Monday, September 8, 2014

Quick Update

George finished last night around 9:15...and he's an Ironman again for the fifth time. Yay, George!

His friend Dave finished his first Ironman about an hour ahead of George. Yay, David!


David and George


Mike experienced epic bike problems (repeat flats, gear issues) and was forced to abandon the race. You're not allowed assistance in an Ironman, and when you run out of inner tubes, you're done.

Next year, Mont Tremblant!

I'll fill in with details when I get a chance. Today is all about driving safely home to Ohio.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

Saturday Got Ahead of Me

I'm wiped out and need to go to bed for a VERY early wake-up as race day is tomorrow. It's just ten hours until the cannon goes off. I'll blog what we did today while George is on the bike tomorrow, but for any worriers out there, rest assured it was a lovely day from beginning to moonlit end!

ZZZzzzzzzzzz.......

Friday, September 5, 2014

Feeling Random on the Friday before IM Moo

Not much race news today. George and Mike swam this morning, went to the pre-race briefing, and spent time with their legs up, resting. They took newcomer David on a quick bike ride this afternoon. This is David's first Ironman, and apparently the bike trail portion of the 112-mile ride course is a bit dicey. They want him to be prepared.

Angela and I enjoyed shopping on and around State Street. I picked up my mother's thank-you gift but can't tell you what it is because she's going to read this post. (Hi, Mom!) We also stopped by Walgreens because, of course, I forgot my toothbrush.

Random news from Madison...

1)  We're eating our way to the Ironman. Angela and I decided that tonight's dinner should be a veggie sub at Subway, and when I told George this, he sat up straight, puffed up with righteous foodie indignation, and declared, "I will NOT eat dinner at Subway." Well, that put me in my place. I'm such a Philistine.

2) Do you know how, sometimes, you see something at a quick glance and have to do a double-take because your brain can't quite trust what your eyes just told it? Something similar happened earlier in the day and proved that, clearly, my ADD is getting worse. While Angela and I sat on our favorite flat rocks by the swim entry point, sipping Starbucks while Mike and George swam, I was talking (hard to believe, I know) when I caught a movement out the corner of my eye and thought, "That swimmer is heading for the rocks!" Double-take ensued, and I interrupted myself mid-sentence to blurt out, "Oh, that's a DUCK!"

And it was.

Angela was very nice about it, but I'm starting to worry about myself.

3) The makers of Crest toothpaste will be getting a sternly worded email from me about the hinged caps on their tubes. They don't latch closed, and last night, when I pulled out my cosmetic bag to brush my teeth with my (forgotten) toothbrush, I discovered that half a tube of toothpaste had squirted all over stuff that doesn't even have teeth...like my very expensive bottle of allergy eye drops and very inexpensive bottle of nail polish. What a nightmare of a first-world problem...which may or may not have provoked a smallish temper tantrum.

4) Thank you, George, for going to the front desk to pick up a complimentary toothbrush and for not judging me for my toddler tantrum.

5) Jack went to the sixth-grade social after school today and had a wonderful time. I had to order him to go, and I'm so glad I was right to do so, as it might have backfired spectacularly. He's also texting me and George like mad from his new iPod. It's adorable.

6) Praise Jesus that the escaped cobra was captured! Y'all know how I feel about snakes, and that scary, slithery thing escaped the zoo just to search all America until it found me and gave me a heart attack and then bit me to make sure I was dead. I just know it.

7) George started a thread on a triathlon forum about the water snakes in Lake Monona, asking if they were bad this year. Well, there are no snakes in Lake Monona, but he enjoyed watching the panic that ensued.

8) We're heading out soon to eat again. Oy vey.

Peace, love, and heartburn in Madison.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

IM Moo Begins

George and I arrived in Madison, Wisconsin, this afternoon for his eighth Ironman race. On the drive into town, we caught first sight of Lake Monona, where the swim portion of the race takes place. George said, "My stomach just did a flip turn."

Pre-race jitters are nothing new.

We met up today with George's sister Angela and her husband, Mike. Mike and George will race on Sunday. Angela and I will carry their bike pumps and cheer them on.



