Teacher by day, Mommy by night
Teacher by day, Mommy by night
Juggling the demands (and insanity) of being a high school teacher, a wife, and a mother to a toddler
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Day 3
Of my new self-flagellation tour: running in the morning. Before work. At 6 am.
I came to this decision grudgingly. It's unbelievably hot. The air is awful. And I need to exercise desperately. So Monday I started with a half hour run down the path right outside my new home. Seriously, you couldn't ask for better. Here's how it went: 5:45 Alarm goes off. I react with uncharacteristic irritation. Hit snooze. 5:50 I get out of bed. 6:00 I head out the door (yes, it took me ten minutes to get out of bed...shush.) I head out to the path. It's not exactly chilling but I don't smell any smoke, so that's good. I pick the left side and head out. I am feeling pretty good about myself. 6:05 I'm still feeling proud, but I am surprised at how fast I'm not going. Guess I had a different image in my head. 6:10 I'm no longer feeling good about myself. I am an idiot. I have looked at my watch (bad idea) and realize I have 20 minutes left. 6:12 I am a b-word. 6:15 I get to turn back now! Things are looking up! 6:20 Now that I am less concerned about dying, I have noticed that there is some pretty dang impressive nature around at this time of morning. I see a mother duck and her babies (I'm assuming they are hers, but who knows), some tall skinny bird thing (I am not going to even pretend I know what it was, but it was pretty), and a snail migration. Pretty sure some of those suckers were going faster than me. 6:30 I finish my run. Not a great finish. Just more of a sputtering out. But it's done...at least until the next day. 4 comments from 4 users
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Running, I can't seem to get myself to do. But my husband likes it. However, he says he can't do it unless he has his music. He's been running, casually - not training or anything, for about a year now. He just ran his first official 15K on 4th of July. So hang in there; I hear it gets better!
Get some music if you can, it makes the time go by faster.
Wimpy me, the best I can do right now is cycle class at least 3 times a week at the gym.
Kudos!