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The Good Life

Yesterday I got up at 3:45 AM after switching back and forth between kids' beds to "CUDDLE WITH ME NOW!" and I didn't even get to hit the pool. Sure, I got 3 hours of work done before the rest of the world woke up (which is good because I have the kids all day on Mondays), but I was TIRED by 3PM.

This morning when I awoke at 5:15 AM after sleeping all night in my own bed I felt as though I had been luxuriating in slumber at some type of spa resort. What the hell kind of life am I living, I ask you?!

*warm up with some number of 200's free with 50's back (I was late)

*3 x 200's free
*3 x 150's free
*3 x 100's free
on all, rest for 10 sec before final 50 on 1st, 5 sec on 2nd, no rest on 3rd

*2 x 200's free
*2 x 150's free
*2 x 100's free
on all, swim straight through. on first effort of each distance final 50 is done as 12.5 yards fly, 12.5 yards kick up and back. on second effort, all free.

*5 x 50's
first length free, second length done in following order: kick, breast, back, fly, free
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Emmit said…
That's exactly the question I was asking my wife at 3 this morning after a week of colds and hourly wake-up calls from the son through the nights. She was also concerned about doing the work for her second job at 4 am. We're hoping to lay the law about bed times tonight. So possibly it's a parents-with-small-kids-living-in-one-of-the-most-competitve-areas-in-the-world kind of life. I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one with similar experiences and somehow now the 5:45 swim practice doesn't seem like an ungodly hour--it seems kind of reasonable.
October 9, 2007 at 12:56 PM
Emmit said…
I think "ambitious" is a better term than "competitive"...we live in one of the most ambitious areas in the world.
October 9, 2007 at 1:11 PM
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