Subungual Hematoma | Kona | Wine | Childhood Memories

I wasn’t sure if I was going to bike or run today. Well, I ran in the afternoon at Lifetime Fitness for a little over an hour. It was interval day 4 x 7 minutes at level 3-4 with a 3 minute level 1 phase. I felt pretty good throughout the run, but my big toe on my right leg and two of my little toes on my left leg are showing the first signs of subungual hematoma (bleeding under nail). Ouch! It is not painful (yet), but I’m pretty sure I will lose my nails. Obviously, my shoes (Saucony Kinvara 3) are too tight; which is strange because I’ve been wearing the same brand/style (same size, different color) for the past year or so.

Before the workout, Binita and I watched the Ironman World Championships on NBC (2-hour special). I was glued to the TV; reliving every one of my Kona moments from last week.  Strangely, even when I knew the final results, I was rooting for Mirinda and Crowie. I wish they had shown more of Chrissie. She was the defending champ after all. In any case, I’m sure that Ironman and Triathlons are getting the recognition it deserves.

We have friends visiting us from Tennessee (Julie and Len) and Michigan (Marty and Bryan) in about 10 days. Preparations are in full swing. A trip to Home Depot this morning was followed by opening 3 cases of wine (ya, that’s 36 bottles).

My friend from high school (Kalpana) wrote a poem about our high-school days and emailed it to me. I don’t think she wants me to share it here, but I will take the liberty of sharing a few lines (she will scold me for it, I’m sure). It brought back a rush of memories.

i loved the cream short skirt uniforms 
its pleats starched and pressed by my mother 
maroon belts white blouses two pigtails 
naive fashion like no other 

Roads to volley ball cricket courts 
prayer halls extempore speech 
our class was surely an eclectic mix

Reminded me of that Beatles song (which reminds me of home each time I hear it):

There are places I remember all my life
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
Of lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I loved them all…

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