Monday:
I am giving a final exam this morning. I have to admit it is more like a gathering of friends than a final exam. I had my students do projects, and they are explaining their projects to me. One of my students showed up with a gift for me! A really nice Starbucks travel mug and gift card. I really loved this class, and I am so sad that our time together is over. I will have some of my students again in winter term, and another student and I agreed to stay in touch.
Everything was going well, and then when one of my students was explaining his project, my eye started hurting. I could barely focus. It wasn’t until I finished with all my students until I realized that a blood vessel in my eye had burst and my eye was full of blood. This usually happens when I am really stressed and asleep. I didn’t know the pain meant this was happening.
I get back to my office and my good day goes to shit. Enzo calls me to say that someone broke into the house. The shed was open, the back door was open, and the water tap in the back yard was on full blast. The noise of the water was what got the attention of Isaiah (Enzo’s friend who is living at the house). It seems the only thing missing is our little dog, Snoopy.
I spend a lot of my morning talking with Enzo and Norm and making missing dog fliers. I get some grading done. I figure out an impossible task on Moodle. Of all the platforms I have used in education, Moodle is my least favorite!
Tuesday:
Today is Norm’s last day. I get a run in and then we spend the day hanging out before I have to take him to the airport.
Wednesday:
A friend and I had planned to meet, but I woke up to a text saying she might be a maybe. I decided to get some miles in before I had to be back to hear if she was going to be able to run. She wasn’t able, but I had plenty to do to get ready for the end of the semester.
Thursday:
I took my bag with me so I could run if I wanted or go to yoga. My students presented projects instead of taking a final. I spent 3 hours listening to presentations. I spent the afternoon grading papers. It turns out the university and community college have one thing in common. That is students who do nothing all semester and then want to turn everything in the last week. In the end, I didn’t go to yoga or go running. I came home and spent some time just sitting. The semester is over. I still have a lot of work to do getting ready for the winter term. But I needed to take some time just to sit.
Friday:
I wake up at 5am and debated getting up to run before the rain starts but going back to sleep is the winner. I wake up a little before 7am and hope I finish my coffee and do my bathroom business before the rain starts. Unfortunately, I ran out of time. I left thinking that I might not get many miles done, but anything was better than nothing. My feet were pretty cold initially. Is there such a thing as waterproof socks? But my Run Rabbit Jacket was terrific. I ended up running 14 miles and would have run more, but my hands were getting really cold. My jacket kept me perfectly dry, now I need warmer and waterproof gloves.
How is it that I can run 14 miles in 30-degree temps with steady rain and be fine, but I come home and put on sweats and a hoody and can’t get warm enough. I had all these plans for weights and yoga, but my allergies are so bad that I had to take allergy meds. That leaves me laying on the couch mindlessly watching tv and half asleep. That eventually turns into actually sleeping in my bed.
Saturday:
I decided to sleep in a bit. I head to the American Tobacco Trail to avoid having to deal with traffic. This trail is so amazing. I ended up taking a side trip on the Cary Greenway. Cary boasts over 80 miles of greenway. It was nice. There was quite a bit of running on wood bridges, which is fine as long as they aren’t wet or frozen over. I was happy to get 20 miles done.
Sunday:
The plan was to run 33 miles. That was the plan. I went to Umstead Park. There is an out and back route that is 11 miles. I run everything as a depletion run, even my long runs, but I knew I would need food and water today. The allergy meds have left me really dehydrated. After running 20 miles the day before I wasn’t sure that I could get through 33 miles without some food. It was about 30 degrees, but the sky was clear, and I knew it would warm up quickly. I had on 2 shirts to deal with the temps. I decided to take a different route and really loved it. Unfortunately, my heel was bothering me from the get-go, and it never got better. I was worried about running on it with it being so painful. I called it a day at 14 miles. At home, I worked on stretching my calf and took a nap.
I got up and went to a hot yoga class. I clearly have to be better about stretching my calf. I miss hot yoga. I like the sweating. The class was okay, but here is my rant about yoga teachers. If you are going to make a speech at the beginning of the class about how it is my class and I should do what I need for my body then don’t lose your mind at the end when someone doesn’t use the blocks. Let me walk you through this. Everyone but me had blocks. I didn’t grab them because I don’t need them. The teacher makes her speech, and then class starts. In the middle of class, she brings me blocks. Class is coming to an end, and the teacher makes this big speech about how people don’t like to ask for help, and you should think of the blocks as help and not be afraid to use them. This speech went on and on. I couldn’t help but feel like it was directed at me since I was the only one not using blocks. It’s not an ego issue. I have used the blocks. And I will use them when necessary. It just wasn’t necessary for me today. So that kinda ruined class for me.
So mileage wise this week wasn’t what I wanted. It isn’t as bad as it looks on my Strava. I decided to switch from movescount to the Suunto app, and I could never get it to work all week. I ended up being at around 60 miles.
My foot is a disaster. I am pretty sure I can turn it around, but what if I can't? My running has been great. I sign up for races and buy plane tickets and my body revolts.
