Sunday: Swim and It's Oscar Night

Ok, so I really never watch the Oscars; not since I was in high school, but I am kind of having a love affair with Alec Baldwin in my head, and I appreciate Steve Martin's writing in The New Yorker. All week, I have been anticipating their witty hijinks and ironically barbed responses. All I am getting, however is some tele prompter reading. It is disappointing.

Things I am LOVING about the Oscars so far:

1. When Robert Downey, Jr. referred to writers as "sickly little mole people", they cut to Jennifer Lopez covering her hand with her mouth, but Oh, Jennifer, we know you totally think that.
2. Sarah Jessica Parker cracking gum in the audience
3. Clip of Alec Baldwin in 1986. He was just so pretty. How was he that pretty?

Also, I can never watch the acceptance speeches as they make me embarrassed. It is really nice having DVR, so that I can fast forward through the acceptance speeches.

Anyway, so we were up early and out to church, and back home again for Ivan's nap. I pulled myself together and headed off to swim. I was really looking forward to swim today, as, in my old age, I find that swim pretty much makes a run like yesterday's 20 miler go away. Now today we did not actually get in a lot of yardage, or I should say meterage, but it was a hard workout, and I was both starving and worn out when I got home. Workout as follows:

• 100 warm up
• 6 x 50 (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) breathing pattern
• 6 x 50 (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) breathing pattern
• 6 x 150 where we had to swim without touching the wall when we flip turned
• 6 x 100 with alternating lead swimmers

The breathing pattern stuff was not hard, but trying to turn and and pick up enough momentum to swim back down the lanes without kicking off the wall was grueling. We have done a few workouts like these before, and I go home just dragging.

Also, I had an unchecked hunger issue. I put down half a bag of Baked Lays and half a Cadbury egg, before I even knew what I was doing or what those things tasted like. I try to savor one Cadbury egg per year and ate my half so fast tonight, that I ACTUALLY got a piece of tin foil stuck in my teeth. Pathetic.

I also had some spaghetti and three seriously gross frozen blintzes that my husband had inexplicably purchased at the grocery. They were the worst kind of bland and took all the joy out of eating them, though this did not stop me from eating them. I wish I had just gone to Yogurt World, but that isn't saying much, I ALWAYS WISH HAD GONE TO YOGURT WORLD.