Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Tuesday: Speed Session and Yoga


So this morning when my alarm went off, I was filled with dread. Our track workout this morning was pretty long and intense, and there was no part of me that was excited about it. In fact, I lay in bed for a while debating about getting up. It took me back to an epiphany that I had one Saturday morning when I was running, and I saw a man saunter out of his house in his bathrobe carrying a cup of coffee to get the paper: Some people just get up on Saturday morning. They just get up and sit around, and they don't feel guilty about it, and it is not a sin.
Anyway, after I drug myself from the bed I got ready and in true Betsy Sloan fashion, found that my Garmin 310 xt watch had not been on the charger all night, so it was dead. Then, of course, I could not locate my other stopwatch, which means that I roamed around the house in the dark noisily rummaging through drawers and desktops until I located my stopwatch. This in turn made me late to the speed session that I was filled with dread about attending. This meant that I only got in one warm-up lap before the workout.

Workout as follows:
  • 400 meter warm-up lap
  • 6 x 1 mile repeats at 6:54 (I ended up being fast on these and did all the intervals at around 6:47)
  • mile cooldown
So today's workout was long, which put me at home a bit late, but I managed to get to Bible study on time. At home, my early morning hardcore workout overwhelmed me, and I took a nap after I put Ivan down for his nap. There is nothing like a nap to make you feel rejuvenated.
In the evening, I got in a some dinner and, shame to tell you, I finished off Ivan's dragon birthday cake. It was crazy delicious and the icing stained my arm green, where I scratched with icing fingers. Clearly, the icing is made with butter, sugar, and green sharpies, and Dr. Perricone would cry himself to sleep if he knew what I had ingested, but I just can't apologize for it. Also, I realize that I sound straight up Deliverance Appalachian eating birthday cake with my fingers and scratching my arm, but I lose my manners around birthday cake. It was green dragon birthday cake!!!!!!

1 comment:

Jill Ann said...

You are hilarious today!!! Green scratchies and Deliverance eating..ha ha ha. My fav is not letting Ivan to another party until he's 37. Oh, you may need to revisit that because, trust me, the 11 to 15 years are the WORST. EVER. Just give the child away. Or, hey, maybe offer him up to your sister until he's 37. Now, there is an idea!!

Have a wonderful Easter weekend!!!