I am giving a final exam this morning. I have to admit it is more like a gathering of friends than a final exam. I had my students do projects, and they are explaining their projects to me. One of my students showed up with a gift for me! A really nice Starbucks travel mug and gift card. I really loved this class, and I am so sad that our time together is over. I will have some of my students again in winter term, and another student and I agreed to stay in touch.
Everything was going well, and then when one of my students was explaining his project, my eye started hurting. I could barely focus. It wasn’t until I finished with all my students until I realized that a blood vessel in my eye had burst and my eye was full of blood. This usually happens when I am really stressed and asleep. I didn’t know the pain meant this was happening.
I get back to my office and my good day goes to shit. Enzo calls me to say that someone broke into the house. The shed was open, the back door was open, and the water tap in the back yard was on full blast. The noise of the water was what got the attention of Isaiah (Enzo’s friend who is living at the house). It seems the only thing missing is our little dog, Snoopy.
I spend a lot of my morning talking with Enzo and Norm and making missing dog fliers. I get some grading done. I figure out an impossible task on Moodle. Of all the platforms I have used in education, Moodle is my least favorite!
Tuesday:
Today is Norm’s last day. I get a run in and then we spend the day hanging out before I have to take him to the airport.
Wednesday:
A friend and I had planned to meet, but I woke up to a text saying she might be a maybe. I decided to get some miles in before I had to be back to hear if she was going to be able to run. She wasn’t able, but I had plenty to do to get ready for the end of the semester.
Thursday:
I took my bag with me so I could run if I wanted or go to yoga. My students presented projects instead of taking a final. I spent 3 hours listening to presentations. I spent the afternoon grading papers. It turns out the university and community college have one thing in common. That is students who do nothing all semester and then want to turn everything in the last week. In the end, I didn’t go to yoga or go running. I came home and spent some time just sitting. The semester is over. I still have a lot of work to do getting ready for the winter term. But I needed to take some time just to sit.
Friday:
I wake up at 5am and debated getting up to run before the rain starts but going back to sleep is the winner. I wake up a little before 7am and hope I finish my coffee and do my bathroom business before the rain starts. Unfortunately, I ran out of time. I left thinking that I might not get many miles done, but anything was better than nothing. My feet were pretty cold initially. Is there such a thing as waterproof socks? But my Run Rabbit Jacket was terrific. I ended up running 14 miles and would have run more, but my hands were getting really cold. My jacket kept me perfectly dry, now I need warmer and waterproof gloves.
How is it that I can run 14 miles in 30-degree temps with steady rain and be fine, but I come home and put on sweats and a hoody and can’t get warm enough. I had all these plans for weights and yoga, but my allergies are so bad that I had to take allergy meds. That leaves me laying on the couch mindlessly watching tv and half asleep. That eventually turns into actually sleeping in my bed.
Saturday:
I decided to sleep in a bit. I head to the American Tobacco Trail to avoid having to deal with traffic. This trail is so amazing. I ended up taking a side trip on the Cary Greenway. Cary boasts over 80 miles of greenway. It was nice. There was quite a bit of running on wood bridges, which is fine as long as they aren’t wet or frozen over. I was happy to get 20 miles done.
Sunday:
The plan was to run 33 miles. That was the plan. I went to Umstead Park. There is an out and back route that is 11 miles. I run everything as a depletion run, even my long runs, but I knew I would need food and water today. The allergy meds have left me really dehydrated. After running 20 miles the day before I wasn’t sure that I could get through 33 miles without some food. It was about 30 degrees, but the sky was clear, and I knew it would warm up quickly. I had on 2 shirts to deal with the temps. I decided to take a different route and really loved it. Unfortunately, my heel was bothering me from the get-go, and it never got better. I was worried about running on it with it being so painful. I called it a day at 14 miles. At home, I worked on stretching my calf and took a nap.
I got up and went to a hot yoga class. I clearly have to be better about stretching my calf. I miss hot yoga. I like the sweating. The class was okay, but here is my rant about yoga teachers. If you are going to make a speech at the beginning of the class about how it is my class and I should do what I need for my body then don’t lose your mind at the end when someone doesn’t use the blocks. Let me walk you through this. Everyone but me had blocks. I didn’t grab them because I don’t need them. The teacher makes her speech, and then class starts. In the middle of class, she brings me blocks. Class is coming to an end, and the teacher makes this big speech about how people don’t like to ask for help, and you should think of the blocks as help and not be afraid to use them. This speech went on and on. I couldn’t help but feel like it was directed at me since I was the only one not using blocks. It’s not an ego issue. I have used the blocks. And I will use them when necessary. It just wasn’t necessary for me today. So that kinda ruined class for me.
So mileage wise this week wasn’t what I wanted. It isn’t as bad as it looks on my Strava. I decided to switch from movescount to the Suunto app, and I could never get it to work all week. I ended up being at around 60 miles.
My foot is a disaster. I am pretty sure I can turn it around, but what if I can't? My running has been great. I sign up for races and buy plane tickets and my body revolts.
