Monday: Swim and Gilad and Ivan the Snackless

So today, I crawled out of bed feeling rather yucky from my junk food rampage after swim: Puffy eyes and potato chip grossness. I, of course, vowed to never partake in packaged food dietary horrors again, but its really not the first time I have made myself this promise. I am always going to fall apart over chips or Dr. Pepper, probably sometime soon.

Anyway, I made it swim relatively on time and Steven had a great workout for us, with a lot of butterfly. Now, I am champion with a 100 yard IM, because it means only 25 yards of butterfly.

Today, Steven gave us multiple helpings of 200 yard IM, which mean a 50 yard butterfly stroke. It is just killer and even wearing fins, I am pathetic. Workout as follows:

• 200 warmup
• 6 x 75 kick drill swim
• 3 x 200 IM
• 100 swim
• 3 x 100 IM
• 6 x 100 kick (love 6 x 100 kick. Jamie and I talked all about Jodie Picoult's new book)
• something I can't remember
• 200 pull with paddles
• 200 kick

It was a nice workout, and though the butterfly aspect of the workout was hard, I always enjoy getting to work on my butterfly.

After swim I picked Ivan up from the nursery, where he was eating the other children's goldfish. The nursery workers told me that I should pack Ivan some snacks to eat so that he can feel included with the other kids who eat snack. I just want you to know that I felt SHAMED. There I am, gallivanting off to swim, while my son starves in the nursery. Oh the guilt was a like a knife in my heart from which I may never recover.

In my defense, I have often sent healthy snacks with Ivan (whole wheat waffles, whole grain cheerios, apples, raisins), and they are always returned home uneaten. SO, in an effort to avoid wasting food, I had just stopped sending snack. This of course resulted in Ivan being the lone child who could not participate at the snack table and myself feeling like a ratty mom who leaves her child to forage for food amongst the scraps of other children. It was just like The Glass Castle.

So, after swim, I rushed right out to the grocery and bought animal crackers, Cheese Sharks (faux Pepperidge Farms Goldfish), and individually packed snack packs of Chips Ahoy and something called Macaroni and Cheese Crackers. Now, that I am sitting down to reflect on my processed purchases, I am pretty ashamed about the Cheese Sharks. Will Ivan be further pitied, because his mother bought Cheese Sharks? Or just cheap. I bought cheap goldfish.

"Sure, she can afford custom made polyester swim suits and a matchy matchy swim bag and Lululemon apparel, but she sends Cheese Sharks for her son." I am CERTAIN that this is what they will say about me on Wednesday. CERTAIN.

At home, with all my snack foods purchased. I got in a Gilad workout and then headed in to work for the afternoon.

Speedwork tomorrow.