I ran 4 miles this morning. I'll do the same tomorrow, and that will be it until the big day on Saturday.
Despite what the blog implies, in person, I've actually kept JFK freak outs to a minimum this week (for me). Not really due to any growth in my stress management practices, but more because I've just been occupied with other stuff. I had Broomball on Monday night, grad class Tuesday night, and a shift at my second job Wednesday night. I picked up an after school tutoring program to make a little extra Christmas money/help the future of America. It's also parent teacher conference time, so I'm trying to fit those in before and after school. Looking at all that, I'm starting to feel guilty that I blamed running for my recent lethargy - maybe I gave it a bad rap?
I'm also feeling super stressed, but aren't we all (except for my husband, who's a freak of nature)? Nothing to write home about there. Just doing my part as a typical American.
Yesterday was a wonderful day (except for the 4 hours of grad class part). It was a rest day, and it was pajama day at school. Is there anything better than getting to spend the entire day in your pajamas and having it be not only completely socially acceptable, but even encouraged? I really don't think so.
Some people opted out of pajama day though. They woke up in the morning and faced this choice: spend the entire day comfortable and happy in soft, loose fitting pjs, or spend it in the same uncomfortable dressy clothes as every other day. I'm sorry if I offend anyone, but to me, choosing the latter is absolute insanity. This is a mystery of life that's really boggling my mind right now.
I mean, I guess you could make the argument that running 50 miles when you also have to option to just....not run 50 miles, or run a normal amount is a bit insane, especially when you factor in that I actually paid good money for that priviledge, but still.
More importantly, today was mismatch day, and I was extremely disapointed in the turnout. There was a lot of putting on two different shoes and calling it good. That's all you have? Fine for the kids, they're still learning, but teachers are supposed to be creative. Luckily my friend Mary came through with me.
|Blurry photo with the Biebs in the backgroud - the work of a third grader.|
Speaking of clothes, check back tomorrow for what will most likely be a post about the pros and cons of various race outfit choices.
Please share theories about why anyone would wear professional clothes instead of pajamas. I can't stop wondering.