Tomorrow, George's coworker David and his family will join us as well. It's going to be a great race this year.

I can feel it.

Our first stop after dumping luggage and bike at the hotel was Starbucks. That's a very good sign. Starbucks opens at 3:30 AM on race morning.

Salted Caramel Mocha...yum

I'm going to need me some caffeine and sugar. For sure.

After our Starbucks pick-me-up, we walked down to Monona Terrace (race central) and George checked in, got his goodie bag and wrist band and timing chip...everything he needs for race day. After taking all that back to the hotel, George decided to go for a little swim. It's extremely windy today, so the water is super choppy, which makes sighting while swimming, ahem, a challenge.

It makes breathing while swimming hard, too. George didn't stay in the water that long, but it was good enough to loosen him up after hours in the car.



As you can see in the background, there were other racers getting the feel of the water. Today it's a little slow, but tomorrow, when almost all the participants will arrive, this area of the shore will have the atmosphere of a big, impromptu party, with lots of people pulling on wetsuits and swim caps and heading out to loosen up and to get the feel of the water. It's always a fun time because Ironman racers are, generally speaking, a happy, cheerful, friendly lot.

Must be all the endorphins.

Tonight, in just a bit, we will join Ang and Mike for dinner at some excellent area eatery because, really, an Ironman is all about nutrition.

If I'm going to get through this race, I'd better keep up my strength. 

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Gratitude Journal #248

 
Today, I am grateful that Jack turned 12 on Sunday. I'm grateful that his friend Jeremy was able to join us at the aquarium. I'm grateful that Jack chose brownies over cake. I'm grateful Jack is our son.


Our baby is 12!


Today, I am grateful for 248 weeks of gratitude. Gratitude grows us like no other feeling, in positive and constructive ways.

Today, I am grateful for the start of another school year. The kids are excited and off to a great start. I'm so grateful we are in this school district and are blessed with amazing and wonderful teachers.



Today, I am grateful for peace and quiet.

Today, I am grateful for friends and lunch.

Today, I am grateful for my lime green coffee mug.



What are you grateful for today?


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Observational Bias

Scientists often discuss the dangers of observational bias in experiments. Researchers look for results that confirm their working hypothesis, and can unconsciously skew data to support their own expectations. Remember the horse who could count? The original researchers wanted the horse to count, so they proved he did. But the horse was picking up on nonverbal cues from his testers rather than actually counting. When he couldn't see the tester, he couldn't do the math.

I think it's a pretty smart horse that can read people that well.

Recently, I've encountered articles in science magazines about how observational bias affects relationships. Take, for instance, housework. Each individual in a house knows exactly what housework he or she has done because s/he can't forget those nasty or tedious acts like sticking gloved hands in dirty toilets and emptying the fridge of science experiments and sorting 163 socks belonging to 4 different people. These tasks loom large in her/his mind. When called on to estimate what percentage of overall housework we do, we will usually over-estimate our own work and under-estimate others' work.

We think we're doing more than we are, and we don't give others credit for the work we don't see them do.

Source
Observational bias plays out in many human interactions. How often have you been the one doing all the work on a team project or committee? I can feel your grumbling through the internet, people. Those lazy sons of guns stood back and let us do all the work, and then they took credit for it. Darn them all to heck!

Of course we feel this way. It's observational bias at work.

I recently had the delightful experience of being on a church committee to put together a photo directory. Ordinarily, such a committee would hardly inspire the adjective "delightful" because everyone in a church wants a photo directory but no one wants to 1) be on the committee to make it happen or 2) schedule themselves for a photo session. Oh the grumbling of a congregation!

But this committee service has been truly delightful because every single woman on the committee felt like she wasn't doing much to get the job done...we all felt that the others were doing more work than we were, and we felt bad about it! It was, indeed, a most refreshing experience, and I credit the chair of the committee for choosing her team so well that observational bias didn't apply.

What a rare and precious treat!

So how do we compensate for observational bias in our personal relationships? How do we fairly and realistically assess what others are doing and acknowledge their contributions in positive ways? How do we keep from feeling like put-upon martyrs being victimized by the indifference, neglect, or lack of appreciation of those for whom we have done so much?

