Missed the swim class last night—Matt was working late and I had to do kid pick-up from school. I have deeply-buried triathlon aspirations for my six-year-old, Adam, so I thought it would be good to take him to the pool to watch the coach demonstrate and my classmates swim. I think I hooked him—he wants to take swimming lessons, too. So psyched!
I am back at the gym this morning. No cycling or running for six weeks (five to go), but I am cleared to swim and walk. Yippie! Truly, I am not sure that level of activity will keep me from storing all those extra calories I've been taking in since I started making my own granola bars (chocolate-chocolate chip... yum!), much less keep me in shape. I'm feeling pretty groovy and have no pain—just light pressure. I wonder if I can cut that time off a bit and start again once I get to Florida mid-December. Sure would be a shame to waste all that good weather on sleeping in...
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