Just another Manic Monday
So much to say, so little time. Good writers, though, can exude an image and feeling in few words. Let's see how I do.
Monday, a week ago: Secret Hill. Legs tired from hilly long run, I suppose. It's our last chance to enjoy looking at my dream house near the top of the hill, as soon it will be dark during our class. Someone's grill was rather enticing and yet irritating.
Tuesday: Joshua's play-off t-ball game. Grasshoppers win. No kids cry. Very little screaming at players.
Wednesday: Halloween. Elijah was a skeleton, and Joshua was a Dead City Chopper (dead motorcycle guy). Can you imagine if kids actually ate all the candy they got for Hallween? Oh wait, maybe that contributes to why the US is so dang fat. I missed running class. Crazy mom that I am, I wanted to see my kids trick-or-treat. I intended to run on my own, but the best laid plans...
Thursday: I can't even remember. I took my test at the Testing Center. I have never been to a testing center. Either they didn't exist in the dark ages when I was at university, or I just never missed an in-class test. They are serious there. I had to empty my pockets and put all belongings in a locker in the hall. I was even scared to exist to sharpen my pencil that broke on the first question.
Oh, I do remember. I went to Fitness Life. I did this cool elipticle that mimics running and shows your stride length. I swam some laps, and my broken hand smarted a bit. It's so loud in that indoor pool; it's a good motivation to learn sign-language. Joshua was 2 feet from me, and we couldn't hear each other. I did go on one of the swirly slides. Fun.
Friday: Joshua's disastrous semi-final t-ball game. This deserves it's own blog. Nauseum galore. I was nervous for the team because they were playing "the best team in the league." Remember folks, this is t-ball! Coaches screaming. Kids crying. Parents yelling to the point of hoarseness. The other coach literally jumped up and down and shook his fists yelling, "Yes!" when a 5-year-old boy from our team struck out. Excuse me while I get my barf bag. It was disgusting. David spat his bad taste out rather easily, it seems. Mine sank into my stomach for a good day or two. The other coach also yelled at the 12-year-old umpire. Joshua's team didn't win, and you would have thought that other coach had orchestrated the Cubs to a World Series win the way he celebrated. It was really sad and shocking.
Saturday: 10-mile run with "my girls" as I will refer to them from this day forward: Gayatri, Yvette, Elizabeth, Leslie, and Barb. It was so fun to have such a big group. We did the trail loop, and we finished 5 minutes faster than mine and Gayatri's last 10-mile trail run. We even picked up some trash on the trail. I literally ran straight to my car to make Joshua's soccer game. I did my best to stretch at soccer, but it's never the same.
David had planned to run the Dallas Half, but then changed his mind and ran his own half on the trail. He's still undecided about White Rock.
Back to Monday: Circuit at Austin High. I was thrilled to see an old friend join the Gazelles. Hi Tracy! I was ecstatic to see Minnie back at class. Our class was H-U-G-E. I love circuit though.
I've got this song stuck in my head:
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a 'baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good; I would call her.
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat
and a '64 Impala
Can't remember who sings it. I am the Queen of Random Lyrics.
Monday, a week ago: Secret Hill. Legs tired from hilly long run, I suppose. It's our last chance to enjoy looking at my dream house near the top of the hill, as soon it will be dark during our class. Someone's grill was rather enticing and yet irritating.
Tuesday: Joshua's play-off t-ball game. Grasshoppers win. No kids cry. Very little screaming at players.
Wednesday: Halloween. Elijah was a skeleton, and Joshua was a Dead City Chopper (dead motorcycle guy). Can you imagine if kids actually ate all the candy they got for Hallween? Oh wait, maybe that contributes to why the US is so dang fat. I missed running class. Crazy mom that I am, I wanted to see my kids trick-or-treat. I intended to run on my own, but the best laid plans...
Thursday: I can't even remember. I took my test at the Testing Center. I have never been to a testing center. Either they didn't exist in the dark ages when I was at university, or I just never missed an in-class test. They are serious there. I had to empty my pockets and put all belongings in a locker in the hall. I was even scared to exist to sharpen my pencil that broke on the first question.
Oh, I do remember. I went to Fitness Life. I did this cool elipticle that mimics running and shows your stride length. I swam some laps, and my broken hand smarted a bit. It's so loud in that indoor pool; it's a good motivation to learn sign-language. Joshua was 2 feet from me, and we couldn't hear each other. I did go on one of the swirly slides. Fun.
Friday: Joshua's disastrous semi-final t-ball game. This deserves it's own blog. Nauseum galore. I was nervous for the team because they were playing "the best team in the league." Remember folks, this is t-ball! Coaches screaming. Kids crying. Parents yelling to the point of hoarseness. The other coach literally jumped up and down and shook his fists yelling, "Yes!" when a 5-year-old boy from our team struck out. Excuse me while I get my barf bag. It was disgusting. David spat his bad taste out rather easily, it seems. Mine sank into my stomach for a good day or two. The other coach also yelled at the 12-year-old umpire. Joshua's team didn't win, and you would have thought that other coach had orchestrated the Cubs to a World Series win the way he celebrated. It was really sad and shocking.
Saturday: 10-mile run with "my girls" as I will refer to them from this day forward: Gayatri, Yvette, Elizabeth, Leslie, and Barb. It was so fun to have such a big group. We did the trail loop, and we finished 5 minutes faster than mine and Gayatri's last 10-mile trail run. We even picked up some trash on the trail. I literally ran straight to my car to make Joshua's soccer game. I did my best to stretch at soccer, but it's never the same.
David had planned to run the Dallas Half, but then changed his mind and ran his own half on the trail. He's still undecided about White Rock.
Back to Monday: Circuit at Austin High. I was thrilled to see an old friend join the Gazelles. Hi Tracy! I was ecstatic to see Minnie back at class. Our class was H-U-G-E. I love circuit though.
I've got this song stuck in my head:
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a 'baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good; I would call her.
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat
and a '64 Impala
Can't remember who sings it. I am the Queen of Random Lyrics.
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