I am running low on steam, people. Two weeks of school left, and the campus has transformed into a menagerie. If I really want my students’ attention, I might need to purchase a unicycle. Either way, my reward candy fund is low and my ability to eat fire is void, and so I have to settle for coercion and a lot of caffeine. Neither of which are good for my anxious stomach.
The running attempt is going alright. I don’t really feel like I have more energy, and I don’t see any kind of improvement in my bod or endurance. I know it’s way early to look for noticeable progress, but I think there’s a few things that also factor in: mainly that I’m stressed at work and stressed at home. I have seniors in their second to last week of high school. Carter is teething and constipated and not a fan of naps. I ate chocolate cake for dinner tonight and took a two hour nap before my run. Probably not the best choices for healthy living. I just need to keep it up, I’m telling myself, for a couple more weeks, when I can give it a fair go. Right?
Tonight my husband plays with his soccer team, Los Gatos. They wear phosphorescent green jerseys and neon pink socks. On average, they lose by 8-10 goals. I love going to his games, but because lately they’ve been starting at 9 or 10pm, and baby and I don’t usually last past 8, I’ve been MIA. My selfish hope is that they will not win their first game until this summer, when I can be there to watch.
I’m debating whether to go with my husband to his “Swole Club” tomorrow. I have never been much of a weight lifter (I get wore out lifting full coffee pots) but I could really use a pick me up. At least I’ll have the weekend if I’m sore.
Imma kiss this guy and go to bed now. Maybe shower off the sweat (though I think Bird got most of it when he was sucking my shoulder…gross.).
