I can finally say I&#39;m glad the 50 x 100&#39;s are over. After doing it three times this week I am being saved from a fourth run by the fact that there are no more opportunities to do it. Thank goodness. Because I would. And my neck would hurt...more. I figure I turned my head to the left about 3,000 times over 600 laps within 3 hours and 45 minutes this week. That is a lot of left-breathing, even if it was spaced over three separate days. MASSAGE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll tell you what kept me going through all the 50x swims. It was the knowledge that this was the &quot;short one&quot; and the 75 and 100 x 100&#39;s are coming.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/11/3-x-50-x-100.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-2328332186381149371</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2012 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-23T11:09:25.531-08:00</atom:updated><title>Killer Quad Etiquette</title><description>Today some of us did the 50 x 100&#39;s for the second time this week and it was goooood. However, both swims did prompt me to do a special post about etiquette. I love you all, and it&#39;s all in good fun, but sometimes, I mean, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some signs, just the real obvious ones really, that you should mayyyyyybe shift down to a higher numbered lane for repeat 100&#39;s:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;You are incapable of leading 5 x 100&#39;s at the interval selected by the lane, so you never do lead. Instead you continue to hang at the back.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You need fins to keep up.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There are about 25 yards between you and the person in front of you by the end of the 100.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You get lapped within the 100 yards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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Okay, again, no offense. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I love Thanksgiving, and not just because it&#39;s my birthday. (A lot because it&#39;s my birthday, but not all.) I love talking about what we are thankful for (which I try to do all week with the kids), and volunteering for those not as fortunate (coming up later this week), and of course eating all the appropriate foods, and some not so appropriate foods such as multi-tiered and candy-decorated birthday cakes. This, in short, is the time of year that I am thankful for swimming. Because without it, I might very well weigh 300 pounds.
 
*warmup: 400 free, 400 alternating free and drill fly (this is too much fly for a warmup, and right away I&#39;m worried about upcoming sets)

*100 drill free, 4x50&#39;s free, 100 drill fly, 8x25&#39;s fly
*100 drill free, 3x50&#39;s free, 100 drill fly, 6x25&#39;s fly
*100 drill free, 2x50&#39;s free, 100 drill fly, 4x25&#39;s fly
(yes, I was right to be worried)

*100 breast arms, flutter/fly kick
*3x50&#39;s free with 4 fly strokes
*100 breast arms, flutter/fly kick
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Really, enough said. This is November, people. The weather is just insanely great. But of course, my reluctance to leaving this area isn&#39;t just because of the weather. It is because this is my home - where my family and best friends are - and also where my pool is. Kathleen and I were recently in Tahoe doing a step aerobics class circa 1989 (don&#39;t ask) on a 68 degree day of perfection, and talking about how tempting it is to think about picking up and moving to Pittsburgh or Savannah or anywhere really where we could afford to slow down and own an acre of land. Then we got into talking about simply moving to the East Bay, where I grew up, and where a house just like mine here in Menlo Park sells for way under a million bucks and is considered &quot;expensive&quot;. 

&quot;I mean,&quot; I said, &quot;we don&#39;t need to leave the state, just the Peninsula.&quot;
&quot;Hell,&quot; Kathleen said, &quot;we just need to move a few towns over, really.&quot;

Then we looked at each other for a moment, and recognized the truth. Kathleen said it first: &quot;I can&#39;t move farther than 5 miles from the pool.&quot;
&quot;Me either,&quot; I said. &quot;And just to be clear, we&#39;re talking about THE pool, not any pool. I realize there are masters programs around, but that won&#39;t do.&quot;
&quot;Agreed,&quot; she said.

The other women we were with looked uncomfortable. &quot;Really?&quot; one said.
&quot;Really,&quot; we said. &quot;It&#39;s that important to us - best part of our day.&quot; 

Sorry Mom et all. I love being near you but the truth is I&#39;m never leaving you at least in large part because of my pool.

Today&#39;s workout

Warmup: 400 free, 2 x 100&#39;s free with stroke last 25, 2 x 50&#39;s fast
Main set: 5 x 100&#39;s on a tight interval
REPEAT 5 times (25 x 100&#39;s)
Last set: 100 kick, 75 drill, 50 kick, 25 drill
repeat 1.5 times

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I was in the city yesterday (see photo) at Delores Park and it was HOT, as it will be today. I made the mistake of wearing a short sleeved sweater and I was definitely the only one in one of those (also probably the only one who wasn&#39;t under 30, high or either shirtless or about to take off my shirt). Aside from the Hell of parking (took an hour) within a mile of the park, it was great to visit the other side of suburbia and see what the young people are doing. Good thing I didn&#39;t bring my kids. 

So, you noon swimmers are in for a massive treat today. 82 degrees in November. Now THAT&#39;S why I&#39;ll never live anywhere but California. That and I couldn&#39;t bear to move away from this particular pool. Great workout today thank you Tim!

warmup: 2 x 250, 2 x 125, last 50 stroke

add pull gear for:
50 scull, 100 drill, 200 strong
50 scull, 100 drill, 400 strong
50 scull, 100 drill, 600 strong

remove pull gear for:
3 x 25s drill, 3 x 75s strong
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It&#39;s 5:12AM on Halloween and I&#39;m off to start this year&#39;s Killer Quad wearing my two year old KQ suit. Whooohoooo! In about an hour I will be done, armed with coffee, and ready to weather a lot of kid costume parades (though not close to brave enough to attempt the Giants victory parade in the city), a night of chili and trick or treating, and maybe my own special treat for the night: an massive apple fritter.

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Sometimes I show up in the morning and I just need a pummeling. With the Giants World Series Win giving me an excuse to sit around and drink red wine and eat chocolate last night, this was one of those mornings. Okay fine. I always want a pummeling. Seriously? If I&#39;m going to pry myself out of a warm bed and jump in a cold pool in the dark before the rest of the town has even thought of getting up, I had better get a good goddamn workout. That&#39;s just me.

