It's been a relaxing long weekend so far. DH had to stay home beside his pager, in anticipation of calls from work, so we had friends over, watched lousy movies, and my ears are ringing from listening to DH drumming all weekend. We did manage to sneak away for lunch at IHOP today...yummy stuffed french toast combo!
Swimming's going very well. So well, that I am afraid I may be overdoing it. I have a problem...I never know when to stop!
Monday: 500 yards
Tuesday: 1000 yards
Wednesday: 1600 yards
Saturday: 1800 yards
Sunday: 1900 yards
Thanks to this intensive pool time, my skinny arms are becoming toned and my skin and hair perpetually reek of chlorine.
The monotony of doing laps has become a sort of meditation. I stare at the blue floor of the pool or the white ceiling as I crawl forward, refining the breathing technique, counting the number of strokes, watching other swimmers under water (sounds creepy, but it is very effective...it's how I improved my swimming. I have a way of doing this unobtrusively, so please don't feel horrifed - I don't gape!)
My foot has stopped hurting completely, so I will attempt a run tomorrow. But I like the idea of alternating running with swimming, so I might just do that. Faced with minor injuries a few times in the past year that have taken me away from running, I've developed a philosophical attitude about it. I enjoy running and it's made me a stronger and more balanced person, and charged me with a boatload of physical energy. But I am not too keen on participating in races right now (of course, that could change tomorrow!), my country does not rely on me to break any world records in running, and life has a lot to offer besides running, so I will happily throw that energy into any activity within the realm of possibility that exhausts me and leaves me feeling fulfilled....swimming, hiking, biking, or anything else.
What's better than cold banana milkshake with a squirt of chocolate syrup, after 76 laps in the pool? Though it took a lot of hinting, some badgering and finally outright nagging, DH stepped up to the plate and came up with this ambrosia, which I am sipping as I type.