It was my birthday on Saturday. I gave the boys their haircut in the morning and took James to his first swim meet of the season. He did good, but I did not! I made him NS on his 50-yard freestyle because I messed up reading the heat assignment. Whomp, whomp.
For the past few years, since a suggestion from my "otter" half, I've taken the day off work on my birthday to celebrate. Since it was on a Saturday, and I was going to be busy, I took the Friday off. I treated myself to a 23-mile cycle up the reservoir (where I PRed on the water dog trail, which I supposedly have done around 18 times now!). And then steam room, and a beef brisket lunch (which was not as amazing as I;d hoped). It was a day of self-care and relaxation..!