Last week we had a 2 x 1000 set &quot;for mental toughness&quot;. I know, I know, most of you think it&#39;s boring to go back and forth forty times and keep count of the laps. But not me. Long back and forth action is just what my mental state calls &quot;perfect&quot;. Call me simple and escapist but I don&#39;t really want to daydream or think about real life. I want to move strain and count. But 25&#39;s easy with breathing and body positioning exercises? For me this is a Hell requiring extreme mental toughness to just stay...in...the...pool. And this morning, I couldn&#39;t do it. I needed yards. So, I boosted out of the cold water and did repeat 1000&#39;s in the warm pool. I&#39;m sorry Rick. You&#39;re great but this morning&#39;s workout was too far out of the pain zone for me.

&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/10/mental-toughness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZY3hCQwAl40FbpAakRlM1H3eaquD8_7uGRw-wS-6Ioe_EXiG5vQloyoHsTg4DIPHZuEljsKbYJRCH809Jht_JQoBiuJ0j4tQ7fq6qTYqNM6Qfg2C1X73C3rbfF_rl-2EbIeWYGxUuGz5j/s72-c/oddswimphoto.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-9183289978442481037</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-26T08:26:57.227-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lazy Morning</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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It&#39;s a lie around and read with the puppy morning around here, so I&#39;ll be off on a run/yoga excursion later. It is crazy how much I miss the pool on mornings I don&#39;t make it. AND I&#39;ll be away at a Halloween soccer tourney this weekend so the only pool I&#39;ll have to swim in is an indoor (yuck!) hotel shortie. I am already looking forward to Monday swim wise. However, can&#39;t wait to enjoy a weekend one on one with my youngest soccer stud!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/10/lazy-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjwUrlJXVD5IWI17f_aLFcH_RR1XwgQcoYRJHnwQPLYwTsSeWLpnUY8jMTpJKlCh7h11ENQHq3kMzLmfw8wWV6JLnvXvRom2O-FFq-67JZtOrzTTuejZVr2Bz3zlK2imXKE1CgMyMUUz3/s72-c/photo+%252836%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-7542457216425605131</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-25T09:30:18.812-07:00</atom:updated><title>Irresistible</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m coming &quot;back&quot; to posting regularly or not - reserving the right to see if I can get it done at least a few days in a row - but this holiday card was simply too good not to show all the swimmers out there. Crazy. And I&#39;m sure not too far off from the card quite a few of our parents thought about sending back in 1970-something. Wow, thanks Mom, for NOT doing that.

Today&#39;s workout was also my favorite kind: long long long. Here it is:

warm up: 2 x 50, 2 x 100, 2 x 200
main set: 2 x 1000 straight up!
end set: 2 x 200, 2 x 100, 2 x 50

