Thursday: Run, Bike, Yoga, Ivan's First Haircut and and Ill-Advised Dinner

So today was a really pleasant low key workout day, but a stressful day otherwise. Is that possible? This morning, I overslept, because daylight savings time is RUINING my life. Then, at 9:30 AM, my friend Melissa came over to run run walk three-ish miles. It was loads of fun, and I have decided to put the full court press on her to join me every Thursday. We talked about all sorts of things and got back to the house just in time to get Ivan to his haircut appointment.

Today was Ivan's first haircut, and it went over like a lead balloon. There was much crying, kicking, begging for "peepops", and behaving as if we were going to cut fingers instead of hairs. Why is it so stressful? Why is it such big deal? We finally sat Ivan in my lap with a lollipop and managed to get some of his hair cut into just about the cutest bowl cut I have ever seen on a child if I do say so myself.

Back at home, I put Ivan down for a nap and hopped on my bike for an Active Recovery ride. Active Recovery is a part of healing up after a hard workout. According to Richard Baker, this encourages recovery and reduces muscle lactate faster than just plain old do-nothing rest. Pretty exciting to hop on the bike today and ride outside. Because I did not leave our enclosed neighborhood, I listened to Pride and Prejudice while I rode, and it was so great. Mr. Bingley just asked for Jane's hand in marriage, and I can't stop listening. What will I do when it ends? What else will be as good? Anything? Nothing?

Back at home, Ivan was up and we got dressed and the three of us went in to have dinner with my husband's grandmother. She is always a treat, and Ivan looked totally adorable in knee socks and a short suit, but he was a pill with a capital P. He kicked, he threw a handful of sugar at me. It is still in my hair. He chewed up a huge mouthful of melba toast only to regurgitate it onto the table. I was forced to drag him from the table in my pencil skirt and knee boots to dole out "consequences" in the bathroom. When we visited my grandmother-in-law's apartment, my heart palpitated at the un-child-proofed-ness of it all. It was one of the greater stresses I have ever endured. As usual, I plan to leave Ivan at home next time. He always needs to be left at home.

A little yoga at home and I am hitting the pool tomorrow morning!!!