TRAINING OBSTACLES

Since the birth of this blog, I've been nursing along a post entitled "Training Obstacles", featuring the toughest things a regular Jane from the East Bay encounters once she decides to train for a distance swim.

I'm imagined including a picture of Nat looking especially warm and cozy underneath the sheets opposite of a shot of my alarm clock flashing 4:50 am.

There'd have to be a list of all the most notorious bartenders at the Kona Club who make it so damn hard to escape...maybe a few bad cable programs I can't turn off, but now I know why I never managed to write that one up. It was premature.

The biggest training obstacle I've faced is my neighbor's insulin dependent pit-bull.

If you've been wondering why I haven't been posting lately, the truth is, its hard to type when one hand is punctured and infected, and the other hand has the antibiotic/morphine drip.

Yep, Tawny spent 4 days and 3 nights in the hospital this week.

Special.

But hey, I am out now.

And thanks to the hospital staff and Alice, I escaped without surgery.

(See! I told you, a nurse should be on the crew roster!)

The swim goes on.

Time heals all wounds.

And it damn well better heal mine.

13 days and counting.