After getting the kids off to school this morning, I decided to go down to the fitness center and get some swimming in. Mid morning, 9:00-11:00, usually seems to be a good time for those of us less-than-Phelps swimmers to get a little water time. Early morning usually has a couple of people in each lane. Not a good time to get in and work on my self taught swim stroke. My water wings usually get in the way and I keep hitting the other swimmers in the head with them. Mid morning I can usually get a lane to myself. The younger generation is busy going to work, the seniors are still home watching reruns of Little House On The Prairie, Bonanza, and Hogan's Heroes.
When I got to the fitness center, they gave me our shirts for recently completing the Ironman challenge that they were sponsoring. I asked him if I could tell everyone that I won first place in my division. What division you ask? Forty year old men named Leon, that live in South Jordan, work as a pharmacist for Smith's, have 3 sons and 1 daughter, one smokin' hot wife, and a blog called Win The Day. He looked at the results and told me that I was 4th in that division, just finishing out of the medals. So I added in the qualifier that you had to finish 4th in the previously mentioned division, and just like that, I won my division. That's right, taking home the gold!!! Heidi, also won her division. What division you ask? The division of women married to a forty year old man named Leon, that live in South Jordan, works for Smith's........just kidding. Her division was women who could beat their husbands in each of the three events. I might have slacked off a little bit to allow her to win that division, maybe. She also won the swimsuit competition. I came in a close second.
It was nice to swim this morning without having to try and keep track of how many laps I had swum. My swimming has improved a lot. For the most part I can swim trying to concentrate on improving one specific area of my stroke. I'm not swimming anymore trying to think about all of the components of my stroke at the same time. What are my legs doing? Why can't I keep them near the surface? What are my arms doing? Why do I always get so gassy when I swim? Forgetting that you can't breathe in while under the water. Try thinking about all of those things and having to keep track of the number of laps at the same time. So it was a nice break to just swim today without counting.
After the television reruns were over, the senior crowd started to show up. I started to get squeezed out of my lane. I was ok with that because I had to pick Chase up from school. It's too bad though. For the few minutes that we were all there together, I was definitely the best swimmer. I usually can't make that claim, best swimmer in the pool. Too bad I couldn't stay there and drown myself in that feeling.
After picking up Chase from school, I thought I would get a little running in. He played the wii while I watched him from the treadmill. It amazes me how well these 4 year old kids can play with these electronic devices of today. I know that I couldn't play those games near as well as he was. Does that make me a bad parent? The fact that my 4 year old can kick some wii butt. Today's games are so much more complicated than the PacMan, Asteroids, Missile Command, and Centipede games of my day. And today's Donkey Kong would literally pick up the Kong from my day and just throw him off the screen completely. I'll stick to the running. That I can do, kind of. Today I did 6.5 miles of it, leaving 1156 calories to roam the galaxy with Mario.