&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/10/irresistible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EMoHf60ZIyIkv1bF-styY7tB1z6X7nb_J6W1M4QADLmd60o6-CKWVPBho957fmXkTEobXOSMi528O6Zx0bckUpikn3K_Iu7uCFY_iT4gcpNkIaTeNN2fvsmtbwYu4-5gSWBA65cwastr/s72-c/swimcard.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-3351123528667804506</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-12T17:39:33.661-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>The Pool at Noon</title><description>It&#39;s a record for me: three swims this week at noon. Jana told me yesterday that I was going to start actually liking swimming in the middle of the day, what with the sunshine and warm weather coming. Ha! How can that possibly compare to swimming in the cold dark rain? Okay so it&#39;s growing on me. Still I feel almost disloyal, even though I have no choice unless I want to leave my seven year old home alone in the dark, for swimming with a different gang. And then there is the waiting. As soon as the kids are at school I&#39;m asking myself: What time is it? Is it almost time to get my suit? How much can I do before 11:30? What will I eat right before I swim that isn&#39;t lunch but gets me through the workout? I&#39;m hungry at noon, dammit. The noon swim is this big old commitment in the middle of the day that must be prepared for. And my coffee from Borrone does not taste the same at 1:30PM as it does at 7AM. Actually nothing tastes right after I swim at noon. I think this is the part that bothers me most. And yet, I love the fact that I can and do swim at noon when necessary. In case no one has said it lately, THANK YOU TIM for having so many workout options and so many great coaches to cover them. I feel so lucky to live near Burgess!&lt;br /&gt;
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*I even got there early today (couldn&#39;t stand the waiting) and did 800 to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;
*Actual planned warmup: 600 free, 3 x 100&#39;s free&lt;br /&gt;
*Somehow I got confused regarding how many 400&#39;s we did, but we did a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;
I *HEART* REPEAT 400&#39;s!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/04/pool-at-noon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-8596312352055269048</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-07T08:56:41.770-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>The Struggle</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-qtSbkPBvb7Obf7tM_jYhNdkr5eiVN4OIIoANhasCpEuZ_6rkNOUU5Wv91SqDZow_3NiqX7yE1NCIlEoRG0B_OkxsGJgs3jrx46C6WNwkCDILTg3NYQQk79PqszAT_seU1VHzTscrR8_/s1600/sophie+sitting.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-qtSbkPBvb7Obf7tM_jYhNdkr5eiVN4OIIoANhasCpEuZ_6rkNOUU5Wv91SqDZow_3NiqX7yE1NCIlEoRG0B_OkxsGJgs3jrx46C6WNwkCDILTg3NYQQk79PqszAT_seU1VHzTscrR8_/s320/sophie+sitting.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People keep asking me about leaving Juice. &quot;You can&#39;t leave,&quot; they say, &quot;it&#39;s YOUR company!&quot; I calmly tell them that because of the way these investment things go, it hadn&#39;t really been mine for a long time, if ever, and that yes, I can and did leave. Then the conversation quickly moves to how exhausted I have been for years and how it&#39;s a good thing that I&#39;m home now. &quot;Yes, you&#39;ve been sucked dry for a long time,&quot; are words I often hear. It surprises me every time even though it&#39;s just people affirming what I&#39;ve just told them. I kind of thought I was hiding the fatigue and frustration pretty well, under that veil of very real excitement and adrenaline that comes from constant hard work and creation. I loved what I did at Juice. I also hated it at times; whenever the actions people I depended on turned my trust into disillusionment. I know that from the outside, folks saw the way I thrived on the work. Apparently they saw clearly how wiped and wary I was getting as well. It was a lot like swimming; exhilerating and breathtaking and energy sapping at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now...the truth is that yes it is amazing to be home with the kids. I am thrilled about this - about being home to do homework and play basketball and board games. And during the day sometimes I get to do stuff like go watch my nieces in their swim classes, to photograph them and experience them - what could be more satisfying than knowing the people you love better? It is also amazing to be able to write again, as hard as it is to get back into. &lt;br /&gt;
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But. The other truth is that it is a constant struggle for me, during those five hours of school that has become my work day. Every minute of every hour I am thinking about what I should be working on, and if I am not at my desk I am somewhat lost. I am sitting on the side of the pool, watching others swim, wanting to dive in as well. Do I really have time to take a walk or do a yoga class? Will I be able to calm my anxiety enough to enjoy the darling little girls I yearn to know better, or will my stomach flip while they float; will I fret the entire time about what I&#39;m not churning out on the page instead? What will happen, or could have happened, while I sit back and watch instead of work? It feels odd to pick my kids up without having produced anything that feels like work. And it&#39;s a bit frustrating to be just as tense as I was at the office, at home. It&#39;s odd not to receive fifty emails an hour. It&#39;s strange not to have to tell groups of people what to work on while doing my own work at the same time; to not have to be in a constant state of emergency over launch or announcements or money. It&#39;s empty to have no one need my opinion at all. Then again, I was getting tired of giving it. I often found myself with no opinion - with no desire left to give it. &lt;br /&gt;
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And so, I know it is right for me to be exactly where I am right now, and I know the struggle I&#39;m in is what I have to get through. I still want to do relevant work and I desperately want to give my all to the friends and family I love as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m working on it. And the 500&#39;s help.&lt;br /&gt;
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*warmup: 500 free&lt;br /&gt;
*6 x 500&#39;s done as:&lt;br /&gt;
4 x 125&#39;s done as easy, moderate, moderate, fast&lt;br /&gt;
2 x 250&#39;s done as moderate, fast&lt;br /&gt;
500 straight fast&lt;br /&gt;
500 straight with alternating 100&#39;s by drill and swim&lt;br /&gt;
500 straight with alternating 100&#39;s by fast and easy&lt;br /&gt;
500 straight fast&lt;br /&gt;
