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FullSizeRender… so long as the snake makes no move towards them.

We are boating with dogs once again. The boat has been in the water for almost 2 weeks now. Probably the latest we have ever put the boat in the water. The lateness of the launch did have one compensation; we didn’t have to put up with the fish f..king along the side of the boat. I know some people find this noise quite endearing; I find it ruins my sleep.

The first week (Monday-Wednesday) the weather improved and was quite pleasant when we came home. Since then it has gone downhill rapidly. This past week, Monday-Wednesday again, it was downright cold. And windy. And eventually wet.

1H6A1716The dogs are acclimatizing to being back on the boat for the most part. Still working on trying to get them to pee and poop on the boat. No luck so far. Am open to suggestions. Bella is such a grass snob though. She will whine and dance about, almost plaiting her legs because she needs to pee so urgently but the damn bugger won’t go on the boat or even the dock, no matter how much coaxing we give her. However, say “Go pee-pee” and head down the dock towards shore and she is off like a rocket ahead of you. As soon as her paws touch the grass onshore, there she squats and pees. And pees. And pees. When she is finished, she about-faces and charges back to the boat, all happy and wiggy-waggy again. Ugh!

IMG_5322Wednesday did warm up a little and in the warmth, the water snakes become active. They also love to sun themselves on the swim platform at the back of the boat.

Paul and I were crawling around in lockers (whatever floats your boat, right?). (Ha! no pun intended.) The dogs were going crazy, barking on the back deck. It got so bad I had to go and investigate (fortunately during the week the marina is almost deserted.) This is what I found.

Two dogs almost falling overboard to try to get at the snake on the corner of the swim platform.

I tried to think of how to get the dogs down onto the platform so that they could chase it away because it was totally indifferent to their barking and evilly mad stares. I thought about trying to get Ebba to jump across the 2′ 6″ of open water from the dock to the platform but decided that was a no-go. But then, I had a good idea. (I have them occasionally.)

I got Ebba off the boat, took the dogs’ gangplank and laid it across the gap from the dock to the platform. At first Ebba wasn’t too fussed about crossing the abyss, but the more Bella barked and climbed over the gunwale, the more agitated Ebba became. Eventually she hesitantly made her way across the gap and squirmed her way across the width of the boat. Of course, by the time she got to the other side, the snake had disappeared. I honestly thought Bella was going in after it. But fortunately she didn’t.

They very nearly caught a seagull though. On one of our walks, both dogs ended up in the marina, swimming as fast as they could after a seagull that was also swimming. I do think it was injured because all the other birds flew away. Though it could have been that this one drew the short straw to act as a decoy to attract the dogs away from the nests, I’m not sure. Fortunately though, again, they came when I whistled. They were quite happy with treats.

IMG_5328What made it even better, the whole trip worthwhile, when we got home there was a Bark Box waiting on the doorstep. IMG_5327

Happy Boating with Dogs!

Thanks for reading.  Joanna

photo-16     It is a long time since I wrote a blog; not because I got lazy but because I was finding the news so depressing and ‘good news’ news stories seemed to be harder and harder to come by. And the blog was never supposed to be a diary of my life. Hence the break. However, I had a revelation today so this is going to be about me. Sorry. You don’t have to read any further if you don’t wish; I totally understand. For those who wish to continue, please read on.

As one or two of you maybe aware, I took up CrossFit, just over a year ago and despite absolutely loathing the coaches, and myself, at times as I struggled through workouts, I have enjoyed every minute. And no, that’s not a contradiction. It is possible to experience both emotions about the same events/moments.

So, my revelation tonight came as I was walking upside down backwards up the wall for the 10th and final time in the WOD. I walked all the way in, totally confident in my ability to get my belly and chest to touch the wall before descending again.

I have had a good week all round and especially in my progress in my strength training this week. For only the second time ever, I managed to front squat 130lb three times, I rowed my fastest ever 2km, and I hit new PRs for my sumo deadlift and push press. Today, my hope was to be able to conquer the 95lb clean cluster – two slightly different lifts at 95lb. I have, in the past, managed the first half of the cluster, but always failed on the second. And recently, I haven’t even been able to get the first half. So I was full of hope … until I lifted the bar for the first time and …. failed. Oh bugger. And no matter how hard I tried and how patient Anna was in coaching me, I just couldn’t get it. I felt soooo deflated, such a failure. I know I am strong enough to lift this weight but …..

So there I was, this evening, walking backwards on my hands with my feet in the air and it suddenly struck me – what a bozo I am! Just a mere 5 or 6 months ago, I dreaded seeing ‘wall walks’ in the workout. I struggled to get to a 45 degree angle never mind getting my belly to touch the wall. And now hardly thinking about the movement at all, I was just focused on getting finished as quickly as possible.

So even though I still can’t get that darn bar up with 95lb on it, I can do a whole lot of other movements I couldn’t do this time last year. There is progress, I am stronger, I am more confident, I love rope climbs and I am beginning to not dread double unders, I get to workout with my best friend, Paul, and I have met and get to mingle with a great community.

I guess if there is a moral to this tale it would be, even if you think things are going badly and really ‘suck’, take a moment to reflect. You might surprise yourself and find that there really have been improvements and that you just have to shift your focus a little to the side to see around the bad stuff.

If you made it to this point, thanks for reading.

Have a great weekend.

Never doubt yourself.

