Friday: Back in the Saddle

So today, I loafed into swim and swam about 2000 yards. It took me 4:00 minutes to swim 200 meters. For the love, I am so slow and I have a half-ironman in two weeks. I am completely ridiculous. Anyway, workout as follows:

• 100 warmup
• 12 x 50 swim/ drill
• 4 x 50 (1/2 fast-25 slow-1/2 fast)
• 4 x 200 swim
• 2 x 150 pull

I felt good swimming and I felt it was great for my body, but I was undeniably slow. I am clearly still recovering, and I MUST tell myself that the REV 3 is going to be a fun Mother's Day treat and not a major competitive event. This is OK. It is not a sin or a crime or even anything that disparages my character.

After swim, I picked up Ivan in the gym nursery, where he apparently had been throwing things for the entire two hours and had actually spit on the floor when he was reprimanded. I was informed that he was "very strong willed".

After swim in a daring move that bordered on the foolish, I took Ivan to lunch with me and a group of friends. He was actually pretty well-behaved under the circumstances. My most brilliant move was to let Ivan have his bottle when we were seated at our restaurant table. He was so thrilled to see his bottle, that he held his bottle in one hand and patted me lovingly with his other hand. I have rarely seen him so contented as when he was handed a bottle under ordinary circumstances. Normally we reserve it for comfort in situations of massive physical injury or an afternoon when there has been no nap and the witching hour has begun.

We then hit the Godiva shop to reward ourselves for a lunch well done. Now, because I am dumb with a capital D, I did not notice that Ivan was eye level with the self-serve bins of chocolates. SO, as I was choosing my own poison, Ivan was stuffing his mouth with chocolates from the the self-served bins. He managed to get through $3 worth of chocolates. Impressive right? There was chocolate drool running out of his mouth, and it was a chocolate disaster reminscent of my post-Valentines chocolate disaster when Ivan ate all my half-price Valentine's candy making me so mad that I was forced to shake my fist and number myself amongst the worlds' most oppressed citizens.

At home, Ivan had a nap and a swim and our sitter arrived in time for us to head out to the world's greatest dinner party with my husband's grandmother. 93 and more amazing than you and I will ever be!!!

Pic is me in front of Paul Revere's statue on the Freedom Trail in Boston.