*warm down with 150 stroke&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/04/struggle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-qtSbkPBvb7Obf7tM_jYhNdkr5eiVN4OIIoANhasCpEuZ_6rkNOUU5Wv91SqDZow_3NiqX7yE1NCIlEoRG0B_OkxsGJgs3jrx46C6WNwkCDILTg3NYQQk79PqszAT_seU1VHzTscrR8_/s72-c/sophie+sitting.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-2142443370548405683</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-04T09:17:06.303-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>The Kids Are All Right</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0itFGbI-3d5uKq5onQ_j9YQcz44g2f32lqFo4SvXY6yU01ZaGT53H6X4U-6U8JDhC2pR1gHjRs7udYlDsjb4qE7IghkLH8pCR2I08sKnz1NguCJuz1-cd-Q98VtlBAC49rqoaL3BgBn_7/s1600/boysswim.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0itFGbI-3d5uKq5onQ_j9YQcz44g2f32lqFo4SvXY6yU01ZaGT53H6X4U-6U8JDhC2pR1gHjRs7udYlDsjb4qE7IghkLH8pCR2I08sKnz1NguCJuz1-cd-Q98VtlBAC49rqoaL3BgBn_7/s320/boysswim.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727579095422673810&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided to take my kids and my camera to practice. The kids happily woke up at 5:15 and dressed warmly, ready to see some power swimming (and play on my iPad). Everyone in my lane said &quot;Sarah, how could you do that to them? Aren&#39;t they freezing? What a mean mom!&quot; Ha! Kids today are too soft. We spend all weekend and most of our evenings watching their games and practices. They should watch one of ours once in a while, don&#39;t you think? (Okay or at least use the iPad while sitting next to our practice at 5:45 am - after all, it&#39;s what I do at theirs.) And truly, my kids begged to come. The other week when Noah was out of town they asked to go each morning. Each morning I got up and half heartedly poked them. No response. So I left them alone, thinking it was a bit early to rouse them on a school day. And each morning when they woke up and saw the sun they were furious. &quot;We want to watch you swim!&quot; they said, &quot;you have to try harder to get us up!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hookay. So today we got it done. See, don&#39;t they look happy/excited? 50% ain&#39;t bad, right? Seriously, my kids get major props from me for doing this so I could get a swim in. Despite their bickering and brotherly &quot;love&quot; wrestling matches, these dudes are A-OK. My 7YO even said to me last night as we were snuggling before sleep, &quot;Mom, you don&#39;t have to try extra hard tomorrow or anything. I already know you&#39;re a good swimmer.&quot; It&#39;s a good thing he let me know, too. The work out was breaststroke this morning and even if I&#39;d wanted to show off, that would have been impossible. Here are some more pics from the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome cover pullers working hard while I stand back and take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6c6tfV43taoMj8YSAWOXkCoBARBvMfdT6Ldeb-ei1rihFFzw3Wz-U6o_sev3EJAB_cX5C-_7K1yJlI7eUHvzPxl-YBDoXiOKPdjEnXX62X5bsVbdkCz5PpYMtmPFzpTCJpCJNrXeB2PNy/s1600/covers.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6c6tfV43taoMj8YSAWOXkCoBARBvMfdT6Ldeb-ei1rihFFzw3Wz-U6o_sev3EJAB_cX5C-_7K1yJlI7eUHvzPxl-YBDoXiOKPdjEnXX62X5bsVbdkCz5PpYMtmPFzpTCJpCJNrXeB2PNy/s320/covers.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727578839186384210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana giving us the warmup. Yes, it&#39;s really this dark and cold on the deck at 5:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ucw1ci-K3bDQ5sx4Bd3Zcheqc23Lf36KKMyr6dkmfaF_V4dSF68DHZ-uZW5ruYNNYun3kk-tkZHlanl06tx5-bswujBupX3Ildxl3em0kTWQ1WsxZLemqlC1p1yuU8YyyAGxPQkRYpAO/s1600/warmup.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ucw1ci-K3bDQ5sx4Bd3Zcheqc23Lf36KKMyr6dkmfaF_V4dSF68DHZ-uZW5ruYNNYun3kk-tkZHlanl06tx5-bswujBupX3Ildxl3em0kTWQ1WsxZLemqlC1p1yuU8YyyAGxPQkRYpAO/s320/warmup.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727578618914828194&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a cool pic of Lanshin&#39;s perfect elbow position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYoH_iz-fZM_8wbTMFPOlktIwnE7sqbCfzbFpnPzl-vcJXUkMiY4HAcpAAiU1PlYObVyO3LBRefmCRkHZamUymOM5Edkd4QeA0dEd9fdh91ulEx5Am-T3BxyssSti2Tidm3b0Fsph_iBW/s1600/lanshinswimming.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYoH_iz-fZM_8wbTMFPOlktIwnE7sqbCfzbFpnPzl-vcJXUkMiY4HAcpAAiU1PlYObVyO3LBRefmCRkHZamUymOM5Edkd4QeA0dEd9fdh91ulEx5Am-T3BxyssSti2Tidm3b0Fsph_iBW/s320/lanshinswimming.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727578433893642450&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s what it looks like after workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSof8OrcCTmtyFjtN6JYR6utbAtRCgF6u9Li2GyQAG365Zct31MjZUmBT71WdS7sqUBen7OLek8SkNkbg3IWJN6UvRPX7MkwrTQi6Fhl5KvPdqQdUsiyvL3SfeYBWo3yTZonrW9f_CiQOe/s1600/afterworkout.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSof8OrcCTmtyFjtN6JYR6utbAtRCgF6u9Li2GyQAG365Zct31MjZUmBT71WdS7sqUBen7OLek8SkNkbg3IWJN6UvRPX7MkwrTQi6Fhl5KvPdqQdUsiyvL3SfeYBWo3yTZonrW9f_CiQOe/s320/afterworkout.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727578101228556418&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/04/kids-are-all-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0itFGbI-3d5uKq5onQ_j9YQcz44g2f32lqFo4SvXY6yU01ZaGT53H6X4U-6U8JDhC2pR1gHjRs7udYlDsjb4qE7IghkLH8pCR2I08sKnz1NguCJuz1-cd-Q98VtlBAC49rqoaL3BgBn_7/s72-c/boysswim.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-8057132750920608741</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T17:30:47.715-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>The Secret Life of Swimmers</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSa6QjOw8acZGDMmnC3Gh5gPU-4L8NkBDF3_0-rtaLXkiD-fvXfF-MncwFEXhIxa43R8j7vZtTNS-1WVwcdoU4rlowAVXybtFALyggy8IrJv0G7VUCfVxUBzpQ9qUp9wJSymZfNeQB__Hz/s1600/Picture+36.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSa6QjOw8acZGDMmnC3Gh5gPU-4L8NkBDF3_0-rtaLXkiD-fvXfF-MncwFEXhIxa43R8j7vZtTNS-1WVwcdoU4rlowAVXybtFALyggy8IrJv0G7VUCfVxUBzpQ9qUp9wJSymZfNeQB__Hz/s320/Picture+36.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727336498196610338&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about &lt;a href=&quot;http://secretlifeofswimmers.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;The Secret Life of Swimmers&lt;/a&gt; in our locker room the other day and immediately had one of those annoying &quot;damn, why didn&#39;t I think of that?