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Here's where I'm swimming


I'm enjoying a weekend at a sweet hotel/fitness spa by myself in Walnut Creek. Why in Walnut Creek? Because my mom and step-dad live here and they can watch my kids. Why alone? Because my hubby is in Vegas launching his company. Is it bliss to be sleeping in, swimming, eating sushi and shopping by myself? Yes.

My kids will arrive in an hour or so to enjoy the hotel/fitness area with me for a night. They looooooove hotels so this is exciting. The pool area has two kids pools in addition to a lap pool and hot tub, and there is also a childcare center which I'll utilize tomorrow morning while I grab a swim. I think I'll switch it up tomorrow. Here's what I swam today:

*500 free
*5 x 100 IM on the 1:45

*200 free
*4 x 50 back/free
*200 free
*4 x 50 back/free
*200 free

*400, 300, 200, 100 free

jumped in hot tub :)

Comments

Tom Anderson said…
I thought I entered this earlier.. I grew up in the east bay and still have family there. Is that a new hotel? I haven't heard of one like that.

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