Monday: Swim, Gilad, and New Year's Resolutions

So this morning, everyone overslept as our iphone alarms had some sort of New Year's glitch.  Even Ivan slept late. I had to make the coffee myself and for once in my entire life, I made a superb pot of coffee.  We made it to swim on time, but AS USUAL, I forgot that on the first gym day after New Year's everyone has to renew their emergency information in the nursery.  SO, I had to park myself in the nursery with a pen and paper and write down all possible phone numbers and contact persons, while my swim minutes ticked away.  However, all things considered, it seems best that the gym nursery have updated information so that I can ensure the safety of young Sloan, who has proved to be somewhat reckless with dare devil tendencies.  Accidents happen.

Anyway, I was on the pool deck, all systems go, at 8:50.  I got in and just swam the workout.  There were other swimmers, but I engaged in no chatting or whiling away valuable swim time.  In my hour and 10 minutes in the water, I got in 3300 meters, which was great under the circumstances.  I even did a bit of butterflying, and I kept my kicking to a minimum.  Workout as follows:

• 500 free
• 300 kick
• 300 swim
• 300 swim
• 300 pull
• 2 x 200 IM
• 300 pull
• 6 x 100 @ 1:45
• 300 pull

So, it was a lot of long yard sets, which helps when you are trying to get in yardage in a timely fashion.  

After swim, Young Sloan and I headed off to a fabric store to grab a couple of necessities. It all turned into a disaster of EPIC proportions when Ivan laid eyes on the button display and wrestled away from me to rip the top off a tube of pearl buttons which rolled ALL OVER THE FLOOR like a cartoon.  Everyone had to stand aside so that the slipping hazard could be cleaned and put back in the tube.  They were pale lime green pearl buttons, by the way.  Who would buy those??  Benny Hill for his crossdressing cardigan?? That is really all I can understand.  

Anyway, ugly buttons or no, it was a bad situation, because Ivan was like an overstimulated bull in a china shop.  He knocked over SEVERAL bolts of fabric, and at one point I had to sprint away from a conversation with a sales associate to retrieve him from the stockroom in the back.  It was a nightmare, Ivan and I both cried, consequences were delivered, and there was much screaming.  

At home, I felt it was a great relief to just sit on the couch and recover a modicum of my personal sanity and remind myself that I had, just two nights ago, worn a sequined mini-skirt.  Now, I am sitting here with a hole in my Uggs and a yet another deep gash in my self perception. To add insult to injury we were then forced to take a trip to Walmart, which was just so painful and crowded and full of hatefulness.  

Anyway, I did get a Gilad workout in, and I did make a really healthy dinner before parking myself back on the couch in my Uggs with a hole to think about my New Year's resolutions.  Last year, my New Year's Resolutions were pretty basic, get up earlier and read my one year Bible. I did a reasonable job of this.  I am not quite finished with my one year Bible, but I am very close and have read it all but for a two weekish span in the Old Testament somewhere.  I did get up a bit earlier for the most part, and was better about getting to swim on time overall.  

This year, I feel that my New Year's resolutions should be directed in the development of my character and culture, so that is where I am leaning.  I have not completely decided on my resolutions, but I am getting there.