Wednesday and Thursday: Swim, Gilad, Run and Pure Barre

So on Tuesday, I was engrossed in Christmas thank you notes and neglected to tell you that I tripped over a space heater at my house, and it was more than painful and it has felt like an ankle sprain ever since.  It is my fault that in this age of central heat and air, I have a love affair with a space heater.   With all the things that sit on my floor and make sounds and emit light that belong to my child, it goes without saying that I did not need anything else on the floor.  In a stroke of true wisdom, I thought that adding another thing on the floor that involved an extension cord so that I could clothesline myself is exactly what I needed.

I did indeed clothesline myself and then tripped into the space heater itself and while I did not sprain my ankle, I fell against the space heater with the full force of my ankle.  It has been bruisy and sad ever since.  Anyway, I will recover from this.

Now, my plan was to pour my heart out about my miserable ankle experience last night on my blog, BUT the blogspot was down and there was not telling you all about it.  In the absence of my blog, I watched My Boy Jack, a new Masterpiece Theatre film which was just the saddest and most frustrating thing of all time, while I needlepointed.  (Masterpiece Theatre has a GREAT schedule this year, by the way)

Now, swim was great on Wednesday. I got in about 3300 meters and it was yesterday, so I cannot really remember what all went on.  I did enjoy it though and Jaime and I had a great conversation about Jonathan Franzen.   At home I got in a Gilad workout.

So that was yesterday.  Also, I gimped around on my sad ankle, and it is only just now starting to feel better.

Now, today was a busy day full of excitement.  It was my mom's birthday, so I dropped Ivan off at nursery school and then headed off to run some errands before meeting my mom at the mall to eat at the Cheesecake factory.  I find the Cheesecake Factory to be the best and worst place ever.  They have a menu full of  terrible and wonderful things.  It is sort of like Graceland, and just remarkable in its excess. You can get an alfredo pasta with all sorts of scary things and you can get an ahi tuna salad, loaded with delicious greens and a starter of edamame. We seem to always eat there on birthdays, and I enjoy it very much.

At home, I got Ivan into the jog stroller for a run and then hustled in a Pure Barre workout before calling it a day.  Am wiped.