my typical day

My typical day begins…
With a warm greeting and a beaming smile, hugs and kisses. Opening the blinds saying “It’s a new day! Is the sky blue today?”

We start our day every morning…
With warm milk (for one of us) and almond butter on toast with a casual conversation about topics on the day’s adventures, with sporatic comments or recollections of anything and everything that pops into my daughter’s mind. Gradually the pleasant conversation usually leads to negotiations followed by more negotiations until I’m out-smarted by a 2 year old.

When I get into the car to leave for my morning training session…
I quickly calculate the 8 minutes time difference on the clock in my car (and pray I won’t be late), then plan the best route to take to training, avoiding the constantly changing traffic patterns due to never-ending Calgary construction.

When I arrive at the track…
I’ve listened to brain-numbing replays of today’s (and everyday’s) greatest hits the entire trip. Now my brain has gone into shut-off mode, just in time to re-set it from momma zone to athlete zone.

Time at the track…
It is my chance to regain control over my surroundings; or at least my coach, Les Gramantik, (like any good coach) would allow me to believe so. Depending on the day, we’ll touch upon a couple events in our training. We have technical sessions, speed sessions, lifting sessions, plyo sessions, general strength sessions. In the winter, I train on a stuffy indoor track at the University; and, when it warms up, outdoors on our awesome new Foothills track, under the beautiful blue Alberta skies (while dodging the random hail storms that come in and out).

After training…
I try to fuel up as soon as possible, usually eating on my way to an appointment, followed by errands upon errands (if we have daycare that day). I’ve got the timing down perfectly to be at the daycare on the minute it closes.

The perfect day usually ends…
By giving my daughter my undivided attention as I try, like a sheep dog, to navigate her to stay on the evening’s routine; play, eat, clean up, toilet, bath, brush teeth, short reading time, rock-a-bye baby (she’s starting to get too heavy for this), goodnight to Papa, goodnight to stuffed animal # 1,2,3 and 4, and then finally a wonderful goodnight kiss for her Mommy (while adding her last negotiations already for the next morning).

Before I go to bed…
I try to make sure I ate supper, paid the bills, brushed my teeth, and asked my husband how his day was!