Rocks rocks and more rocks.

Last night I picked two rocks out of the gaping mouth-like cut on the ball of my foot. During Tuesday morning's ocean workout there were some hard sprints on just a little rest, and being the good environmentalist that I am, I stood up on the reef in between one set to catch my breath. And took a chunk home with me. Other highlights of the workout included slamming into Stefan when he stopped to look at a turtle during a hard effort in which he had just instructed me to draft off the fastest person I could find. Which is always him. He must have meant the fastest person who doesn't stop for turtles.. which he has a tendency to do during the North Shore Swim Series races as well.

I wore my wetsuit. Not only does it make me feel like catwoman in a girdle, it makes me about twice as fast as I am without it. My sinky runner-legs are all floaty and my total inability to kick no longer matters. My fatigue from 7 miles of intervals on the road during the hour prior to the swim workout chasing Todd and Courtenay didn't even matter, because all I have to do point myself in the right direction and the wetsuit floats me there. I love my wetsuit. When I first got it, back in 2007, I had a hard time taking it off, so I just didn't.

I would wear it to work if I could. I'm up to my eyeballs in rocks and dirt at work. I'm writing the geology chapters for seven volumes of the Guam EIS, with weekly submission deadlines that are next to impossible and warrant 60 hours a week. Want to know about rocks on Guam? I'm your girl. You can find me procrastinating at Jamba eating oatmeal or at Starbucks chatting with my green-aproned friends, approximately six times a day. I'm the girl wearing my office-blanket and not putting weight on my right foot..