Pokemon!

My title comes from the gleeful screaming of a 3 year old and a 5 year old jumping into a pool. At swim lessons tonight, the boys were wound up due to 1. being in their swimming pool, 2. the fact that they both recently started new schools and are excited about it, and 3. they are little boys! The 3 year old had been wary of me until tonight... tonight he was all over me as though I was his personal jungle gym! I figured it out, everything has to be his idea for him to be interested. He is slightly afraid of the water and I tried all my tactics to get him to put his face in the water, to try to swim, to just let me hold him in the pool...nothing was working. So the last few lessons, I focused on his brother, who is 5. With him, things are going quite...swimmingly if I do say so myself. He can doggie paddle across the pool without touching the bottom once. He can successfully swim underwater, come up and take a breath, and continue across the pool without touching the bottom. He can float. He could not do any of these things before I started working with him. I'd say I have not lost my touch ;) This must have made the little one crave attention or something because for whatever reason, tonight he wanted to jump off the side of the pool a thousand times while I caught him each time. They jumped and jumped. They would wait for each other so they could jump in together, it was adorable. They screamed "POKEMON!" at the top of their lungs whenever they jumped in. I inquired about this and they said, "because that's the only show we watch." Duh Miss Jenna, why else would they scream POKEMON!

Before the lesson I had a successful 6 miler. It turns out that the other day when I wrote the "Running Blind" entry, I had gone 6 full miles :) I ran to that exact spot with my Garmin and it was 6 miles on the dot! I did slow down some, about 2 minutes, and that is perfectly fine. I got those miles in, and that is what counts! That's not the end of it though, I have a story...

While running on the Monon Trail tonight, I saw a girl with horrifically terrible form. I'm talking running form, I always see riders with awful form, but runners with bad form don't really stick out to me. This girl was somehow swaying from side to side while running forward. Talk about wasted energy. Her arms were crossing over her body like she was punching something, but she wasn't. It did not look intentional, it just looked like that's how she ran, and it looked bad. Needless to say (I'm brushing my shoulder off right now) I passed her, carried on with my run, and that was that...or so I thought. On my way back in, I was finding my rhythm, trying to keep a steady pace, and she was all of the sudden beside me! I thought I was going to get punched! I could tell she wanted to pass me, so I only sped up slightly (evil grin). I allowed her to pass but I put my hook in her back and stayed exactly 7-8 feet behind her for about 0.5 miles - until I had to turn of the Monon. Because of this, I was running slightly faster. All the while I was examining my own form, ensuring that I was not the victim of punchy-run syndrome. I hope that I am not, I don't feel that I am...

If I could jump into a pool and scream anything, it would probably be "THE OFFICE!" or "DEXTER!" I totally see where their logic is in yelling a TV Show title. Definitely.