Friday: Me Swim, Ivan Swim and Chick-Fil-A

So Ivan and I were relatively punctual to swim today, by which I mean 10 minutes late. Workout as follows:

• 200 warmup
• 400 kick
• 800 pull
• 4 x 100 swim
• 200 pull
• 200 swim
• 200 kick warm down

Now, I am leaving something out, but I of course forgot to photograph the workout. It was a great swim. Long course on Fridays, so good long strokes and not so much flip turning.

Now in terrifying news, the water in Knoxville where I will be swimming the Rev 3 triathalon is currently 61 degrees. Now, though one of my life goals is to swim Alcatraz, I am deeply afeared of cold water. I do not like it even a bit, though I find it does cause me to swim faster. Anyway, here is what I have found: a gym in Franklin called Prairie Life has already opened their outdoor pool, and it is 61 degrees. For $10, I can go there and immerse myself and my wetsuit in their frigid outdoor pool and swim a bit. This fills me with dread, but I will do it, in an effort to improve my craft. I am a giver.

After swim, Ivan and I headed out for Chick-Fil-A to meet Katelen for lunch. Now, as per usual trying to eat lunch with Ivan is like trying to comfortably eat lunch with a ticking time bomb (time of explosion unknown) strapped into a highchair beside you. Ivan went off multiple times even with all my precautions of choosing an venue with a slide and indoor play yard (germ pit). Both chicken nuggets and french fries were available. All these precautions and myself stuck with eating food that is not completely palatable. As healthy as you can get maybe, but undeniably fast food. All this and Ivan had multiple squealing fits, two trips to the bathroom for consequences and two times where he ran away from me.

If I had had my druthers today, I would have had sushi. I would have eaten it slowly in the restaurant with chopsticks while Ivan sat both silently and appreciatively watching me eat, while he ate California rolls. This, I fear, is years and years away, though I think of it with longing anticipation.

Following our roaring good time at Chick-Fil-A we headed home for naps, before heading out for Ivan to practice his swim skills. He was lit today, running willy nilly across the slick concrete. Hurling himself into the pool, refusing to float and grabbing me with his king fu grip. There were scuba divers practicing at the pool today and Ivan was so fascinated when they started jumping in with all their gear. After restraining him many times from throwing himself in on top of them, I was able to tackle him into his clothes and muscle him to the car, while futilely counting to three and threatening consequences.

I didn't even work today and it was one of the longest days I've had.

Watching Inglorious Basterds. It's not moving as fast as I thought.

Pic of Ivan ringing the doorbell.