I was introduced to Biorhythms by my father, when I was in middle school or high school.  As Biorhythms are calculated with a mathematical formula, my fathers interest was understandable, he was after all, a mathematician. My obsession with them defies logic – I am neither a mathematician, nor an aspiring fortune teller, but I check them frequently enough that I “know” when certain of my rhythms are “up” or “down”.  According to facade, biorhythm cycles map our emotional, physical and intellectual proclivities throughout the month, and these are based on our birth date, with the intellectual cycle lasting 33 days, the physical cycle lasting 23 days, and the emotional one for 28 days (whether you are female or not).

“The numbers from +100% (maximum) to -100% (minimum) indicate where the rhythms are on a particular day. In general, a rhythm at 0% is thought to have no real impact on your life, whereas a rhythm at +100% (a high) would give you an edge in that area, and a rhythm at -100% (a low) would make life more difficult in that area. There is no particular meaning to a day on which your rhythms are all high or all low, except the obvious benefits or hindrances that these rare extremes are thought to have on your life.”

So right now, I am in the middle of what my husband and I jokingly refer to as “Dastardly Days” – meaning that everything is “down”.  (When everything is “up” we call this a “Triple Wicked” – not sure why.) I had sort of been anticipating these days as I had intentionally entered a 7 mile swim for when


everything was projected to be “up” on October 28th.  (Unfortunately, due to a horrific hurricane season, this swim has been canceled this year.)

Having suffered from melancholy most of my life, I have found my biorhythms at least, to be uncannily accurate in the emotional cycle.   If I have a really bad weekend and I go back and check what my biorhythms were that weekend, I almost invariably find that my emotional cycle was in “down” mode.  I haven’t been very good at anticipating the downside of my emotions, only in looking back retrospectively, because I believe that I actually do have a significant amount of control over my life.  At least I have control over how I behave, or react to a given situation.  Nonetheless, if I have been feeling especially morose for seemingly no reason at all, once I’m over it, if I look back, yup, my emotional biorhythm was down.

The last few years however, I’ve also been sort of tracking my physical biorhythm, to see how accurate it is.  I find that it only has a very small effect on my performance in the gym or in the pool. However, if my biorhythms are down in emotions AND physical components, then I might as well stay in bed – or at least not even plan on being competitive.

I have learned that the days projected are not exactly accurate – they may be off by 7-10 days – the physical cycle at least.  The emotional cycle for me, is dead on.

So it is interesting to see what has been happening in my life the past several days.  I seem to find fault in everything, feel critical of everybody, and want to bark at idiots on the road, co-workers, and even my family members.  Knowing that my biorhythm is in down mode and that I am just about to move past it is helpful, because I can tell myself to hold my tongue for just a few days.  I’m more apt to get a second opinion from a co-worker rather than make a snap decision on something that is less than routine – to be on the safe side.  It’s incredibly gratifying to note that my performance in the pool and gym are not “down” even though the chart says they should be.  It will be interesting to see how things are in two weeks when I’m having a “triple wicked”.  I’ll let you know.



What Exactly Is Considered Athletic?


via Daily Prompt: Athletic

When my oldest child was in elementary school, we put her in synchronized swimming.  This is a much more difficult venture than one might suppose.  You might think of yourself as a good swimmer, a good ballerina or gymnast, but, can you do all your tricks while upside down, holding your breath?  Probably not.  One day when my sweet girl was in her PE class, her PE instructor advised her that swimming was not a sport, and thus, Christa was not athletic. Seriously?  I think this has bothered me for over 20 years now.

How many “athletes” in other sports can swim at all?  There is a joke that goes something like this:  If you put a swimmer on the field at football practice, he might come out of it bruised and sore, but he would be able to do what was asked of him, and finish the practice.  If, on the other hand, you took a football player and put him in swim practice, in many cases it is questionable whether or not the football player could even finish one length of the pool, let alone a two hour practice.  So it seems to me that the term sport, or athletic, must have been dreamt up by those who play with balls – footballs, basketballs, soccer balls and tennis balls.

I would like to put forth the radical suggestion that the term “Sportsman” is not accurate either. After all, how sporting is it of mankind to hide in the bushes and shoot lethal bullets at unsuspecting deer or other animals? And how athletic does a person have to be to shoot a gun?  I’ll admit that there is a certain amount of skill to shooting straight, consistently catching fish, or using a cross-bow, but I don’t that that makes a person “athletic” nor do I think it makes them “sporty”.  Therefore we should have another term, don’t you think?  Hunter works for me.  Fisherman or archer work as well, but not sportsman.


To be considered athletic, one is generally considered physically active and strong; and good at sports and must be able to use physical skills (or capabilities) such as strength, agility or stamina during the sporting activity.  This then, includes swimming (and synchronized swimming as well) as sports that would qualify someone as athletic.

