We have another swim meet this weekend, and a climbing comp, but both are in town, so we won't need to subsist on fruit and nuts.
(By the way, when I say "we," I'm talking about myself and my husband, who is still faithfully following all the Whole30 rules because he's lost so much weight on it. In fact, I spent several amusing minutes this afternoon watching him try on shorts, looking for a pair that will still stay up.)
Anyway, there was only one swimming event tonight, but the boy did us proud, dropping 45 seconds off his 1650 time, after already dropping nearly three minutes from it just two weeks ago. And during warm-ups, I went for a walk on the track around the basketball court—a whopping seven 0.09-mile loops. Better than nothing. Lots more swimming, climbing, and tiny loops to come tomorrow.