The Rejected Cow Costume |
This morning, I hurtled out of bed like an athlete with real discipline and huddled in front of the side door in my long-sleeved t-shirt and shuddered at the cold. It was 50-ish degrees this morning, and it took me a slowly sipped glass of chocolate milk to work up the courage to hop out the door WHILE WEARING GLOVES. GLOVES!!! It is amazing!!!
I had a great run and then Ivan and I got to swim on time for the second time this week. It was impressive. Workout as follows:
Final Choice!! |
- 100 warm up
- 8 x 50 kick drill
- 4 x 75
- 4 x 25
- 4 x 75
- 4 x 25
- 4 x 75
- 4 x 25
- 12 x 25 (IM order)
- 3 x 100 IM
- 4 x 200 @ 3:40
- 8 x 50 kick
So this was 3500 meters, and I had such a nice swim today that I think that the burnout is a non-issue. I will say that is is taking me some time to get used to the fact that is is quite cold outside as opposed to being sort of a relief from the heat to hit the water.
In other news, Halloween approacheth, and it is my favorite thing. I have approximately two more years to dress Ivan in ridiculous costumes before he can physically stop me from making him look like a plush toy. Today, as we were looking at costumes he momentarily insisted upon a preference for an astronaut costume, and I was shaking in my boots. It only took a bit of cajoling about the zoo and the furriness of the costume to cement my master plan of forcing him into a giraffe costume.
I was initially hoping for a cow costume, but it made him look like a ridiculous bubble that could be mistaken for a girl. The giraffe costume, however, is far superior to the cow and I am already fantasizing about places I will take Ivan looking cuter that any one child has a right to look. We will definitely trick-or-treat with my husband's grandmother, maybe go to "Boo at the Zoo", and maybe do the mall. Other than that, I am thinking that I might take out a billboard and send Halloween cards of Ivan at his all time cutest. I am trying to tamp down my Halloween spirits, but I am pretty into it!!
1 comment:
You forgot Andrew Jackson’s Big Block of Cheese with nary a macaroni in sight.
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