Manic Monday consisted of much more movement than Sedentary Sunday.  I started the day with 5:30am Bootcamp where I logged over 3 treadmill miles (hello, hamstrings) and worked my neglected core through a series of circuits.  I arrived home to a sleeping household and whipped up a batch of blueberry muffins from scratch.  Next I  piled everyone and everything in to the car for a Camp Mom field trip to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.  That’s right, my kids got a day off from triathlon training and instead received some schooling on sugar and carb loading.  They also exercised their sense of adventure on the crazy rides that their Camp Director would go nowhere near.  Could I bottle the limitless energy my kids have for such fun, I’d replace all other running fuel with the stuff. I’m not a gambling gal by nature, but I betcha I’d be faster than any Kenyan around.