Normally, on Wednesday morning, I head out to swim, but the parent of one of my husband's high school friends passed away and my husband thought, FOR SURE, that his pink eye had come back. So last night, it was determined that I would represent the Sloan family at the funeral, as going to a funeral and spreading the viral pink eye to a grieving population seems doubly inappropriate.
So this morning, I laid out the funeral uniform (double strand gray pearls, single strand white pearls, stud earrings, my grandmother's brooch, staid black pumps and a black crepe dress) which I wear to all funerals. ALL!! I had just gotten out of the shower and had hot rollers in my hair.
(We do not have to talk about it right now, but one day, you must gather round and listen as I wax poetic about my love for hot rollers; how many sets I have; how I have special travel sets and sets for rolling at home; how my favorite set stopped getting hot last year and they don't make them anymore, and it was like a death to me; how sometimes, I put a hot roller in Ivan's hair when I am getting us ready to make the front of his hair curl)
Anyway, I was completely be-hot rollered and my husband popped his head into the bathroom and said that he didn't think he had pink eye after all and was heading in to the funeral. So after a few nasty words, and the insinuation from me that maybe this could have been settled before hot rollers were involved and I HAD COMPLETELY MISSED SWIM, my husband went to the funeral and Ivan and I stayed at home and played in the yard.
While Ivan napped, I got in a Pure Barre session, which just felt killer today, and then Ivan and I headed in for a great afternoon at my friend Jamie's house, where Ivan swam and treaded water and was loathe to leave. At home Elliott and I traded Ivan like a baton, and I headed into swim. Workout as follows:
- 200 warmup
- 3 x 200 (kick/kick/drill)
- 10 x 150 on a three minute interval
- 900 pull
It was a hard workout. I have gotten used to going to morning swim, and it took some real doing to psyched to go. Glad I went!!
Watching a documentary about the health problems of Henry VIII.
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