It’s been 2+ months since I’ve written. I’m way deep in the several social platforms with many friends. Since I last wrote, I’ve fallen in love, but kept an eye on the door, since I’m not so good at relationships. I’m like the little girl from Dances With Wolves. I have a “Stands with a Fist” attitude when it comes to this area of my life. This is one of the first times I’m not addicted to a relationship, and it feels really…weird, for those who know me. Then again, madness sometimes rears its ugly head, and I feel unsober, to say the least.
I’m swamped with teenagers and college searches. With Football and the best type of protein powder. My oldest son’s Soccer team won the D7 championships, and he was 1 of 2 goalkeepers named to the local area All Soccer team. With Baseball and now a Soccer camp at UCLA. The Eagle Scout to-be has 5 months to complete his Eagle project, and it’s making me crazy. The youngest loves his Football, like I’ve never seen, and wants to work out 24-7.
I love my job. I absolutely love it. I’ve become a Google certified Teacher. My 4th graders download and upload to their drives with panache. They check their calendars, and fill out forms, create spreadsheets, and prepare California Mission slides. They interact, and there is not one moment wasted. Today, I offered them free time, and they chose to continue drawing parabolas. More graph paper, please. More pencils. There is no homework in this class, except to study spelling words, because they really need to rest when they leave school at the end of the day. I can’t thank my college roommate enough for The Daily Five, as my life has become so easy.
Kids are reading. Like, all day. When I’m sick, they interact with me on Gmail. All day. I love them.
I run a little bit here and there. Nothing like I was doing. Ever since I moved last May, I never really have found my mojo. I ran 44.95 miles since the turn of the yearly calendar. It was dark, I didn’t know my area. Well, I joined a gym, and I’m not going to that, either. I have those 10 pounds to lose to be at my favorite San Luis Obispo marathon weight, but the body has moved around a bit, so 10 won’t quite cut it. I’m full on Estrogen & Progesterone’d up. I found out that last Summer I actually WAS crazy. 1.5 days later, with girly hormones back in my body, I felt wonderful.
So, here’s the deal, and here’s why the blog gets uncovered. I put some money down on a race in June. A half marathon in Merced. Stuart, from Quadrathon blog, challenged me to pony up, and start training. I have a base. It’s not a good one, but training starts this Sunday. I will be in LA. The same day as my last race a year ago, the LA Marathon. Sort of weird, but perfect in a way.
And here’s the thing. I’ve been writing this thing for 8 years. It’s chronicled everything. So, I dusted it off, and sat down to write more than 140 characters, or share short updates in different networks.
Now, it appears, I have more to write. Especially since my running has always lived here, and I’m looking for it again. Starting this Sunday.