Posts tagged ‘sports’

~ trailblazing ~

 

Version 2

 

watery eyes,

runny nose,

freezing fingers,

burning toes ~

 

poles in hand,

laces secured,

ratchets tight,

crunching……. sounds…… underfoot ~ ~ ~

 

such a wonderful time ~ ~ walking in the snow ~ ~

with trails ahead

and

a smile in tow!

 

……… just purchased a pair of snowshoes – so much fun!!!

 

January 22, 2019 at 1:43 pm 4 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Summer Lovin’

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bball

Baseball at sunset on a hot summer night….

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I have been taking a photo of Peyton sitting on the bench practically every year of his baseball career, which began with T-ball when he was 5 years old.  The picture above was taken in the summer of 2013.  Sadly, this year, he did not play – he has retired. 

It’s all good…

Soccer is getting ready to kick into gear……

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/summer-lovin/

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July 25, 2014 at 11:13 pm 6 comments

Weekly Pet Challenge: Ready for Baseball Season

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Take me out to the ball game…

Take me out for a vroom…

Buy me some boneys and lots of tum…

I don’t care if mommy puts a bunch of hats on my head…

Let me woof, woof, woof for the home team…

and if they don’t win it’s a shame

grrrrrr…

for its woof

woof woof

woof woof woof

strikes your out

at the old ball game!

reds 1

early 1990’s Cincinnati Red’s wool hat

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reds 2

mommy’s batting helmet – given out during Hat Day at Riverfront Stadium way back in 1974 (her name is written in the inside – in crayon!)

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reds 3

this hat was purchased in 1995 for Jordan when he was born:) – he was Jordy then…

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Note from Mommy –

I contemplated dressing Sydnee Pee in my Red’s jersey – BUT – I do have a ‘NO DRESSING MY PUPPY IN CLOTHES’ policy.  Seriously, I am not that maniacal…. 🙂

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Come play with us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 1, 2014 at 11:25 am 39 comments

swimming through life

Every once in a while, I take a stroll back into the recesses of my blog.  I always find it entertaining and enlightening to see what oozed out of my brain a few years ago.   It is also interesting to see where my mind was ‘spending it’s time’ – the dark basement, upper floors with plenty of windows, in the clouds or in another universe along with dark matter and alien life forms.  Here is a piece I posted on March 8, 2011.  (I have taken the liberty of editing a few bits and pieces.)

Swimming Pool = Water + Lane Lines = Life

‘Life as a swimming pool filled with crystal water and lap lanes framed by lane lines’.

Yes, I know.  It may sound a bit cliché and corny, but for some reason the thought recently entered my mind.  I have spent the better part of two, almost three decades in and around a pool.  I taught water fitness classes, trained for quite a few triathlons, rehabbed countless dance injuries, three knee surgeries and two herniated discs, relieved the discomfort of two pregnancies and countless life traumas – all the while as I was swimming back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.  Never once in those thirty years did I ever see a swimming pool as a metaphor of life.  NEVER.

How is it this metaphor came to be to me?  I was composing an email to a friend and trying to find a way to look at life in a more lighthearted manner.  I wanted to clear the heavy and suffocating air with a splash of water – a little something to stimulate the senses, create a little hope and possibly a smile.  Thus popping into my head….

The Swimming Pool –

‘Life is like swimming in a pool’ – no matter how many minutes, laps or miles, one moves back and forth and back and forth and…  It is an activity that only one person can do for themselves.  You can share a lane, even train with a partner or two but, when all is said and done, it must be you that swims the laps.  Practice makes you stronger and prepares you for whatever event you are training for or goal you may seek.  You may have extraordinary swimming days, middle of the road days or just down right horrible days.  The thing is you never really know until you jump in.

Water + Lane Lines –

Where do lane lines enter into this metaphor?  Quite simply they are there – right by your side.  Depending on your exact location in the pool, there may be one or two, but wherever you may be, a lane line will be present.  The purpose for a lane line is really two-fold.  One can think of them as the painted yellow lines on a highway.  They keep you moving along a straight path.  They can also be a kind of life preserver – a life line, so to speak.  When fatigue unexpectedly arises, the line is there to grab hold.  If you are in the middle of a 50 meter or 25 yard pool, the lane line is a welcome sight – a feeling of comfort and assurance.  It can be used as a momentary place to rest or as a tether.  Whatever the case may be, it is there to assist.