So yes, Christa, you are athletic, and you do participate in a sport.  No matter what the ball boys say.




They look athletic to me.

Fondant Fantasies – Part 1


I decided to branch out a bit in the kitchen. I’ve made a few fondant fish, and maybe a teddy bear or two, but this week is all about elephants.  Baby animals are the cutest!  Unfortunately, baby animals, of any kind, have a larger head compared to their body size, and this means a little bit more fiddling with your medium (fondant) while it is drying, so it will retain the shape you want.  I got lucky, and found a soup ladle to use to help hold the head of my elephant for a little while during the drying time.  We had to redo the head once or twice – once because the trunk was kinda skewed, and then again because we decided it looked too much like an adult elephant, and not enough like a baby elephant.

It’s terrible to say, but I am glad that I’m done with this cake, because I have scrap-booking plans in the wings that I am eager to get to.  Sad, because I spent several days working on it.   I had already decided it had to be a baby elephant, but I couldn’t just cover the top and sides with elephants, so I thought I’d add some little banners, and after a minor mishap decided I also needed some “buttons” to cover up a little booboo.


Here’s where I started this morning – see how the cake with the stripes very stupidly doesn’t have stripes going across the top?  Not sure what I was thinking when I did this, so the buttons were to create a border.  I made 60 of them (cake circumference was 29+ inches, buttons about 1/2 inch diameter).  The cakes are 9″ and 6″, and about 4″ tall.

Then I realized that my little elephant really needed touching up, so I added a bow to the back to cover up another imperfection.  Funny how much trouble a simple bow was, I ended up cutting out a template to get it right.


Then to make things REALLY exciting, I forgot to take the dowel rods with me & my sweet husband had to bring them to me before I could set it up – which unfortunately was about a 1/2 hour late, since the customer changed the start time of her party from 1pm to 12:30, and didn’t tell me!!  Here’s how it turned out when all was said & done.  (Be gentle with your comments please!  It’s been ages since I worked with fondant & the cake surface is not what I used to be able to do.  I have a lot of practicing to do, to get back to the perfection I was used to.)


Now I can get started on making those scrapbooks!!



Is Everything a D#$% Race?

Dryland-Tip-How-to-Improve-Ankle-Flexibility-for-SwimmersYep, that’s the question.  So, I go to the pool every morning and get some laps in.  I have a small group of fellow swimmers, mostly triathletes, who also swim at the same time, and we do workouts together.  (We are all in our 40’s & 50’s by the way.) We love it when we get “new blood” to join us – because it mixes it up, and half of the reason we swim is probably a social thing.  About a week ago, a young man, about 23 years old, recent college swimmer for Florida State (read: FAST) decided that he would come out of retirement & start swimming with us, so he could continue to eat the way he likes to eat (a LOT).  I think he thinks he’s Michael Phelps!!  Seriously – he even races his way through the warm up!  He kicks like a fiend, hits the wall after each set sounding like he’s seriously out of breath, and the rest of us are wondering, why are you swimming with our group?  I mean, really?  We are all at least 20 years older than him, and much slower, so wouldn’t he be better served by working out with people closer to his own speed?

I was feeling seriously demoralized yesterday morning.  I hadn’t realized how much harder he was working than the rest of us until yesterday, as he had been a couple of lanes over.  It really messed up my mojo.

You would think at my age, that I would have learned by now to stop comparing myself to others – to compare myself only to my previous accomplishments – and the clock.  But I don’t.

Actually, I think that is part of being a competitive person.  We want to win – thus we compare our speed or performance to those around us – that’s actually how we measure our improvements as well. What we don’t need to be doing, is beating ourselves with a stick if we fall short. Someone said “A flower doesn’t think of competing with the flower next to it.  It just blooms.”

So, I’m going to try to make myself “bloom” more.  Because I’m bloomin’ slow!!



The Gifted Pickle Sucker

It is distressing to watch the news now-a-days.  No matter where you turn, journalists and reporters are commenting with excessive negativism on our country’s leadership, and the citizenry is in revolt against each other.

Gordon B. Hinkley, a leader of the LDS church until his death in 2008, said in 1977, after a visit to Washington D.C.:

‘Said I, “Surely this is the age and place of the gifted pickle sucker.”

The tragedy is that this spirit is epidemic. Criticism, fault-finding, evil speaking—these are of the spirit of the day. They are in our national life. To hear tell these days, there is nowhere a man of integrity among those holding political office. In many instances this spirit has become the very atmosphere of university campuses. The snide remark, the sarcastic gibe, the cutting down of associates—these, too often, are of the essence of our conversation. In our homes wives weep and children finally give up under the barrage of criticism leveled by husbands and fathers. Criticism is the forerunner of divorce, the cultivator of rebellion, sometimes a catalyst that leads to failure. . . .

