Saturday evening run.
Five miles just over an hour.
Not breathing hard.
Irony: Coming from a school that didn’t offer cross country as a sport…only to become a cross country coach.
Bonus Round Irony: Having a high school running partner during track season that eventually became a NCAA All American in cross country. Also a local middle school teacher and cross country coach.
Can you actually write a full blog entry about shaving your beard?
Earlier this month I dyed my overgrown beard, blue. However, with all the coloring, no one asked why I grew my beard so long to begin with. I haven’t shaved since April 1, 2015; nearly four months ago.
Last week, at the pinnacle of frustration, I stopped running. I mean that I quite literally haven’t ran since last Tuesday. That’s the longest period (five days) consecutively that I haven’t done anything fitness related in well over a year. I spent the time with my wife, explaining to her why I just don’t want to run, how the fire just burned out.
it’s a strange sensation. It wasn’t that I was tired of running, and personally I was enjoying the results. However, to be honest, it’s hard to keep moving when you’re trying to impress one person…and they don’t always notice. I simply shared that to Darco, because I want her to be proud that she’s married me. The hope is that she got a guy who doesn’t play video games (usually), stays in shape, cooks, cleans, etc…Most of this stems directly from a previous marriage where my existence was debatable at best.
I suppose what I learned from all of this was a few key pieces:
With all of that said…
I’m ready to hit the gym*.
*It’s nearly 100 degrees outside, I’ll be training inside where it’s safe.
I’ve been considering giving up the ambition of running. I haven’t hit a wall, I haven’t been dealt too many injuries, and I’m not really on the verge of burning out.
I’m just tired of being my own fuel. Continue reading
It is a two prong thought, both stemming from the realities of the day.
For the past two days, while Darco has been out of the country, I’ve been attending a series of classes for educators within our district. Some of the classes have been great, some of them…not so much. It was during my first class this morning, I was sitting across from my mentor teacher assigned to me from our school, and I confessed that I was nervous about the beginning of the school year. I felt that I wasn’t prepared, I wasn’t sure what I was doing, and it was kind of settling into a panicked state within my heart and soul. I’m still embarrassed tonight typing out that thought. Continue reading
Truly, there are few things worse than sitting in your own sweat for six hours.
Love cross country, might love the shower more.