&quot; moments. But I didn&#39;t think of it, and we&#39;re all lucky a woman named Judy Starkman did think of it because it&#39;s genius. She&#39;s taken photos of swimmers from her pool both at the pool, as she knows them, and in their &quot;real life&quot;. I&#39;ve included one of my favorites above but you have to take a look at her work. We all experience this kind of &quot;Whoa, I think that&#39;s the guy from Lane 3&quot; when we see fellow Masters swimmers out at Target or our kid&#39;s baseball game, or, as has happened to me and I suspect many of us here in the Valley, in a pitch to a local VC. At first glance, I am always shocked by the almost-indecency of seeing someone I may not know well but usually see naked or clad only in a swim suit, fully clothed and doing something other than gliding through the water horizontally in silence. With The Secret Life of Swimmers photos alone, Judy has captured that initial shock and recognition and inexplicable closeness I feel when I see teammates from my pre-dawn watery life in the bright daylight of normalcy. It is always a welcome jolt of camaraderie I can hardly explain, and I love the way looking at her photos makes me feel even though I have never swum with any of her subjects (as far as I know). With her features written about the swimmers she followed into their &quot;dry&quot; lives, she has captured a whole lot more as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this makes me want to do one thing: capture all of you in a similar way. I don&#39;t think I particularly have the photographic talent to do it, and I&#39;m not sure I&#39;ll actually make the time, but I want to. I have always wanted to read bios of everyone I swim with, and know what it is they bring to the pool and take away from the pool after the laps are done. The bitter experience of &lt;a href=&quot;http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodbye-heidi.html&quot;&gt;Heidi&#39;s death&lt;/a&gt; juxtaposed with the sweet outpouring of human effort from our team that I like to think helped buoy her and her entire family during the end of her life was awe inspiring and I learned a whole lot about some of the people who swim around me during that recent time. But we shouldn&#39;t need a tragedy to know each other, should we? I think we just need the inspiration to do so, and the willingness to make the time. I am inspired by Judy, as I was by Heidi. Now I just need to manufacture some good old fashioned time. It would take your help and prodding to do so, so speak up if you think I should do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, speaking of secrets, I had a secret freak out today when the workout started ten minutes late and did not consist of the long free I so greatly desired. Tim is out of town and the workouts aren&#39;t matching the calendar, which is fine (I remind myself). Privately I was cursing. It&#39;s a little problem I have. And that is why I should never pre-read the workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 6 x 150s: 2 free, 2 free to back, 2 free to kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add fins for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6 x 25&#39;s fast kick, 4 x 50&#39;s fast swim, 200 drill&lt;br /&gt;repeat 3x: free, back, choice&lt;br /&gt;This sounds super easy. It wasn&#39;t. Yes, that might be because I did 30 minutes of leg work before arriving at the pool. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove fins for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*100 free, 75 back, 50 free, 25 back&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/04/secret-life-of-swimmers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSa6QjOw8acZGDMmnC3Gh5gPU-4L8NkBDF3_0-rtaLXkiD-fvXfF-MncwFEXhIxa43R8j7vZtTNS-1WVwcdoU4rlowAVXybtFALyggy8IrJv0G7VUCfVxUBzpQ9qUp9wJSymZfNeQB__Hz/s72-c/Picture+36.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-1243430857375157222</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T08:39:21.032-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>The bunnies are coming.</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgQRwowthXRyuaSNhdPsM0lZ0uFCiIYUcwVOVjujih5pgQJNAkAfqNmWITJtSM2zWUnLT9X-aJTtT05Hz1HRk0goOB0logkcmdA8QlgsP3zflCAo2tHucfLbmqUxV7FeTiWqKUUYCMbOA/s1600/easter+cousins.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgQRwowthXRyuaSNhdPsM0lZ0uFCiIYUcwVOVjujih5pgQJNAkAfqNmWITJtSM2zWUnLT9X-aJTtT05Hz1HRk0goOB0logkcmdA8QlgsP3zflCAo2tHucfLbmqUxV7FeTiWqKUUYCMbOA/s320/easter+cousins.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726828261331715330&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Easter and Passover approach, my kids want to both dress up hunt for eggs and eat cinnamon buns, and also eschew all bread products for eight days and perform a Seder. We&#39;re on track with one &quot;pre-Easter&quot; due to a grandparent&#39;s upcoming trip and absence during actual Easter, another egg hunt at another grandparent&#39;s house on real Easter, and a few ideas for Passover. My main problem is thinking about whether I can really give up cereal for an entire week. Carbs are good friends to me, and if I do ignore them for even a day this will be a real sacrifice indeed. Any Passover recipe ideas welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 400 free, 100 kick, 300 free to stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 x 25&#39;s, 100 IM, 100 free, 50 kick, 50 scull/eggbeater with hands in air&lt;br /&gt;repeat 4x, for 25&#39;s do in IM order (4 fly, 4 back, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6 x 75&#39;s: 3 free, 3 IM descending&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/04/bunnies-are-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgQRwowthXRyuaSNhdPsM0lZ0uFCiIYUcwVOVjujih5pgQJNAkAfqNmWITJtSM2zWUnLT9X-aJTtT05Hz1HRk0goOB0logkcmdA8QlgsP3zflCAo2tHucfLbmqUxV7FeTiWqKUUYCMbOA/s72-c/easter+cousins.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-5585199997626641352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-28T09:08:51.513-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>A little funny</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MI69b1rUbV4AOTDTjr5qxg6nAk9C4fZAfQNuXQqVxh9eXbC0G96_IWcluBAnVzEKEQ2WVAwt9_UmdLVqa4ikI3MnUgipgjr_IwgFxNxwflCAACXThYCJR9-yO_F3GaXPBWFCREprWMUm/s1600/speedos.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MI69b1rUbV4AOTDTjr5qxg6nAk9C4fZAfQNuXQqVxh9eXbC0G96_IWcluBAnVzEKEQ2WVAwt9_UmdLVqa4ikI3MnUgipgjr_IwgFxNxwflCAACXThYCJR9-yO_F3GaXPBWFCREprWMUm/s320/speedos.