Saturday: Run, Swim, Gilad, Yoga and Residual Sickness

So this morning, I just did not have it together to meet up with my running group.  The bulk of the group was meeting somewhere different, and I had not been paying a lot of attention to their plan, I had been wrapped up in the great sickness yesterday, and by the time I had dinner I just sort of threw in the towel.  Dinner, by the way, was frozen yogurt from Sweet CeCe's.  Also, a night of sickness is dicey in terms of sleep.  Sometimes, a sick two year old is awake all night, and getting up to run on a lousy night's sleep only to come home from a run on a lousy night's sleep to take care of a sick two year old seemed a pretty miserable day to bring down on myself.

Our night, however, went VERY SMOOTHLY.  I was in bed early, I slept many lovely hours, and when I woke, I laid in bed with my book (Fall of Giants) and read two chapter before Sloan the Younger even stirred.  I unzipped him from his crib tent, and he climbed out all on his own.  Though I suffer a bit of the guilt on a lazy morning, it is sure nice to hang at home, drink coffee, make oatmeal, chatter away on the phone, give myself a facial and attend to my unmanageable eyebrows.

While someone was napping, I was able to get in a Gilad workout and a yoga session, before settling in the watch Zombieland with some needlepoint.  I do not know what it is or why, but give me a good romantic comedy with zombies and I AM IN HEAVEN.  I can watch Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland at any old time.  Also, Zombieland has Bill Murray. BILL MURRAY.

When Sloan III arrived home from his bike ride, I was able to head to the gym and get in the very same workout that I got in yesterday evening: quick three miles on the treadmill, followed by a mile swim.
It was pretty great, and because I am rather rude, I always lock myself in the family bathroom when I swim by myself.  That way I can take a fabulous shower without having to listen to little girls screaming around in the public locker room.  It's pretty rude, but it is what I do.

Also, today and last night, I swam at the Franklin rec center, which is a totally different place than the Indoor Swim Complex on Concord road.  At the Indoor Swim Complex, I am usually swimming with people in competition suits, goggles and swim caps, and most people have swim toys (paddles, buoys and fins).  At the Franklin rec center, it is often a bunch of kids splashing about for a birthday party and a couple of septagenarians backstroking without goggles.  Not that there is anything wrong with this; their are plenty of uses for pools of water.  Also, the Franklin pool is ever so dim and murky, so it feels a little like a swimming pool horror movie.  BUT, on the plus side:  FAMILY BATHROOM!!

Finally, in most interesting news, Boston has dropped their qualifying times by 5 minutes per age group  This means that I made the cutoff by two minutes as opposed to 7 minutes.  This is not that big of a deal to me, but it is particularly cruel to men whose times were already pretty hard to hit.  I am safe, however!!!