Mondays are Bad Luck

Day 24
Swimming
3 x 1600 at a 9:27/mile pace

We met this morning at the track at 9-freakin' hot:00. Again, the track was locked up. Seriously, what is the deal and who do I call to find out what the hours are?

So we had to run our mile intervals in the parking lot. Which totally sucked. To make matters worse, I hadn't charged my watch and so it died about half way through the first interval.

And then, to save $30, I let another UTI go over the weekend so I wouldn't have to go into InstaCare, but then I had a hard time not peeing and not wanting to go there again like the July 4th race, I had to keep stopping.

And it was hot.

And it was miserable.

And I was a wimp and only ran like a mile total out of the entire three mile run.

But I did have a fun time watching Hillary's kids beat each other up. And I especially liked Tessa saying Stupidhead Hunter over and over again. Ahh...it was good birth control. Kind of like last week when I drove Christina and all her kids to the pool. :) I think two's good for me.

So anyways, Christina and Hillary did great on their intervals, getting 8:31 on interval 2, and 8:15 on interval 3. I'm not sure where we were at interval one because my watch croaked, but I'm sure you guys were right around there.

At the pool, I was late getting there because of my doctor appointment. We upped our laps to 25 laps and Christina went first. Landon had to pee and I took him into the bathroom where he proceeded to pee on EVERYTHING. I've never seen pee shoot that far in my life. I had forgotten that you have to point their thingies down and by the time I remembered, it was too late. It was all over the door and the floor and me. Good thing we were at the swimming pool and not at a nice restaurant or Dillards or, well, pretty much anywhere else.

After Christina got back I headed over to the pool. I stubbed my big toe on some uneven concrete and didn't think much about it. As I went to take off my flip flops, I noticed that my toe was gushing blood. I figured I couldn't get into the pool like that, so I had to hobble (hey hobble creek...it's so fitting) back to the front desk where the world's most inept front desk person--who I've seen every day for the last week, so I know she's not new and she's the one who was there when I signed up for swimming lessons both this year and last year and I thought she was inept then--completely ignored me about getting a bandaid. By that point, I was dripping blood everywhere so I just went back outside and got some napkins to clean off and survey the damage. I managed to scrape a pretty good size chunk off the top of my toe and it hurt. Christina finally secured my some bandaids from the office and even found my goggles for me that I had left on the desk.

So I bandaged myself up and headed back over to the lanes. It was crowded and there were kids playing in the lap lanes, so I got in on the side. And then they followed me there. It was really frustrating, but eventually, I made it to a lane and proceeded on with my laps. Other than the occassional kid wanting to mow me over, it was uneventful. The bandaid was causing some kind of weird suction power that made it really painful to kick so I spent most of the time just swimming with my arms, which made my arms hurt.

I had every intention of running my intervals this evening after Wade got home from work, but the power was out and so we went into Tooele. And then the power didn't come back on and it got dark. So, I guess I'll just swallow this one as a loss.