Patience; the new endurance sport.

I've been working since Sunday at 3:00 p.m. so like 56 hours of never sitting down.  First I had hours long meetings with business partners who flew in for our golf tournament. Then the CEO of my organization got into a car accident right before the tournament at 7 a.m.   It was left to me to direct the entire affair all day long; Which most especially included playing hostess to the most competitive personalities in all Utah: Kyle Whittingham, Ron McBride, Bronco Mendenhall and LaVell Edwards.  Our MC, Hans Olsen (an ex BYU football player, who is now an ESPN 700 radio announcer working mostly with the U) was the MC and he saved my bacon.  I generally don't love blond, football types. But he is now my new work boyfriend.  Mostly I had to direct the luncheon and keep my Vicodin addled coworker (who is supposed to be running the tournament) out of trouble and away from the players and "celebrity" players.   I wish I was in charge, he'd have been in rehab this year.  Tournament was a stressful, sad day for me to do it alone.  Today was my kids 14th birthday, and I started to get out the door this morning and remembered he has cross country at 7 a.m. so I turned around to decorate the hallway and kitchen with birthday notes and try to make it look like I didn’t forget it was his birthday by breakfast.  

I swam about a mile at Deer Creek this afternoon.  I cooked a bbq dinner and took a paddle board, a kayak and the kids up around 4.  While they played, I swam along the buoys that ran parallel to the shore.  It was very very hard.  It was windy and the waves slap you in the face when you're trying to breath and the water was cold so I had to keep moving.  I had to stop and rest at every buoy.  I'm a good swimmer, but not a fluid one.  And swimming against the wind is hard.  I knew someone that did a 2 mile swim in the ocean; I still can't imagine doing that without fins.  In La Jolla they have markers for swimming 1/4, 1/2, and 1 mile swim straight out.  I have a panic attack every time I try to go beyond the half mile marker.  Besides which, I've been invited to do it at night to see the phosphorescent kept and instead of marveling at the beauty of the phenomena, I was panic stricken that I would be bitten by a shark.  So Deer Creek doesn’t have sharks, but they do have some wicked wind that picks up the waves.  Not sure when I’ll be trying that again.  I think I’ll stick to paddleboarding.

I spent 13 minutes running the first mile straight uphill.  It's first like a 7% incline and then about .25 miles of 30%  so walking up is very similar to running up.  Did the run at 11 a.m. which seems like it should be bad at 84 degrees, but there was a good cooling breeze so I didn't feel at all bad.  While I was just finishing up, I hear a cat call whistle coming from a car and look over to see Cath and her girls riding up from behind.  She's been running at 6 a.m.  but ever since my kids have been in high school now, they are up and need my help between 6-7:00 a.m.  Soccer, cross country, driver's ed camp prep ,etc etc.  They put everything between 6-8 a.m. with the idea that the rest of the day is packed, but turns out it's just everyone trying to get their stuff done before it gets really hot.  So running early has gotten harder and harder this year. I guess pretty soon, once they are leaving for college no one will ever need me for anything except money so I'd just better suck it up for a while.