Monday and Tuesday: Swim, Speed Sessions and Yoga

So it is Tuesday, and I neglected to blog yesterday.  This is because I arrived home at 9:30 PM, and by the time I finished my evening vanity routine, it was so too late to blog. It seems that if everything is not blogged at 8ish, there is no blogging happening.  My evening routine goes: dinner, young Sloan to bed, blog, vanity routine, in bed with my book.  The excitement at Sloan Manor knows no bounds.

Anyway, I wish I had gotten to blog last night, because it was really a rather exciting day.  I had a pretty great swim, Sloan the Younger and I hit a bakery where we chose his birthday cake for his Sunday afternoon party.  There was a slight misfortune when I turned my head to interact with cake artiste, and Ivan began scaling the pastry case.  I would not really have expected anything different.

In the evening, I headed over to meet my running group for a small party before heading over to see the Hood to Coast documentary at the Belcourt Theatre.  I have run Hood to Coast twice, and it is a really cool experience.  The documentary followed four teams on their journey, and it was just a really enjoyable film. Even if you don't run, you would love it.  It was emotional, hilarious, and really thorough and well-made.  At points, I felt a bit frustrated with the way the filmmakers really pushed the emotion with one particular team, but overall, it was GREAT!!  Put it on your Netflix cue.

This morning, I hit Speed Sessions which were a JOKE for me.  I will never plug in my Garmin to even find out how fast and far I ran during our  30 minute time trial.  The best I can really say about today is that I ran 5.5 miles before 7AM.  I did become quite bored and I wished very much that I had bought my head phones and listened to a book or some such as I plodded about the track AS IF THROUGH MUD.   I was just ridiculously slow.

I would like to say that it does not bother me that I am having a time of slowness, but it does.  When the cute girls in their short shorts and compression socks were speeding around the track, I kind of wanted to yell that I was having a slow time and would be rejoining them at some point.  "Do not forget about me short shorts and compression socks", but you know they really were not speeding around the track wondering what had happened to the sad girl in her sad Boston Marathon long sleeved tee.  They were speeding away, and I, Betsy Sloan, was plodding as if through mud.

Actually, someone did ask me if I was feeling all right, and it was like a knife through my heart.

In other news, today was Sloan the Younger's third birthday, and we got a new big boy hair cut.  We had fun times with cakes and presents and the blowing out of candles.  I am posting pics!!