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"Are you bored yet?"


I've been done with work for about three days and I've already heard this at least thirty times. I get it: people think I'll be bored because I've been running so fast for so long with work. But it tickles me every time I hear it anyway. Bored? I've got a schedule, people. I'm leaping over new hurdles, like getting through the hundreds of books on my reading list, and trying to write more myself. I'm trying out new things. I haven't cleaned or organized my house since having children ten years ago. I have no idea what it's like to meet a friend for coffee in the middle of the morning. I could, if I wanted to, actually think about buying my first piece of furniture or learning to cook something more exciting than spaghetti and meatballs. I don't want to, but still, I could and probably will (I did buy some new sheets yesterday and tonight I'm going to whip up chicken chow mein for my first time). And there is never enough time for all the working out I'd like to do. Yoga, bootcamps, running, swimming. And napping. I could take a year-long nap and not be recovered from the past ten years. Oh, and p.s. the kids aren't in school but an hour past lunch. It's not like we stay at home moms (wheeeeeeeeeeeee! I just included myself in that category!) have ALL that much time to ourselves you know. After school there is karate, soccer, piano, baseball, and homework. And the cooking thing. I'm exhausted already.

*warmup: 250 free, 4 x 75's stroke, kick, stroke, 250 free

add fins for:

*500, 400, 300, 200 (broken in 4 equal parts with underwater recovery, high elbow, soft touch, then regular)
*250, 225, 200, 175, 150 done as fast free then 75 drill, 50 kick

remove fins for:

*100 sprint
*100 warm down

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