Due to recent scheduling complications, its been several weeks since I’ve made an appearance at Brick class.  Today we were reunited and it felt  so good, mostly.  The hour experience would have been a lot more enjoyable if my darn lead-weight legs hadn’t gotten in the way.  Sure they were essential to the workout, but why they were so uncooperative mystifies me.  Could this mean that I’m not a training machine, but instead  a mere exhaustible mortal?

Although I loved the hour I spent at UEF (amongst friends and competitors), the highlight of my exertion was in the recovery.  I spent 3+ hours at the neighborhood pool, stretched out on a blanket with a new book while my kids swam.  I blissfully hydrated, read, doled out snacks, napped, completely relaxed until the spell was abruptly broken- someone puked in the pool.

A whistle screeched, some children screamed, most parents groaned and I was reminded of the Baby Ruth scene in another of my all-time favorite movies Caddyshack.  But I digress.  The bottom line was everyone had to exit the pool so that the lifeguards could clean and shock the mess.  Since I wasn’t letting my kids back in a vomit and chemical infested pool, off we went, back to reality.