Several ideas come to mind.

First, figure out why you do what you do. Am I ironing George's shirts to get praise and love for being such a dutiful wife, or am I ironing them because I love him and because I have more time at home than he does? If I'm ironing for praise and love, I'll never be able to iron enough. That's a bottomless pit of neediness I firmly reject. If I'm ironing as an expression of love, what's there to feel victimized by or resentful of? Be aware of the reasons you do things, and you'll understand better why those things are or are not satisfying.

Second, ask if you're really doing as much as you think you are. When was the last time I ironed George's shirts? Well, shucks. There's a whole pile of them sitting, neglected, on the closet shelf. I'm falling down on the job here! Don't we all? When you consider what you're really doing, you might find it's not so much after all.

Third, evaluate your expectations of others. Expectation is the mother of disappointment. Are you expecting too much from other people? During years of military moves, I was hurt by the fact that so few friends and family members bothered to write or call after I moved away. I wrote them letters, called back when long-distance calls were expensive, and sent Christmas cards. They rarely wrote, rarely called, and usually cut me from their Christmas card lists after just a year or two.

Eventually, it occurred to me that these people had not stopped loving me...they were just living their lives. If observational bias exaggerates the busyness and importance of our own lives, it also significantly minimizes our understanding and appreciation of how busy and important other people's lives are.

But seriously? Other people are--generally speaking--working hard, making choices, planning for their futures, enjoying life on their own terms. We expect this right to pursue happiness for ourselves, so why do we have such a hard time accepting that other people might simply be exercising the same right?

My long-distance friends and family were focusing on the people in front of them, their children and husbands and parents and coworkers and local friends. Their "neglect" of our friendship wasn't personal. It was a necessary fact of separation in the modern, mobile world.

So I erased my expectations and accepted that others live their lives as busily and actively as I live mine...and I stopped taking it personally. Needless to say, I'm a lot happier for my change of attitude.

About the time I came to this healthy and reasonable conclusion, Facebook exploded onto the internet scene. As annoying and strange as it can be, Facebook enabled me to reconnect with some old friends in lovely, easy ways. I miss the ones whom I can't find on Facebook, but really, both my life and my Facebook feed are quite full and busy enough.

If you're like I used to be...sitting around feeling hurt because others aren't giving you a higher priority in their lives...ask yourself what you're giving to the relationship and if it's realistic to expect more from others than they are already giving. Put yourself in their shoes and imagine all they must be dealing with. Consider how observational bias might be skewing your perspective.

And then, if it is the healthy and reasonable thing to do, change your attitude and expectations. You'll be happier for it.

Source

Of course, you might find, upon honest examination, that you are indeed being treated unfairly or taken advantage of. Then, well, you have two positive choices: 1) open the lines of communication, assertively state your feelings, establish healthy boundaries, and see what happens, or 2) let it go.

Feel free to burst into song here. Let it go, let it go....

And now I'm off to iron some shirts. That's the least I can do for my honey-bunny who works forty hours a week so I can eat bon-bons and read novels all day long. Thank you, my dear.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Gratitude Journal #247

Today, I'm grateful still for my week in Pittsburgh and the lingering positive effects of meeting all these wonderful people, all of whom were committed to learning how to equip people to serve those who are suffering through Stephen Ministry.

Kim and Hilde

Mike and Jewell

Ellen, Kim, and Elaine

The Two Carols

Jane

Althea and I

Sharon


Walking around Pittsburgh

Banquet Night

Today, I am grateful for the last week of summer, for cooler weather, for rain, for flowers and butterflies and the promise of my favorite season soon to come.

Today, I am grateful for freshman orientation at our high school and for my baby who is excited to go to high school.

Today, I am grateful for Jack's sixth-grade building, for a principal who understands special needs, for an intervention specialist who wants to keep the lines of communication open, and for the chance to spend as long as we need practicing opening his locker in an empty building with no distractions.

Today, I am grateful that my aunt Linda continues to recover from her broken back. It will be a long recovery, but she will recover.

What are you grateful for today?