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724980608571209970&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this ecard and had to post it. Of course it does not apply to us; Speedos are only bad on the beach in Greece. They are just fine surrounding me at the pool in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 6 x 125&#39;s free with last lap breast&lt;br /&gt;*2 x 25&#39;s kick free then breast&lt;br /&gt;2 x 50&#39;s sprint free then breast&lt;br /&gt;75 breast with max underwater pulldowns&lt;br /&gt;125 free&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 4x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*100 free with 4/3/2/1 breast pulldowns at each wall&lt;br /&gt;75 breast with flutter kick&lt;br /&gt;50 max streamline&lt;br /&gt;3 x 25&#39;s sprint&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 2x&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/little-funny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MI69b1rUbV4AOTDTjr5qxg6nAk9C4fZAfQNuXQqVxh9eXbC0G96_IWcluBAnVzEKEQ2WVAwt9_UmdLVqa4ikI3MnUgipgjr_IwgFxNxwflCAACXThYCJR9-yO_F3GaXPBWFCREprWMUm/s72-c/speedos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-5244208159224115452</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-26T09:28:12.092-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>&quot;Are you bored yet?&quot;</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZYliwInSETaL3I06UKDCeyvCzuAB_ZEsPx4JeuL9P1tzhcw25MswdBs8k3u09oNTGFo8vpDVW-6EU9PMFwXdPDtzKHLE3kaKWT3myA87gnmF55CHUFbOrOi26YRGRQjw3iZ4xOqlz18dv/s1600/benleap.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZYliwInSETaL3I06UKDCeyvCzuAB_ZEsPx4JeuL9P1tzhcw25MswdBs8k3u09oNTGFo8vpDVW-6EU9PMFwXdPDtzKHLE3kaKWT3myA87gnmF55CHUFbOrOi26YRGRQjw3iZ4xOqlz18dv/s320/benleap.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724243158750876082&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been done with work for about three days and I&#39;ve already heard this at least thirty times. I get it: people think I&#39;ll be bored because I&#39;ve been running so fast for so long with work. But it tickles me every time I hear it anyway. Bored? I&#39;ve got a schedule, people. I&#39;m leaping over new hurdles, like getting through the hundreds of books on my reading list, and trying to write more myself. I&#39;m trying out new things. I haven&#39;t cleaned or organized my house since having children ten years ago. I have no idea what it&#39;s like to meet a friend for coffee in the middle of the morning. I could, if I wanted to, actually think about buying my first piece of furniture or learning to cook something more exciting than spaghetti and meatballs. I don&#39;t want to, but still, I could and probably will (I did buy some new sheets yesterday and tonight I&#39;m going to whip up chicken chow mein for my first time). And there is never enough time for all the working out I&#39;d like to do. Yoga, bootcamps, running, swimming. And napping. I could take a year-long nap and not be recovered from the past ten years. Oh, and p.s. the kids aren&#39;t in school but an hour past lunch. It&#39;s not like we stay at home moms (wheeeeeeeeeeeee! I just included myself in that category!) have ALL that much time to ourselves you know. After school there is karate, soccer, piano, baseball, and homework. And the cooking thing. I&#39;m exhausted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 250 free, 4 x 75&#39;s stroke, kick, stroke, 250 free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add fins for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*500, 400, 300, 200 (broken in 4 equal parts with underwater recovery, high elbow, soft touch, then regular)&lt;br /&gt;*250, 225, 200, 175, 150 done as fast free then 75 drill, 50 kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove fins for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*100 sprint&lt;br /&gt;*100 warm down&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/are-you-bored-yet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZYliwInSETaL3I06UKDCeyvCzuAB_ZEsPx4JeuL9P1tzhcw25MswdBs8k3u09oNTGFo8vpDVW-6EU9PMFwXdPDtzKHLE3kaKWT3myA87gnmF55CHUFbOrOi26YRGRQjw3iZ4xOqlz18dv/s72-c/benleap.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-1890234583137141299</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2012 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-24T08:26:13.328-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Dog Vomit</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNHNLkpuqXR36ho50UmJhZYngZKvrKigtOuIkHxhGKJj5I2ztoUJgPtA9BIfPVfaDHdFjn_sE-ZGo41YWuvQnlQE0lcwWZfriNoxdKoKkim1-YhB_lcMEErnP039NolsplryZmRIQreY1/s1600/benmugsy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNHNLkpuqXR36ho50UmJhZYngZKvrKigtOuIkHxhGKJj5I2ztoUJgPtA9BIfPVfaDHdFjn_sE-ZGo41YWuvQnlQE0lcwWZfriNoxdKoKkim1-YhB_lcMEErnP039NolsplryZmRIQreY1/s320/benmugsy.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723483920947885602&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&#39;m dog sitting Nancy&#39;s dog Mugsy and he is ADORABLE! Even, as I learned when I woke up for swimming this morning at 5AM, when he has vomited in multiple places around the house (on the carpet). Seriously, if you still want to keep the dog after cleaning that up, you know you need to get a dog of your own. So I think we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 400 free, 4 x 75&#39;s stroke, 4 x 50&#39;s kick, 4 x 100&#39;s free descending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 x 50&#39;s strong on the 3 minute interval (so this was really 3 x 200&#39;s)&lt;br /&gt;*4 x 25&#39;s strong with 3 minutes rest between them (so 4 x 25&#39;s then a 200)&lt;br /&gt;repeat 3x&lt;br /&gt;*8 x 25&#39;s strong on the 45 second interval&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/dog-vomit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNHNLkpuqXR36ho50UmJhZYngZKvrKigtOuIkHxhGKJj5I2ztoUJgPtA9BIfPVfaDHdFjn_sE-ZGo41YWuvQnlQE0lcwWZfriNoxdKoKkim1-YhB_lcMEErnP039NolsplryZmRIQreY1/s72-c/benmugsy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-8559471201187015660</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-22T11:10:11.299-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Go Leslie!</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cRdPLUs4u6HSDUbWnqWx-zWl7JSVtaAucAhXX-1zNt1ZRXrOGRTRC0m5m1TGFG-GHwxBUIPXx6weMvC8oIMD2o99sV4_W3Sk1tJtlBP_8H9lhI3k0n04PUhkVOy0IVMgYo-xhTf6DACS/s1600/activeover50.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cRdPLUs4u6HSDUbWnqWx-zWl7JSVtaAucAhXX-1zNt1ZRXrOGRTRC0m5m1TGFG-GHwxBUIPXx6weMvC8oIMD2o99sV4_W3Sk1tJtlBP_8H9lhI3k0n04PUhkVOy0IVMgYo-xhTf6DACS/s320/activeover50.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722784106368899746&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing inspires me more than seeing swimmers older than I am kicking butt. All you twenty-somethings can do this uber workout thing, of course. You&#39;re young. But as we get older, it gets harder, and we all worry about how long we&#39;ll be going strong. 