I’ve picked two actual workouts to rotate into my lap swimming. Thus far, I have swum to the clock without much attention to how many laps I am getting in during a workout. Going forward, I’ll be swimming to a set routine. I think that will help a) with the ennui of back and forth, b) boost the physical benefits, and c) keep my mind off my fears because I’ll be too busy thinking, “Wait…was that four or five? Dang it! Better call it four just to be sure.”
I am listening to the World Series, avoiding watching the nail biter. I watched until Lewis walked two to load the bases. Then, I couldn’t watch any longer. It isn’t like it’s MY team. My team is the Braves. My American League team is the Yankees. But, if I can’t have a series with the Braves and the Yankees (and wasn’t I having a ball that year?! two hats! I rooted for whichever team was at bat.) then I’ll root, root, root for the home team–my home team, the Rangers. If they don’t win, it really will be a shame.
Although, if they do win, I won’t be able to taunt my brother-in-law and husband any longer with, “Remind me… How many World Series have the Rangers won?”
I’m an odd sports fan. I really do love watching sports, but I have these huge gaps in knowledge of rules of play. I still don’t know the difference between all the numbers they call on the football field–you know, the ones that determine for how many more plays the offense has the ball? No clue. But I get excited just the same. I confuse baseball rules with softball rules half the time. I know zilch about hockey, and basketball foul rules confuse the hoop out of me. But I love watching sports. I know when to yell.
Like right then! Beltre homerun!!! We’re in the lead at the top of the 7th! Two more innings to play, though. No getting cocky.
In other news, I am seriously considering (and by seriously I mean starting to plan) giving a stab at auditions for the next X Factor. (HOMERUN CRUZ! WOO!) I’ve always said that the only thing keeping me from auditioning for American Idol was the age limit. I think I could have a very decent shot at being an Over 30. I mean, I’m no homeless, James Brown impersonator, but I’m pretty good with a mic. I’ve thought how much fun it would be to live blog the process, but wondered if cell phones are allowed?
Do I want to be a known commodity, though? No. Do I want validation from Simon Cowell? Yes. Ha! I want to vanity audition. So the question is, if I don’t really want to sing for a living, do I fool with it and potentially rob someone of the chance, who is truly passionate about performance as a lifestyle? That is assuming that I am good enough to make it through the producers, onto the actual audition.
I know what I would wear…
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