Well, no pics yet of my celebratory "ride..."as I forgot Matt wouldn't be home until late last night. So, if I did it, there would be no pics. And then you probably wouldn't believe me. So it's coming!
We're on for June 2nd! This will also be a "Farewell Curly Su" tour since she is heading east...location and time to follow! Just a happy hour--so we will have no excuses for missing our long workouts the next day! ha ha
Okay, I have a confession to make. I missed my swim today. I haven't missed a swim since January when I got pneumonia, but I still feel rotten about it. I know that I'm human, and it's going to happen, but it still doesn't make it an easier pill to swallow.
I couldn't sleep again last night. This seems to happen the nights before I swim, which, are also the nights I have to get up the earliest. Ugh. This has been something I've dealt with the greater part of my life. I remember stressing out in middle school and high school, my brain reeling through all the things I had to do the next day, and not being able to sleep...my Mom trying to calm me down. I just am kind of "Go, Go, GO" all the time. I'll be very glad when school is over so I don't depend upon the Y pool's lap swim hours and can have more time to train.
So as it approached midnight, I thought to myself, This is ridiculous. You've been fighting a cold all week and are just starting to get better. If you have 5 hours of sleep 2 nights in a row you're only going to get worse.
Hmmmm....what to do.
Your swimming is fine. You feel very confident in the water as is. One missed workout will be OK. It's not like you're missing a bike workout, where you need all the help you can get.
But I still feel like a slacker for turning that alarm forward an hour and a half....
STOP IT! This is stupid.
Yes. You're right. It IS stupid.
And that was that. So today will be an hour or so of yoga and core work, and then watching Game Six (GO CAVS), and life will go on.
My mom thinks this picture is so funny...see, apparantly, I would play and play and play all day with toys and never stopped moving. She said even when I was first born, I was the baby in the nursury who's arms were in constant motion--even when asleep! I never stopped moving. Other parents would laugh and point at that one kid who was moving in their sleep! They were probably glad I wasn't their kid. :)
So in this picture, I was playing with my toys so much that I literally collapsed, toys in hand, and zonked out. I "played 'til I dropped," so to speak.
Funny--not much has changed, I guess!