Sunday/Monday: Swim, Swim and Gilad

So last night, I had too much fun to blog.  My day kicked off at the Nashville zoo where we saw the baby meer cats, turtle fornication, and every other zoo thing that you can imagine.  At home, there was much cooking and taking of food before I headed out to swim at breakneck speed as is my habit.

At Sunday tri-swim, we are still doing a lot of out of the pool stuff and so our yardage was somewhat less.  There was a good bit of butterfly kicking and mid-pool starts.  I was worn out when we finished, but the main event was yet to come!!

Last night, I got together with friends to watch the last installment of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest.  Lisbeth Salander had all sorts of surliness lined up to help along her crime fighting friends.  The movie would have been impossible to follow without having read the books, but it was a great watch.  Such fun!!

This morning, Young Sloan and I were up earlier than usual, and he was unusually accommodating about leaving the house and we made it to swim on time.  I was standing on the pool deck at 8:30AM, and I was swimming by a little before 8:40.

It is of little surprise to me that I got in 3800 meters before I climbed out of the pool.  It was actually a pretty hard workout and some of the intervals were intense an I had to adjust them for me.  Workout as follows:

• 600 warmup swim
• 6 x 50 drill swim
• 8 x 25 fast
• 3 x 50 descend @ :55
• 4 x 100 @ 1:40
• 3 x 50 @ :55
• 4 x 200 @ 3:30
• 6 x 75 (odd back/ even free)
• 6 x 50 kick
• 500 pull

From the pool, we headed out to the park for the first pretty day of what will one day soon be spring.  The park was a barrage of smug mommies.  Everyone was criticizing the snacks that the other mothers had brought for their children.  The mothers of some children thought that the mothers of other children should not allow their children to climb so high on the jungle gym.  Some mothers thought that if your child bumped into their child it was an accident, and some mothers thought that if your child had bumped into their child, it was SURELY on purpose and with a heart full of mendacity.  Some mothers allowed much screaming and other mothers insisted on quiet voices.  

Young Sloan climbed the highest jungle gym and actually assaulted someone in the sandbox with a stick.  It was unfortunate, but we had stern talks and sad sad consequences and our day was none the dimmer for it.  Once home, Sloan the Younger was zipped into his bed where he refused to nap and therefore committed all of us to a long night of irritability.  

Speed sessions start tomorrow!!