Not this kind of swim…

This kind of swim.

Yesterday, I asked Henry if he wanted to go swimming.  This is how the conversation went:

Me: “Henry, do you want to go to the pool and swim like a fishy in the water?”

Henry: “No, dolphin in ocean.”

Me: “Oh, okay. Do you want to go to the pool and go swimming like a dolphin in the ocean?”

Henry: “No, like a fishy!”

Me: “Like a fishy?”

Henry: “Swimmin’ like DOLPHIN!”

Me: “A dolphin? Are you sure?”

Henry: “SWIMMIN’ LIKE FISHY WAHHHHHHHHHH!” {Tone: Get it right, momma!!!}

So we agreed to swim like both a dolphin AND a fishy, but first, he had to go to childcare so I could run.  Hello, Half Marathon in like two weeks.  Yikes.

I have so much PRIDE when I wear my Half Ironman shirt.  By far the most bad-ass shirt I will ever own.  You know, reflecting back on that race, I am SO GLAD that I did it.  Training was so challenging (way harder than the race, I thought!), but it’s so wonderful to have that accomplishment under my belt.  Even if I never do a 70.3 again, I will always be so happy with that race performance.  Good memories.

Here’s my track workout:

Here are more track workouts.

Here’s how far I got with my “plank to failure” attempt, which is basically do a plank until your abs collapse.  Think my body is accustomed to one minute planks?!

Afterwards, as promised, Henry and I swam like dolphins and fishys.   Henry took swimming lessons from the time he was 6 months to 13 months (or so? Can’t remember), but we stopped going in favor of a music class.  However, he seems to have retained all his swim knowledge and still really likes the pool.  I kept whispering in his ear, “You’re going to grow up to do triathlons with mommy, right?!”  Haha.

By the time we left, it was dark out.  But still warm – we had a 75 degree day yesterday!  I can hardly believe it snowed 10 inches last week.  Weather in the South is nutty.

A little salad and couch action to end the day…

Holy yum.  Sunflower seeds + arugula is my current obsession.

Thought of the Day

Amen to that!