58 is nothing of course - Leslie has some serious gaming left to do - and given this article I expect to see her in the pool for 30 more years at least. Way to go Leslie and all you Menlo Mavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of going strong, or maybe of slowing down in my own case, today&#39;s workout was ROUGH, especially following Lanshin. I never ever ever break the set and rest, but today I did. You got me Lanshin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 9 x 100&#39;s most free with every 3rd one IM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add fins for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*700, 600, 500&lt;br /&gt;first, middle and last lap done as underwater or fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*150, 200, 250, 300&lt;br /&gt;first and last 50 kick, rest hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove fins for:&lt;br /&gt;*fast 100 IM&lt;br /&gt;*easy 100 free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collapse in shower.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/go-leslie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cRdPLUs4u6HSDUbWnqWx-zWl7JSVtaAucAhXX-1zNt1ZRXrOGRTRC0m5m1TGFG-GHwxBUIPXx6weMvC8oIMD2o99sV4_W3Sk1tJtlBP_8H9lhI3k0n04PUhkVOy0IVMgYo-xhTf6DACS/s72-c/activeover50.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-6880336240378069260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-20T10:34:33.394-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Welcome Coach Jana!</title><description>Well, it&#39;s my first day as a SAHM and I got to spend it on a board call. Hm. It can only go up from here. The day did start out great though, with a good hard work out led by Jana! Jana, I THINK I&#39;m spelling your name right, and I&#39;m psyched we will get to see you every Tuesday morning from here on out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warmup: 400 free, 200 kick to free, 200 IM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main set: &lt;br /&gt;4 x 50&#39;s free descending&lt;br /&gt;200 free strong&lt;br /&gt;200 IM recovery (*note: if you ask me, a 200 IM inherently cannot be termed as &quot;recovery&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last set:&lt;br /&gt;200 IM, 150 IM minus fly, 100 IM minus fly and back, 50 IM free part only&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/welcome-coach-jana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-7564319516262567605</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-19T10:42:37.849-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Farewell Juice, Hello Pool</title><description>I&#39;m going to have more swim time. Sure, lots of it will be at noon, but there are worse things than a tan back as we head into Summer. (I have secured, however, a promise of four early morning swims a week even though I will no longer be going into an office right after. Phew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day at Juice in the City, and it is bittersweet. I think I&#39;ll have plenty to say about that as time goes on and the lengths let my thoughts process more completely, but today was a short breast stroke day and anyone who knows me knows that none of the below were my ideal &quot;processing sets&quot;. So, on to a long free day for more thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 400 free, 300 free to breast, 200 free, 100 breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6 x 25&#39;s half length fist sprint, free to breast&lt;br /&gt;*4 x 25&#39;s full length sprint, free to breast&lt;br /&gt;*2 x 50&#39;s free and breast sprints&lt;br /&gt;*300 easy&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 3x&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/farewell-juice-hello-pool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-1321471450788109605</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-08T09:24:58.745-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Major Beauty Announcement #1</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rtNmTJ9CJoLFMG6c1hZT6TYDm6zQgFuzSBaLZyZlDYqIrFLYuYFV7FvImwkIaH1ANqqLhcdwKOgGvhLy6RZlTh3tOepPPrlbFgFOfQ_L_gGSF5mO0hmqD1asFmMIHPZ-xj7NdsvI0nlC/s1600/nailstickers.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rtNmTJ9CJoLFMG6c1hZT6TYDm6zQgFuzSBaLZyZlDYqIrFLYuYFV7FvImwkIaH1ANqqLhcdwKOgGvhLy6RZlTh3tOepPPrlbFgFOfQ_L_gGSF5mO0hmqD1asFmMIHPZ-xj7NdsvI0nlC/s320/nailstickers.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717578180080266914&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been waiting my whole life for a nail polish that does not come off in the water, and have been long perplexed over the fact that my toenail polish stays on for months while a single swim demolishes a professionally or personally applied manicure equally abruptly. I don&#39;t get it. (And yes I&#39;ve heard of Gel or Shellac polish, but that still requires a massive spa commitment. I need quick polish I can do myself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve found the solution and it...is...funky. As you can see. These babies are called &quot;nail dress&quot; and they are STICKERS. That&#39;s right - they cost about $6 for 18 of them (you get the toes too) and supposedly they stay on for 10 days. When you&#39;re done, you just peel &#39;em off. I don&#39;t know about 10 days yet, but I did test them this morning in the pool and they survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get them at any CVS or drug store. This brand is called &lt;a href=&quot;http://kissnaildress.com/&quot;&gt;Kiss&lt;/a&gt; but Sally Hansen makes them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the nails survived this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*400, 300, 200, 100&lt;br /&gt;*Four 500&#39;s (2 of them broken, all descending)&lt;br /&gt;*500 done as descending 125&#39;s&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/major-beauty-announcement-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rtNmTJ9CJoLFMG6c1hZT6TYDm6zQgFuzSBaLZyZlDYqIrFLYuYFV7FvImwkIaH1ANqqLhcdwKOgGvhLy6RZlTh3tOepPPrlbFgFOfQ_L_gGSF5mO0hmqD1asFmMIHPZ-xj7NdsvI0nlC/s72-c/nailstickers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-3769764687934199341</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-07T09:56:27.313-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Like a Swift Kick in the Head</title><description>I&#39;m still confused about what I did in today&#39;s workout. I have never seen half the lanes do the entire set wrong before, but there is always a first. All I know is that we did a ton of kicking, and I&#39;m not a fan of kicking. Still a great workout, as always Tim! But seriously, I can&#39;t write it down even though I did it. There are just some sets that I can&#39;t wrap my brain around, and this is one of them. So if you&#39;re following these workouts and using them for your own swims, just go out there and KICK today. Enjoy!