The actual lane line itself, can be one of three things – taut, with a little slack and very loose.  A taut lane line is nice, but not good for the actual material itself.  In time, the fibers on the cable strip away and, as a result, become very flimsy and ultimately rendered useless.  If a lane line is too loose, then it floats all over the place due to the current(s) in the water.  It can also become a hindrance, either cutting the width of the lane or widening it.   Anyway you look at it, loose lines make for a ‘swervy’ swim.  Swerving right and left can be very dangerous if you are sharing a lane.  Getting a head butt by an oncoming swimmer can be very dangerous, not to mention painful.  A perfect lane line is adjusted firmly – not too tight but not too loose – just a little give.  I like to think of it as a graceful wave, sort of like breathing, but instead of up and down, the lane line moves right and left.

Life –

Life is the swimming – the workout.  From the beginning to the end, it can be fun, exhausting, horribly trying at times and rewarding.

So, where is it I am going on this tangent?  The lane lines are our family, friends, teachers, confidants, etc…  They are there for guidance and support.  Sometimes they do get in the way – are a bit intrusive or a hindrance.  Then there are times we need or allow the ‘use’ of them – grabbing hold, supporting and/or tethering the way to our final goal or outcome.  There are times when a workout can be very trying and sometimes the unexpected can occur.  One can get overwhelmed, regardless of how accomplished or experienced a swimmer may become.  A cramp can surprise you without the slightest warning and having a lane line by your side to grab hold is truly a life saver.

My Life…

When it comes to swimming, I personally prefer the lane lines that are not too tight or too loose.  I enjoy the swim and try very hard not to use the lines, but I do take comfort in knowing they are there.  I like to know there is a line – a special someone who I can grab hold of in a paralyzing moment of fear or indecision.  I do not require they swim my workout for me. Only I can swim the laps that go back and forth. I do, however, want to trust they are capable of support and can prevent me from drowning…….. falling into that chasm which will prevent me from reaching the other end of the pool, my final goal or inevitably living my life.

September 25, 2013 at 4:30 pm 9 comments

beyond the outfield….

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not boys, barely men

sunset over dusty field

swing to hit and score

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bball

an evening game of baseball

bball 2

sun is setting in the outfield

June 21, 2013 at 1:43 am 13 comments

Madness of the Big Dance

 
 
University of Cincinnati

University of Cincinnati

 
 
’tis the time of year where madness rules –
when a ball and net turn some into fools.
 
where a seed is not a plant,
a bracket rules the office
and
a grown man (or woman) cry
because their favorite team is offed.
 
there are kids of all ages wearing their fave team jersey
and
alumni digging in closets for old college mementos.
then
there are school pennants flying high – on public display
along
with echos of fight songs being prepared for the big game day.
 
the whole process is quite sophisticated,
beginning with a group of 64
then
whittled down
to a Sweet 16,
Elite 8
and
The Final 4.
 
by the time the Big Championship game arrives,
almost 3 weeks will have passed,
when all is done,
the trophy is won – what’s next???
 
Major League Baseball will have just BEGUN!
 
 

March 22, 2013 at 3:39 pm 2 comments

punch + kick = ahhhhhh…..

 
The scent of sweat and leather
filters through the room
while
the rhythm of thunderous music –
resonates in my ears……….
 
With hands wrapped tight,
and gloves secure,
I find myself
standing –
in front of my
opponent.
 
Or is it my friend?
 
I do not know for certain
but
will soon find out
for sure.
 
I’ve stretched out a bit,
gulped down some water
and
anxiously…..await……..
with all of the others………
 
“LETS DO IT”
 
The warm up is very basic;
to get the blood flowing –
fifteen minutes of
running,
lunging,
push ups
and
squatting.
 
When the bouncing has commenced
it’s time to get serious –
in front of the bag
we stand –
hands up,
face blocked,
on the hop……………….
 
“LET’S GO”
 
There is nothing more
liberating
than throwing a punch –
into a bag
of sand 
weighing 75 lbs –
covered in black leather
hanging
from a chain.
 
The impact begins when the glove
hits the bag –
then
the fist
the arm,
the shoulder,
and neck –
until the whole body is
contracting,
heart racing
faster than  fast!
 
The bag is unrelenting –
it’s firm
with just a little bit of  ‘give’ –
not a pillow –
but it does allow
for a darn good punch
and
a give-it-all-you-got power kick.
 
After 30 minutes of throwing
punches
and
kicking hard against the bag,
it’s time to move on to
the core,
stretch,
clean the leather
&
then
collapse.
 
“GOOD CLASS  EVERYONE”
 
The arms feel like
noodles,
the legs turn into
rubber,
the mind becomes
crystal clear
and the spirit feels
light as a
feather!
 
What I like the most
about this class
is the bag I get to punch.
For me it is not
an object,
it becomes
so, so
much
more –
 
It’s the conflict
deep within me,
all of the chaos that exists –
the darkness,
fears,
the uncertainties,
and struggles
of everyday life –
wrapped in a 75 lb package
for me
to punch
&
kick!
 
 
 

March 5, 2013 at 3:52 am 10 comments

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