A plain day

Today was a day of only minimal productiveness, which I am finding out is okay. I am on week ten or eleven of marathon training and cannot shut up about it even though I find myself annoying me about it. There is a joke that goes something like, "if you are wondering if a person has run a marathon or not, don't worry, they will surely let you know." It is very much the truth, and I am so sorry. I feel I have so much more to talk about than one of the most boring activities ever. I am in that weird super nervous but still to far away to justify the nervousness phase. An email was sent out that the race is creeping up sooner and sooner, and yes there are long training runs but my head is just not there yet. In fact, my fight or flight response kicks into high gear Saturday night before long runs and the past two have been terrible.  I would rather do endless hills or hard intervals on a mid July/August stuffy day than go out for the many lonely, boring hours I have to do on a Sunday. Even diving into a pool at 5:30am with 40 others suffering the same fate in January would be preferable to the solitude. Just a few more weeks.

In other news, I am through my first round of actual graduate coursework, thank freaking goodness. The one class was low structure reading and writing assignments with some okay discussions. I feel like I do have a more solid foundation of understanding how literacy works. There were some crazy assignments where I was lucky to have a great admin to supply me with school specific information. The other class was just bananas with a professor lacking solid educational background and students in the class who said the most crazy bullshit.  Seriously, when you suggest books were, at any point in history, dangerous, someone is hopefully going to call you out. Between that weird exchange and the impractical class project, this class felt like marking time.  Taking these courses, I can't imagine not having any experience in the classroom; what do you talk about when the rest of us are discussing real use of strategies in the classroom or situations dealing with parents? Needless to say, I am ready for a break.  Time to focus on getting things going for another year with six year olds and some time to get the running business finished (or at least this race done-there are always races on the horizon to annoy people or just myself by talking about) and do some musical theatre business as the BCT puts on Chicago for Applefest. Looking forward to those journeys with my husband.