Thursday: Yet Another Day Off

So, yesterday I assumed that giving myself one day to recover from a cold was plenty, I headed out to swim and swam hard actually. I used full on bribery for good behavior from young Sloan.  He was given one "pee-pop" (lollipop) for good behavior while getting into and riding in the car.  Then there was the offer of a happy meal from McDonald's if he walked into the gym and nursery while continuing his good behavior.  This went really well, and I was on time to swim.  It was fabulous, and I have clearly entered a vicious cycle of bribery that will not be extinguished until Sloan the Younger has graduated from college.

  Steven had written a great workout, and while it was not my fastest workout, I enjoyed it and was thrilled to get in so much yardage.  Workout as follows:

• 250 warm-up
• 400 kick
• 6 x 100 free @ 1:45
• 4 x 150 back/breast/free 20 seconds rest
• 6 x 75 fly/ back/ breast @ 1:40
• 4 x 200 pull @ 3:20
• 75 kick
• 25 fast kick
• 100 fly kick
• 50 fast kick
• 200 free
• 100 free

This was 3400 meters.  I had to fudge my breast and back strokes, because mine are so slow that I could not make the intervals unless I converted them to free-style when I started getting too far behind.  

Anyway, all went well, we picked up a happy meal and a Hot Fudge Sundae on the way home.  Every bite was eaten, and I was pretty thrilled to see some serious calories taken in.  It happens rarely, I am sorry that they were processed within an inch of their lives, but glad to see them eaten anyway.  

In the afternoon, the sickness of a hard core cold settled on me with a vengeance.  I sneezed all afternoon, felt feverish and kicked myself for getting in the pool when it was 22 degrees outside.  I still did Gilad, but with a sinking heart that I would be drinking myself into a Theraflu oblivion later in the evening.  

This indeed happened, and I have a fuzzy memory of crawling under my deliciously warm electric blanket at some unspecified time in the evening and reading an article in some publication about Larry David's ex-wife's new cookbook.  It seems like I did not finish the article, and I cannot, for the life of me, remember what publication.  Such is the nature of the bad cold.  

Anyway, I suffered through a terrible night of sleep and a groggy morning.  Nursery school went off without a hitch, and I plodded about the house until I took another nap.  Sad times.  Two days off in one week, it might be three.  I have to decide what is going to go down tomorrow.  Swim seems unwise under the circumstances.  Bleh.  A Week of Bleh.