Sunday, September 14, 2014

Slide to the Left

Here are two cute kids at the finish of the Minneapolis Bike Tour.  It was another 16 mile ride.

I rode with Shef on this beautiful fall day.  Dan rode with Mac. Unfortunately for Dan, Mac cried for miles 3-6.  I'm not sure why he was crying because this bike tour was actually his idea.  "Do you want to do another bike tour?" I asked.  "Yes!" he said.  "I want to ride with Dad this time."

But then he cried for awhile.  Later, he decided to continue.  Of course, at the finish, he was proud and pleased to have done it.  So I rewarded him with fro yo.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Step Together Step

We had that curriculum night last night, and then this morning I had my yearly physical at 7am.  When the nurse called to remind me, she said in NO UNCERTAIN TERMS that I should fast for 12 hours before.  This really bummed me out for many reasons, including the fact that I couldn't have coffee in the morning after doing curriculum night the evening before.

But, I mostly followed the rules (except I ate and drank until 10pm because of curriculum night).

Come to find out when I got to the appointment that the doctor was all, "Oh, I don't need a cholesterol test this year, seeing as you're in fantastic shape and have healthy habits."  That might not have been the exact quote, but it's the exact message.  I fasted for nothing at all.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Knock on Wood

It was curriculum night.  Sometimes when I do public speaking, I'm totally charming and at ease.  Maybe 1-in-5 times, I get all flustered and red and breathless.

Sadly, the latter happened during my first presentation of the evening.  Damn!  I'm hoping the parents viewed me as endearing rather than spastic.

Later, I completely recovered, and I think I made a good impression.  I'm still bummed because I wanted to be perfect all night.  Oh well.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Uh. She's a Beast.

Two tidbits from today:

First, my barre teacher went crazy with insane workout moves.  Whenever I decided to kind of give up, she would somehow telepathically know and yell, "Don't even THINK about it!!"  Those moments reminded me of labor.  As in, labor and delivery.

Second, I got home from barre and was greeted by Crabby Mac.  He was very upset that Dan said he couldn't have dessert without eating at least one vegetable.  You can imagine how excited he was to then participate in mandatory violin practice.

At the end of it, it was clear he needed to go to bed.  "You need to tell Dad goodnight.  You haven't been very pleasant with him this evening."

"But I'm not very pleasant ever," he said.

Saturday, September 6, 2014


You might think that you have the world's greatest colleagues, but I'm pretty sure you don't.

Because I am the one with the world's greatest colleagues.  This may sound extreme, but I assure you, I only say this because it's true.

We just got back from sixth grade camp, where we bonded with our amazing new students.  We played hard, and we laughed hard.  We're pretty much ready for a stellar year.  Maybe that's my motto this time around?  Be stellar?  I'm not sure, yet, but I'll think about it.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Mexican Lasagne Fail

Shef expressed interest in Mexican Lasagna for dinner.  I searched recipes and found a delicious one from that chef Nigella lady.  Very fresh and healthy.

Did Shef want fresh and healthy Mexican Lasagna?

No, he did not.

"I like the kind at camp with the chips inside."

He wants Mexican Lasagna made with Doritos.  Of course.

"Okay," I said.  "Next time I'll search a different recipe."

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Moderate Levels of Caring

When I was running Ragnar, I saw a van that had written on it a message that perfectly encapsulates my current philosophy of racing: "We don't care, but we care."  That's basically the whole thing.  I sign up for these things, and I'm like, this will just be a fun way to stay in shape.  And it basically stays that way, but then I also like passing people and finishing in the top quarter of the race and stuff like that.  I don't care, but I care.

So anyway, my A race this summer was the Urban Trail Half Marathon.  I've been wanting to get into trail running.  Even after my surprise appearance at Ragnar the week before, I was really excited to get out there and try out single track running.

I knew it would be hard, so I reminded myself many times that I was "running, not racing," in order to really hold back at the start.  I enjoyed the varied terrain and the camaraderie and the excitement of trying something new.  Here's me running, not racing, down some steps on to a new trail.  I stole this photo off the website for the event. I am the person in the pink shirt and gray shorts.

As the race went on, I was still running, not racing, but I found myself picking people off.  I'd just look up, fix my eyes on a woman in front of me, and calmly run her down.  It kept things interesting. I think I passed about 15 women between miles 7 and 11.  None of these people passed me back. I'm going to be honest admit that it was gratifying.  So much that I managed to eek out a smile while also looking awful running past the photographer at about mile 12:

You can imagine my surprise, then, when I crossed the finish line and noticed several of the gals I'd passed milling around drinking water and chatting.  What the heck? How did they get there?

Well, turns out a bunch of people missed a critical turn around mile 10.5.  This missed turn resulted in them running 11.5 miles rather than 13.1.  Of course, on the results sheet, these people, whom I've identified in the many, many race photos by number, appear AHEAD of me in the results.  Even though I painstakingly passed them one-by-one in a considerable "I don't care, but I care" effort.

The race promises to sort out the results, probably by using the photos, as I have done.  Maybe they'll post results for the 11.5-mile people?  In any case, it's not a big deal, obviously.  Except that it is.