Saturday and Sunday: Run and Swim

So, yesterday, I was up at 5:45 AM to hit the park and run.  It was a great day, but I forgot my Garmin, which always makes me feel like I am just tooling around.  We ran a three mile golf course warm-up run, before meeting back and running a 7 mile "Westside" run, which means that we run past the Westside Athletic Club before running into the park and finishing.  It ended up being about 10 or 11 miles.  It was a great run; not too hard and I enjoyed it the whole way.

Though my run was great, I was coming off a weird night's sleep.  While I did get into bed at 9:30, I was wide away at 2:00 AM.  After tossing and turning, I picked up a book and read alertly until 4:00 AM, when I put down the book and resumed sleeping until my alarm went off at 5:45 AM.  It was a bummer as I am a determined getter of 8 hours a night.  About an hour after my run, I was a zombie.  My thoughts were all jumbly, I took a porciline tea-cup into the shower, and got shower water in my coffee and did not even care.  Then, I collapsed on the couch and performed some seriously poor parenting.  I mostly interacted with Sloan IV from the couch, shouting directive and encouragements while he ran about.

When Young Sloan went down for his nap, I took all the phones off the hook, put in my swim earplugs which are pretty hysterical because they stick out of my ears with a distinctly Frankenstein look.  I also shut my bedroom door and put on my peeper sleeper.  At 2:00 PM, I emerged a new person, which is lucky because the rest of my afternoon demanded it.

After my nap, Sloan III, Sloan IV, and myself hit My Gym for a three year old friend's birthday party.  I have maybe never seen Sloan IV have a better time.  My Gym is a huge room of bouncy things, balancing bars, ball tubs, and every other amazing thing.  For an hour and a half, it was pretty much mayhem, zip lines and massive trampoline catastrophes that Sloan the Younger thoroughly enjoyed.  There was enough cake for the parents, and I have to say that that really meets my criteria for a successful children's bash.

After my gym, we had dinner at the Local Taco, a place I could eat every night, and then we headed home.  At home, I was overtaken my debilitating tiredness and 8:30 PM found both myself and Young Sloan crashed out in my bed.  The party seems to have been too much for the both of us.  Also, for the past two years, I have made the mistake of trying to keep Young Sloan up a little later the night of day light savings time.  I always do this in hopes that he will sleep a little later in the morning, and we will have an easy transition.  This has now mercilessly backfired for two years in row, and I am sure that  have not yet learned my lesson.  Young Sloan stayed up too late and was up at an hour so early that I felt as is my heart was broken.  He was then grumpy until he went down for a nap, and I told myself to remember this for next year, though I doubt that I will.

So, the next big thing was swim and our workout was as follows:

• 400 warmup
• 5 x 100 @ 2:00
• 1 x 50
• 1 x 100
• 1 x 150
• 1 x 200
• 400 pull
• 1 x 50
• 1 x 100
• 1 x 150
• 1 x 200
• 400 pull

Absolutely famished after swim.  This whole hunger business is wearing me out.

Watching Micmacs by the director of Amelie.