Mobile Minutes: 400m Sprint

What I just learned…

Nerves can destroy you. When I sign up for a 5K races, I’m not really thinking about competition, I’m just there to run.

Today, a mixture of competition and nerves ruined me.

First, “open heat” does not equate to everyone and their sister. Open heat means if the cutoff for “elite” is 4:40.00, “open” runners run at approximately 4:41.00.

Second, unlike my assumption that these runners would be in it just because their standard 5K wasn’t this weekend, these runners were hellbent on the mile and only the mile.

Third, do yourself a favor, at least once in your life be the idiot that jumps out front first. Do it in order to get it out of your system. Today was my calling to this event. I ran…wait for it…a sub-55 second 400m to start the race. I led that crew like there was no tomorrow. Then my lungs caught on fire, my legs cramped, and the ‘nursing home special’ passed me. Needless to say, I suffered the next 1200m of that race.

Embarrassed doesn’t even describe the sensation in my soul right now. However, two positive things came out of this:

1. Darco got a kick out of it and wants to witness more of these races.
2. Man, I flew in that first 400m and it wasn’t even in a sprint.

Back to the drawing board.
After some food and rest.



XXXI: Welcome Home

I can see the stars!!!

Around 8:30 PM last night I wound up yelling this exclamation to Darco in the driveway.


Real. Driveway.

Over the three day weekend we’ve been doing nothing but moving our possessions from our apartment to our house. Praise God for friends and family. So many people have helped us with cleaning, moving, and even cooking for us. It’s truly a memorable experience that’ll forever last in my heart.

…but about those stars…

Like any other soul, I too have my silent prayers. One of them was to see the stars again. Growing up, the stars were in my backyard. Moving to college, then moving to the city, I lost the stars. City lights, parking lot nights, I lost track of my childhood home.

Our home is now in the rural escape around the city. The stars come out each night, shining past the occasional flight preparing for landing. My prayer is answered. I find myself clamoring to the sky, my wife lost as to why this was such a big deal. Answered personal prayers are a big deal.



I can see the stars.
Welcome home.



Remember that time when I said I’m a teacher…


Now let me whip...

…and that we do crazy things in class…


Maslow & Freud would be proud.

…and frequently I run around like a chicken with my head cut off…


I can't run this fast, but I know YOU can...

…and I’m encouraged daily by my peers…


Ho-ho-ho, green giant.

…it’s ‘ight.




Originally it was an apartment that approved us for moving.
Then we checked on a duplex north of the city on a lake.
…and the apartment offer was blown out of the water (pun intended).
-Washer & Dryer
-Full Basement
-Back Yard
-Front Yard
-Two Car Garage
-In The Country
-Near 15 miles worth of trails
-Two minutes to the lake
-2.5 baths
-2 bedrooms
-High ceilings

Cost: Less than the apartment with potential opportunity to own.



Mobile Minutes: Never Ending Joy

I love how life is no longer, “just another week.” I’m grateful that I’m praying for Friday night because I’m so tired each day from school. Frankly, teaching is so fun it’s rather disturbing. This week was another taste of insanity; school, parent teacher conferences, debates, and my first experience at cross country meets.

Does it get better? I’m not sure because this stuff is fun…


Assignment: Attack your thoughts about these political cartoons and propaganda with Post-It notes. Good luck!


My very first cross country runners with their hard earned medals.

This is a pretty cool life.


XXXI: Bell Ringing & Tardies

I amĀ blessed.

I’m just over a week into being an official teacher inside the school I’m currently with. It’s been a whirlwind of a month; from teacher orientation, room design and construction (literally), to the very first day of school. It’s easily a thought that I’ve processed on multiple days, but have concluded that the battery life in my keyboard wouldn’t last long enough for me to type out all of my thoughts in relation to this amazing experience.

Truly, the best way to sum it up is to say that I’m blessed. Continue reading