I come this morning with a plea that we stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight. I am suggesting that we “accentuate the positive.” I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good, that we still our voices of insult and sarcasm, that we more generously compliment virtue and effort. I am not asking that all criticism be silenced. Growth comes of correction. Strength comes of repentance. Wise is the man who can acknowledge mistakes pointed out by others and change his course. I am not suggesting that our conversation be all honey and blossoms. Clever expression that is sincere and honest is a skill to be sought and cultivated.

What I am suggesting and asking is that we turn from the negativism that so permeates our society and look for the remarkable good in the land and times in which we live, that we speak of one another’s virtues more than we speak of one another’s faults, that optimism replace pessimism, that our faith exceed our fears.

In many ways, Hurricane Harvey has taken our focus off of our differences, and allows us to see the generosity and compassion of people in the face of tragedy.  Why does it take a tragedy to bring us together? Do we need to have another Pearl Harbour for the people to have a common goal again? Watching people coming together during this crisis, people from diverse backgrounds, all reaching out to strangers,  no matter what their creed or color, is heartening, and helping to restore my faith in humanity.

I’m also asking that we all turn from this negativism that is permeating and destroying our society.  It seems that many of the protesters are simply interested in creating anarchy and violence, not actually in effecting a positive change for society. Let’s see if we can find the good in people. Stop the backbiting and violent protests. Work together to build up our community and our country.  We’re all in this together. 

Hammerhead Ocean “Marathon”

Waikiki-Roughwater-Swim-10-most-challenging-open-water-swims-gear-patrolWell, I’ve completed my first ocean swim.  I’ve done open water before, but they were in lakes or rivers. I’ve “played” in the ocean before, of course, but that’s not quite the same.  I must say, I don’t really consider 2.5 miles a “marathon” – but I suppose since the Iron Man only requires 2.4 miles, it’s close enough.

I was surprised at how well this went! My arms did get a little weary near the end, (but I didn’t run into any jelly fish or sharks) and I could barely see my hands and arms as they entered the water, so I wasn’t aware of an ocean bottom – or, unfortunately that I was about to swim on top of someone else!!  The ocean swells weren’t that much of an issue AT ALL, the temperature (82-83*) was nice, and when we swam through cooler eddies it was divine.

And how did I measure up? Seventeenth over all for women.  For masters age group (over 21 years of age) I was 8th.  Not too shabby for a first timer.

Will I do it again (as in, this October)?  I’m thinking yes.  At first, I thought I would really rather not have salt water in my mouth for three plus hours, but I truly have no concerns about being able to finish the swim.  Additionally, we anticipate cooler water temperature (74-76*) which should almost guarantee that the salinity will at least seem to be less.  However, I do not consider myself a long distance swimmer.  I just want to see if I can do it, and I am enjoying the journey – the hard workouts, and hope that the water will be clear so I can see the marine life while I’m in there.  Plus, my workout buddies are training for the Iron Man Florida in November, so our workout needs are similar & we can push each other.  I find that I feel more camaraderie with my workout buddies too, as I haven’t been much of a competitor outside of workout, and now we have more to talk about, and they have a lot of helpful tips for me.  I’m not sure I’m going to keep doing these ultra long events much past this year, but I kind of want to do the Jacksonville swim again next summer – now that I know a couple of things – just to see if I can place higher.




 Solar Eclipse 2017

On August 21, a total solar eclipse will cut through the entire continental United States. It’s going to be awesome!  This is the first total solar eclipse since 1979. At just 70 miles wide, the path of the totality will be quite narrow. For the rest of the country, beyond this slim trajectory, anywhere from 20 to 99 percent of the sun will be covered by the moon. The last time a total solar eclipse swept the whole width of the U.S. was in 1918, or nearly 100 years ago. The next one (scheduled) to traverse the entire U.S. continent should be around 2045.

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This means that my husband and I are traveling to see one of our sons in Clarksville, TN – which is one of the prime locations in the mid-west to view the Eclipse.  We are driving nine hours to see a total of about 2-1/2 minutes of splendor.  Even if the entire eclipse only lasts 2-1/2 minutes, it will be dark for a couple of hours, and it will be a minimum of eight years before we have another one.  I can hardly wait!

I find it extremely interesting that this is really only an eclipse for the U.S.  Also interesting that the solar eclipse is sandwiched between two lunar eclipses.  I also find it extremely interesting that my boss seems oblivious to it.  He’s a scientist (an MD) – but he’s more worried about the bottom line at the office.  I kid you not, six out of eight providers, myself included, have called off to watch this spectacular celestial event, but he plans on running the clinic “business as usual”.  I have the feeling he is going to have a very bad day, one way or another.  Either the whole town will come in to the clinic, and he will have to manage mostly on his own, or, no one will come in, because they will all be off watching the eclipse.  Either way, he is not going to be happy.

I, for one, have decided not to let spectacular things like this “eclipse” my life.  Go get your fancy sunglasses and relish the experience along with me.  You only live once.