ImageImageThis was the view from our ‘bridge’ on Saturday. There was a junior sailing regatta at Sandusky Sailing Club. Because of the number of dinghies attending, the sailing was held on 3 different courses within the confines of Sandusky Bay. You would think that because the dinghies are in the sheltered waters of the Bay, it would be a fairly safe place for the juniors to sail. And basically it is. There is a lot of power boat traffic and for the most part, they are fairly respectful and zoom around the outside of the fleets. However, there is always one (or two) powerboat owner(s) who have absolutely no respect for other boaters and a complete disregard for the consequences of their actions and boat wake. We saw one largish powerboat power straight through two of the course areas, right through each of the fleets. They were  extremely lucky not to hit any of the dinghies and also that the wake they caused did not flip any of the boats. But the potential was there for a complete disaster. Seeing the attendant coach/parent boats brought to mind when Anna and David were sailing these dinghies.

And now for the crazy bit. Anna and David, although they knew how to sail, cut their racing teeth on the junior racing circuit around the W end of Lake Erie and Columbus OH. Obviously, initially I had to drive them to the various regattas and because I was there, I wanted to go out on the water to watch. And if my Mum was over visiting from the UK, she would come out on the water with me. One year I had a couple of kayaks which I hauled around along with Anna’s and David’s dinghies. And it was in the kayaks that Mum and I ventured out on to the ‘sheltered waters’ of Sandusky Bay. Haha (cynical laugh).

One thing you have to understand is that there is nowhere for the powerboat wake to dissipate really. Most of it is rebounded off the shore. So the resultant wave effect is like a washing machine. Waves come from all directions and are of varying heights. And it was in these conditions that I ‘made’ Mum (who had never been in a kayak before) paddle out probably 3/4 mile to watch her grandchildren. It was a little, nay, very scary and we were very lucky not to be tipped over or run down.

And then today, when we arrived home, we had a little visitor on the front lawn.




Hope you all had a good weekend. USA just gave up their lead for a 2-2 draw with Portugal.


Never doubt yourself.

ImageImage In the grocery store today (and this is something I have been meaning to check up on for a while), the blueberries were available in ‘1 pint’ containers and 18oz containers. There was a $1.00 difference in price. My problem was, how to compare prices oz per oz between the containers when it doesn’t say how many ounces = 1pint or how many pints in 18oz. Looking at the two containers in the store, it appeared that the larger container is/was approximately 2 of the smaller ones. But this is not the case. Apparently, 1pint = 3/4lb (12oz) so 2pints (1quart) = 1 1/2lb (24oz). So when I picked up the larger container thinking I was buying twice the amount, I wasn’t (remember the larger container holds 18oz). Yes, it still works out cheaper, oz per oz, but it is all very misleading.

This link has some great information about freezing blueberries and other soft fruit:

And of course, blueberries are great for your health, very high in antioxidants; great for helping reduce inflammation from exercise; …

We’ve made it through to the end of another week. It is almost midsummer’s night so it has to be the Rachel Carson Trail race/hike this weekend. Good luck to everyone participating.

Have a fun Friday.


Never doubt yourself

Image I made my first post in this blog format on 1 February 2013 and almost everyday since then I have sent out some innocuous comments to be ignored or read by a few or all. Thank you to those who do read; it is quite humbling to think that you would spare a few of your precious minutes to humor me.

I looked back at the first one and it was about being caught at the rail crossing, a diamond heist, horse meat in Nestle products (but not their chocolate) and Medijool dates. Oh, and Paul cycling back to Millvale in the snow. Brrr.

Today, the temperature almost hit 90F with heat index readings into the low 90’sF. Uggggg! And it got me thinking about hydration – of ourselves. As I finished today’s workout and collapsed in a sweaty puddle on the floor, I guzzled the last drops of water in my water bottle. I then went on to cheer and encourage Pat to push through his ‘pain’ as the sweat dripped off him too. Post-WOD, I have drunk two mugs of tea, a coffee and half a mug of water. Not a very sensible plan for rehydration.

I know there is no way that I have replenished all that water I lost, not just during the workout but walking to and from the car, walking around the track at the park and even just sitting still while my body continues its work at keeping me cool. I think I am probably chronically dehydrated. Just slightly less than fully hydrated but a condition that could become a problem if I really pushed the limits into an acutely dehydrated situation. Starting tomorrow, I will be more conscientious about drinking more water. I will fully hydrate myself, even if means I spend more time peeing.

So, in this case, don’t follow my example; do as I say, not as I do. Drink more water. If you wish, you can do that whilst you ‘eat more chicken’. But either way, rehydrate fully.

Here are a couple of links: Why you should drink more water:

And What happens if you don’t drink enough water:

Hopefully the storms will miss you tonight.


Never doubt yourself

Image In the end it was a little exciting. I have to admit it has been a long long time since I watched football, oops, soccer. I sort of watched the last 22 minutes of this game and when I first joined the game, USA was playing such a defensive game it was awful. (In my opinion.) And I voiced my opinion to Paul, “There is no way they can play defensive football for 22 minutes at this level and expect to win”. Sure enough, Ghana scored which rather seemed to shake the US awake and boom, offensive football resulted in another goal for USA. Go figure. I am no expert, but I have watched a lot of football in my time and it was always the same.

Anyway, enough of my pontificating. Need to get my rest. Have to face ‘Karen” tomorrow.


Never doubt yourself

Image To all those special people, Happy Dads’ Day.