This is a little funny in places. I have a problem with commercialism of all kinds, around most every holiday, including Valentine’s Day. (Don’t read me wrong, however, I would graciously accept flowers of any kind, any day of the year. It just can never hurt to make this publicly known.)
I shall be spending Valentine’s Day in the pool, getting my behind kicked by a bunch of other swimmers who are far better than me, but I was placed in their lane because I worked overzealously hard to swim super duper (yes, super duper) fast upon entering the swim club. This was a mistake because now, thrice weekly, I have to keep up this same unnaturally speedy clip, having been bumped up a lane beyond my true capacity. Having seen that “if I push myself, I can do it” the coach has chosen, rather ungraciously, to not allow me to return to my lazy ways. And so it goes, and so it goes. Wish me luck!
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Swimming fast three days a week is physically and emotionally draining, but the term “vie de cirque” came from Veronique, suggesting raising eight children including two recent twins, seven days a week is more demanding, more challenging. It might also be more rewarding. Said Franklin Joseph “love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” Sharon Slater, of Family Watch International, and mother of seven, says her husband Greg works, “often late at night, into the early morning, and on weekends”, so that Sharon can carry on her own onerous workload of defending pro-family values against the really, really big fish at the United Nations.