Wednesday: Swim and Gilad

Today was honestly Russian Novel cold.  I don't know if you have ever read Anna Karenina or War and Peace or Crime and Punishment or Doctor Zhivago.  Just reading about the cold and the ice and the wearing of the furs might send you into full on hypothermia as you read away in your climate controlled environment.  The drifts of snow and the fires inside the carriages just chill you to the bone.  I left for swim today with Sloan the Younger dressed in our finest modern day Siberian attire:  everything that The North Face, Lululemon and Ugg had to offer.  There was so much fleece and down involved today.  I felt that I could hear the theme music from Dr Zhivago in the background as we trudged out to the car with Young Sloan crying cold tears of anger and misery while the wind whistled through overcast skies.

Once inside the gym, I never warmed up.  I swam for 2500 yards and every time I paused at the end of an interval I began to shiver. I never warmed up in the shower and my extreme goose bumps made for an ineffective shaving experience.  Though I have no memory of the swim workout, it does not seem important today.  What does seem important is that I was never warm. We managed to slog back out to the car after swim and at home, in an unsurprising turn of events, there was no napping.  How I long for the arrival of the sweet sweet crib tent.  

In the afternoon, I got in a Gilad workout and understood sadly that my Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest viewing party was cancelled.  It was snowing hardcore like Little House on The Prairie and there was no chance of going anywhere.   Young Sloan and I stared out the windows bleakly all afternoon.  We are all too tired and cold of the snow to bother anymore.