Thursday, August 17, 2006

All about me

Sigh. The high school in a neighboring town has a sign alongside the road which read 104; it was 11:00 in the morning, so I'm skeptical of that temperature reading, though it is supposed to reach that, at least, today. We're over thirty days this year with triple-digit temperatures, trying to beat 1980's record of 46 days, though earlier in the century there's a year that beats that. I must remark how grateful I am for air conditioning. Living this heat wave would be very different without it.

For instance, I probably wouldn't be jogging on a treadmill. Recently, I accomplished my short-term goal of sustaining a 5.5 mph run--with 6 mph intervals every five minutes during the first half--for forty minutes. My friend Becky, who's a runner has been coaching me over email and writes that I should continue that for a few weeks before I add any speed.

It's a funny thing, the human body. One day last week, my body and spirit refused to cooperate and I power-walked a good deal instead of jogging. And for the next few days I remained unusually soar sore, so I took three days off. On my return run, I was strong, confident: no one could catch me (except those who can run 5.6 mph).

I hope to bring my jogging comfort zone up to 6 mph consistently. But even without reaching that level of consistency, my resting heart rate has plummeted to -- are you ready for this? Forty-four beats per minute. 44! Seems too low to me. What does Google tell me? Hmm. Not a lot, though, now I know subtracting my age from 220 gives me my maximum heart rate, But wait! This page throws in the variable of the resting heart rate and gives me a higher maximum heart rate, at least I presume it does because the chart starts with a resting heart rate of 50, not 44.

But enough about my hair! What about my dress?

The heat makes the walk from the car to the elementary school and the wait outside the front door a drippy, sweaty one. This year, parents are no longer allowed inside to pick up their kids. Terrorism, child-napping and all.

The other day, my five-year-old, who is in kindergarten, said, "You know, Mom, I was just thinking today that--you know, and I didn't say it but I was thinking it -- what a long time we were here in school and when do we get to go home? You know, but I didn't actually ask that."

I told her I understand and that her feelings are normal. What else is there to say? Well, I also told her how easy it's been to keep the house neat while she's at school, and I gloried excitedly about how her brother returned to early-afternoon napping quite easily, after a summer of being too busy playing with her for early napping.

I think she was happy for me, but was not really able to revel in this triumph.

Speaking of the little one, he's been quite the cuddle monster since his sister took off for school. He gets to go to "school" starting next week for two mornings a week. I think my joy will also be one which only I can truly celebrate.


Anonymous kathy said...

44! you are a monster! you are President Bush! (I think his is in that range). That is super incredibly healthy. Mine is like 80, I am sorry to say. When I was a crazy daily power walker after we quit smoking, it still only hit 63 resting. SNAP to the trainer who said your aerobic level was poor,

awwww the new kindergartener's question was very poignant. I ask myself that question every day at my job. But not out loud. I do ask it out loud at meetings occasionally.

4:13 PM  
Anonymous bob dole said...

Bob Dole also thinks 44 is very low! It seems like rates that low are usually associated with very hard core athletes like long distance runners. Bob Dole's rate right now is about 130 but he did just take a Viagra!!

11:02 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...


1:38 PM  
Blogger Mike in S.A. said...

Okay, I'll confess. I was "Bob Dole" in the two previous comment threads. The "Bob Dole" above, however, is an impostor!

So the question is: who stole my sock puppet?!?!

7:46 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...

Ha! Well, I thought so for a while, but then I began to suspect other people...and, I don't know who stole your sock puppet!

6:57 AM  

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