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/like-swift-kick-in-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-771198038625367183</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-06T13:10:48.557-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Personalized License Plates</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9oITiuSMwSYlZEMUY4eMhOGO-LzjGNV3u322CF50BNeSim5C3QucBe3ebHgjWyoHRRvyMWVc8SV90jcv5j0zRJGp-TOWo90hfSKgTU1l4Rr8YcceAkTVidwy-Ai07QHnHyhWZFh8iWaf/s1600/license+plate.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9oITiuSMwSYlZEMUY4eMhOGO-LzjGNV3u322CF50BNeSim5C3QucBe3ebHgjWyoHRRvyMWVc8SV90jcv5j0zRJGp-TOWo90hfSKgTU1l4Rr8YcceAkTVidwy-Ai07QHnHyhWZFh8iWaf/s320/license+plate.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716894563974476194&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was particularly reminded of one of my...issues. I don&#39;t trust anyone with a personalized license plate. Okay, I do: my dad has one and he&#39;s the most trustworthy guy I know. But I definitely question forging a new friendship with someone that has one. I can&#39;t avoid it; those plates give me pause. They scream at me on the road - I am forced to drive behind them, brake around them, figure out their codes or feel cheated. Each day, whenever I see one, I feel wondrous. I wonder what I could possibly want to broadcast to everyone badly enough to take the time to order something that says &quot;I*heart*MYKDS&quot; or &quot;FNWAGON&quot;, or, as my dad&#39;s vanity plate sports, his ham radio handle. I know you probably have one, and I&#39;m offending you, and I&#39;m sorry (you too Dad). But if we can&#39;t air our pet peeves then the real troubles come out. And that&#39;s a bad thing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: 250 free, 2 x 75s IM&lt;br /&gt;repeat 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add fins for:&lt;br /&gt;*3 x 50&#39;s kick, 200 fast free, 100 back&lt;br /&gt;*3 x 50&#39;s kick, 100 fast free, 100 back&lt;br /&gt;*3 x 50&#39;s kick, 200 fast free, 100 back&lt;br /&gt;*3 x 50&#39;s kick, 100 fast free, 100 back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove fins for:&lt;br /&gt;*50 kick drill, 50 fast free, 50 mixed stroke&lt;br /&gt;repeat 5x&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/personalized-license-plates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9oITiuSMwSYlZEMUY4eMhOGO-LzjGNV3u322CF50BNeSim5C3QucBe3ebHgjWyoHRRvyMWVc8SV90jcv5j0zRJGp-TOWo90hfSKgTU1l4Rr8YcceAkTVidwy-Ai07QHnHyhWZFh8iWaf/s72-c/license+plate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-6812999685870043525</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-05T08:17:34.671-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Workouts</category><title>Soccer</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEi6336FQPcEdSmEGpAunj2wbOpilosILU0zv92f48JC5E63-SlLyl83vO2hWPDsX5kR4tJrH5cbo2N19TDNzgoJ5NzpQfmnZ_PkAH9xE-r0c6e6A3WUFFBLqLsmXHINGdS7ygiY1Bm-4/s1600/soccer.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEi6336FQPcEdSmEGpAunj2wbOpilosILU0zv92f48JC5E63-SlLyl83vO2hWPDsX5kR4tJrH5cbo2N19TDNzgoJ5NzpQfmnZ_PkAH9xE-r0c6e6A3WUFFBLqLsmXHINGdS7ygiY1Bm-4/s320/soccer.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716447886881383314&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend in San Jose watching lots of soccer then racing to my own first soccer game of the season. Yes, I am sore. And no, today&#39;s workout didn&#39;t help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warmup: &lt;br /&gt;225 free, 25 fly&lt;br /&gt;repeat 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*main set:&lt;br /&gt;100 kick/scull, 1 x 50 fast free, 8 x 25s fly&lt;br /&gt;100 kick/scull, 2 x 50 fast free, 6 x 25s fly&lt;br /&gt;100 kick/scull, 3 x 50 fast free, 4 x 25s fly&lt;br /&gt;100 kick/scull, 4 x 50 fast free, 2 x 25s fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end set:&lt;br /&gt;4 x 25&#39;s free, 1 x 25 fly&lt;br /&gt;3 x 25&#39;s free, 2 x 25 fly&lt;br /&gt;2 x 25&#39;s free, 3 x 25 fly&lt;br /&gt;1 x 25&#39;s free, 4 x 25 fly&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/soccer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEi6336FQPcEdSmEGpAunj2wbOpilosILU0zv92f48JC5E63-SlLyl83vO2hWPDsX5kR4tJrH5cbo2N19TDNzgoJ5NzpQfmnZ_PkAH9xE-r0c6e6A3WUFFBLqLsmXHINGdS7ygiY1Bm-4/s72-c/soccer.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879628390912638860.post-7522433914086245710</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-01T12:34:25.389-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beneath the Surface</category><title>In Tim&#39;s Words</title><description>Today I wanted to pass along Tim&#39;s words about Heidi. See below. Beautifully said, Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Renner has passed, and we miss her. This past Saturday as the final&lt;br /&gt;members of our team were leaving the pool after a morning full of lively,&lt;br /&gt;refreshing swimming...Heidi took her final breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&#39;s time with Menlo Masters was nothing short of remarkable. She&lt;br /&gt;embodied a true teammate, embraced the sport she so loved and scattered her&lt;br /&gt;genuine joy for life throughout the team for well over a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi spent most of her life bypassing sports because she did not feel she&lt;br /&gt;was capable nor was she worthy of such pursuits. Her first stroke at the&lt;br /&gt;age of 8, set up this way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the loving hard work of her family she fought back to live a&lt;br /&gt;healthy, super-productive life, and was encouraged by her sister late in&lt;br /&gt;life to try swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming ignited Heidi&#39;s spirit and it was the place in her life where she&lt;br /&gt;felt the most graceful. Her absolute joy with the sport, her team and&lt;br /&gt;herself was evident at every single swim session. In a sense it made her&lt;br /&gt;better and in turn she made everyone around her better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi shared and cared fully. I knew most of her family members, her&lt;br /&gt;triumphs, her challenges and her dreams. And, because of the person she was&lt;br /&gt;she knew the same about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep visualizing her approach to the pool, her stroke and her exit from&lt;br /&gt;each workout, all things that I have witnessed thousands upon thousands of&lt;br /&gt;times. She has enriched my life and I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Sheeper&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&#39;s Swim Coach&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Get workouts and swimfunstuff when they post!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://menlomasters.blogspot.com/2012/03/in-tims-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>