One of these pools is not like the other.
The first pool is, of course, my beloved Aquatic Center, which I belonged to until we moved. I think I was spoiled by swimming at an Olympic time trial facility. Now, Iâ€™m at a new gym where the pool is no longer the focus â€“ there are three 25-yard lanes but most of the pool is dedicated to â€˜recreationâ€™ swimming, which means loads of little kiddos. And that means the water is crazy warm â€“ 84 degrees â€“ compared to the Aquatic Centerâ€™s chilly 71. You would think this is a good thing, but I actually prefer swimming laps in colder water. Also, no more Ironmen to gaze at when I need a break (kiddingâ€¦ kind of). Thereâ€™s also an outdoor 50-meter pool thatâ€™s dedicated entirely to lap swimming, but it doesnâ€™t open for a few more weeksâ€¦
Differences aside, Iâ€™m REALLY happy to be back in the water! Itâ€™s been a few weeks, and it showed. I swam 0.5 a mile and was done. Burning arms and back.
Something fun: The 0 to a Mile Swimming Plan
In other news, while taking a shower in the locker room (AKA stark nekkid minus my flip flops), a toddler ripped open my shower curtain and just stood there, dumbstruck by my big pregnant belly. I said, â€œUm. Hello there, little man!â€ and he started to laugh and ran away.
Our other athletic activity of the day (brain power): taking down our gold chandelier.
So many of you assured me that we could spray paint it oil-rubbed bronze instead of replacing the whole thing â€“ we figured weâ€™d give it a whirl. Although â€“ I do have to say that the 1990s gold was growing on meâ€¦
We managed to get the darn thing down, and now the Husband is painting it. Fingers crossed!
Eats, eats, eats:
Gonna go rummage up something sweet.