I’ve become the Forrest Gump of our swimming pool. My family stands poolside chanting “Swim, Mama Bread Baker, Swim” while I glide through the water. They do this because I just learned to hold my breath for longer than a nanosecond—and because they wonder who will feed them if I drown.
With my newfound breath holding talent, I’ve decided to train for swimming events in the next Olympic Games. The crumb snatchers said, “Wayyyyy cool. Do they have the Senior Olympics every year?” Their rehabilitation appointments to learn to walk again really cut into my training time.
Chief Money Maker, a former lifeguard and seasoned beach partier, is my trainer. I told Chief to train me just like he would Michael Phelps—only without the marijuana. I’ve learned how to execute the freestyle stroke while simultaneously opening a beer for him. My ultimate goal is to compete in the triathlon, as long as someone else can do the cycling and running part.
In our training sessions we’ve discovered a minor issue we need to work around. My Body Marshmallow Index—or what doctors refer to as BMI—is a bit high. It causes my derriere to act as a flotation device pulling me to the surface. <I like roasted marshmallows, marshmallow crème, marshmallow pie, mini marshmallows, fried marshmallows…..>
On the bright side, the next time the flight attendant tells me I can use my seat cushion as a flotation device, I’ll tell her I brought my own. Now I can also replace my irrational fear of drowning at sea with the more rational fear of being eaten by a shark while I float at sea.
I’ve discovered that swimming is great exercise and burns a lot of calories. For every hour I leisurely swim, my body is burning 556 calories. That’s 76 more calories burned than three cups of wine consumed. At this rate, according to my calculations, I should lose about 1.13 pounds annually, helping to lower my Body Marshmallow Index. <…boiled marshmallows, marshmallow soufflé, marshmallow salad, chocolate marshmallow eggs…>
As always, I’ve used my newfound goals as “teaching moments” for the crumb snatchers. I found something that interests me and I’ve set my sights on the lofty goal of Olympic competition—senior status aside. I’m working hard, training, and dedicating myself to a diet and exercise routine that will help me accomplish those goals. So the “teachable moment” here is that when I’m on my floating raft with a wine glass in hand and I say, “Not now Sweetie…Mommy’s training,” then get the heck inside and leave me alone!
My Mama always said, “Life is like a bottle of wine. Sometimes you can get the cork out, and sometimes you just have to shove it down into the bottle.” That doesn’t really have anything to do with my post. I just couldn’t get my wine bottle opener to work properly. <…marshmallow peeps, marshmallow fudge, marshmallow crispy treats, marshmallow marble cake…>
I hope I’ll be able to keep up my blog posts while vigorously swim training. I’ve asked my trainer to set some new goals for me to keep me motivated. Next week we’ll work on holding my breath UNDER water. <…marshmallow delights, marshmallow tarts…>
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