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If you didn't watch the NCAA men's basketball final last night, you missed the equivalent of a riveting movie. Best basketball game I've ever seen, I think. Buzzer shot, one point game, all that. Tonight, don't miss Stanford women playing in the final!

In other news, Easter was Sunday. Surprise. Here's a picture of my little bunnies. Cute, ain't they? I didn't get squat from the big Easter Bunny and I'm not pleased.

*warmup: 200 free, 50 kick, 2x100's free, 50 kick, 4x50's free, 50 kick

*4 x 100's free done as: 75 moderate, break for 5 sec then 25 sprint; 50 moderate, break for 5 sec then 50 sprint, and so on until last one is all fast
Repeat 2x then do 100 easy

*4 x 100's fast broken at the 50

*50's sprints going as low as you can go on interval. Start at 60sec, down to 30 sec, then start over

Comments

Ummm When did ben turn into a little boy and not a baby ?? He grew up since the last picture you posted.. tear tear xoxo
AM! said…
i did miss the game, but wish I had seen it.

love this pic;-)

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