Almost 4 years ago to the day, me and 3 other women took a Stand-Up Paddleboard (herein, SUP) lesson. I had no idea what this meant. Two of the women had done it before I think and when I was invited I thought, “Sure, why not.”
I had the best time. For someone who doesn’t swim much and really isn’t a very strong swimmer, it was a bit scary being out on the lake but with my life jacket and tethered to the board, I felt pretty safe. I fell off a lot that day. But I also stayed on longer than I ever thought and I totally loved it.
Then three years went by and although I had fleeting thoughts of renting a board or even buying one, it just never happened. Last summer, while on vacation with my family, one of my girlfriends came up for a few days to the cottage we were renting and brought her SUP board. I got on, fell off a few times, then found my footing and loved it all over again.
Most of the last year I kept telling my husband on and off that I wanted to get a board, or at least rent a board for our cottage vacation this summer.
Why rent when you can buy?
And that’s what I did. I don’t feel too guilty about it as my birthday is in a few weeks. 😉
Husband went to the local SUP store with our daughter yesterday afternoon and scoped the scene, talked with the shop owner and then after work we went back.
I am the proud owner of an inflatable SUP board.
This is what it looks like inflated.
I am so excited!!! Hoping to take it out later after work today.
Ah summer. Late nights sipping wine on the deck. Kids sound asleep by 7pm.
Oh right. That was just a dream.
While I generally love summertime, since becoming a mother I quietly detest the longer daylight hours. Who in their right minds would willingly want to go to bed when the sun is still shining? Certainly not my brood.
Yet, the downside is a cranky child …er, children, who are completely unreasonable when tired. And loud. Oh my God, loud.
And the loudest is the baby. Not so much a baby anymore. He’ll be 2 in the fall and he might as well be 5. He screeches louder than the older two and for longer. He can reach pitches even the most well-trained operatic singers probably can’t reach.
I just want them all to rest. To sleep. And to shut.the.fuck.up.
As far as I’m concerned, summer has arrived. I’m wearing sandals, the kids need sunscreen, the city’s splash pads are open. It’s summer.
Over the weekend, my eldest achieved another milestone. Riding a two-wheeler!! Such a proud, proud moment for her and for me. In the span of, literally, 10-15 minutes she went from being wobbly, unsteady and unsure to a confident, sturdy rider. It was incredible to watch. We went to a local park which happens to have a skateboard area and she went to town with her little scooter, tackling the ramps like a pro. My heart stopped a few times watching her fall but those elbow, knee and wrist pads came in handy. Her poor little legs are all scraped up and bruised. She is such a tough little girl.
The baby started clapping! Oh my goodness, it was so spontaneous and hilarious. He was so proud of himself, but more so probably because of my squeal of delight when he did it.
I got in a few runs this past weekend. I’ve forgotten how difficult it can be to run in the summertime. I will have to start carrying water with me. The migraine headaches have been brutal post-run.
I love running along the trail. I am so fortunate to live be able to live in the city and yet have the woods so close that I can run to get there.
I may have started a coaching program on one of my running apps to help me get to my 10 km goal. I know I wrote last week that I wasn’t going to focus on distance or speed but I am who I am and I really want to be able to run 10km. So, the program told me I needed to run 6.4km on the weekend. It suggested a 1:1 interval but I did my usual 3:1 intervals but took time to stretch when I needed it and walked when I was supposed to. I ended up doing 6.38km which was great but really felt it in my hamstrings the next day – likely from some exuberant post-run stretching. I don’t plan on following the program all that closely, especially when it expects me to run 12 km in two weeks. Say whut? That’s a huge jump and not something I’m going to risk re-injury for. I will take its suggestions with a large grain of salt.
I ran yesterday, 4.23 km instead of the 2 km walk that was suggested for me and today the app wants me to run 6.44 km again. Yeah, not gonna happen. Instead I rode my bike into work. Cross training is better than no training, right?
Overall, I have to say, it’s been a fantastic start to the summer. I love the heat and you will not hear me complain about the humidity, unless it gives me a raging migraine. Then, all bets are off!
I need new running shorts that don’t bunch up in the thighs. Capri tights are far too hot to run in!