My doctor told me that I am to walk tomorrow. Walk. Normally, I would have thought, “Hey alright. I don’t have to run.” Me? I’m restless, irritable and discontented at the thought of walking for 30 minutes. On a treadmill.
Oddly, my foot feels much better, which of course says to me that I must run. It was hard watching Kim take off Tuesday morning for our 4 miler, while I went on the recumbant (sp?) bike at the gym. I literally had my eyes closed and was practically snoring after 30 minutes. I burned 37 calories. Yeah, it was a hoot.
5K on Saturday, and dang it’s getting cold here in CA. 80 today tops, breezy and chilly. It’s 63 now. Time to break out the flannel.
I passed several kids I should have failed this session. Friday, report cards come out. I just looked at this one kid, T., and I said, “Don’t you want an A or a B?” His response?
Nope, I want the lowest possible grade, and still be able to pass. I don’t want extra credit. I don’t want a high GPA. I want to pass and get the hell outta here. Don’t trip.”