Tuesday: Track Workout, Yoga, Gilad,and the Dastardly Pink Eye

This morning, I was actually up before my alarm went off. I just popped out of bed like it was something that I wanted to do. I microwaved some oatmeal, and started the coffee and had a really nice drive to the track. Today's workout felt very manageable, and super-Tracy really kept me on pace. Workout as follows:

• Mile Warm-up
• 200 race pace/ 200 jog
• 200 race pace/ 200 jog
• 3 sets of (800 at race pace/ 200 jog/ 200 fast pace/ 800 jog)
• Mile cool down

I think I enjoyed today's workout because I was rested, it was slightly cooler, and I loved that 800 jog.

I worked today and then came home to an uber healthy lunch of salmon and spinach, before putting Ivan down for the longest nap of his sleeping career. He slept for 3.5 hours, AND during this time, I, Betsy Sloan, wasted time on the internet, did yoga, Gilad, laundry, cleaning, all the ironing in the house for which I would like some sort of prize, and I sat outside and read for 15 minutes. It was heavenly and I would like to have a private talk with young Sloan where I convince him to take a 3.5 hour nap every day. Surely, when he understands my point of view, he will sleep for longer periods of time.

Anyway, when Ivan woke up, I was forced to admit to myself that Ivan's eye was dangerously pink, and he was flushed. We dashed off for a 4:00 PM appointment at the Dr.'s office, and we waited until 5:00 to see the doctor. I mean is this Europe? For the love of Mike, there is no reason for that type of waiting. Ivan was a jewel however, and by the time we left at 5:30 PM it was confirmed that Ivan did indeed have the dreaded and wildly contagious Pink Eye.

At 5:30 PM, Ivan is usually eating dinner, so he was hungry and I was hungry. I stopped at Sonic and got Ivan a grilled cheese and fries, which he ate. I myself meant to have a healthy dinner of pistachio chicken and asparagus and brussell sprouts, but what really happened is that I finished Ivan's dinner and then went to Yogurt World. It's just what I do. Better luck to my eating habits tomorrow.

Can't go to swim tomorrow, because I can't truck my Pink Eye child to the gym nursery. I am going to night swim, but I might run early.

Off to needlepoint!!!!