Rest days.

Today was a rest day for a few reasons:

  • It was a parents’ evening at school, so I had to miss spin class.
  • I was really, really tired, because on top of exercise, I have a lot of work to do.  As in the type of work that pays my bills.
  • By the time I left school I literally had no sensation in my feet.

Aberdeen is not a well-known tropical resort that holiday-makers flock to.  That’s because it’s freezing – or below freezing if you were to look at today’s highs.  Last night a freezing fog descended on the city as I navigated my way to the gym:

Aberdeen fog

Aberdeen fog

I may have mentioned before that as a Texan who was brought up with heat, I do not function well in extreme cold (and yes, my idea of ‘extreme cold’ is usually what causes people to consider wearing a sweater).  Kids I teach even tweet about how my classroom is always a like a sauna.  Don’t give me weird looks, if they don’t want their teacher reading that stuff, they should change their privacy settings.  Rookie mistake, kids.

Anyway, I got the what I thought was the good seat in the hall where the parents’ meetings were taking place.  The one right next to the heater.  Unfortunately, it was also the closest seat to the doors, and a constant draft was caressing my lower body.  It was only after my last appointment that I stood up to discover I could not feel my feet.  Having played with the idea of sneaking in an hour at the gym after work, I decided it would probably be a much better idea to just go home.  Where a lot of this happened:

Energy level: ZERO

Energy level: ZERO

Having defrosted and had a power nap, I thought that I should use some rare time to myself to be productive and get some marking out of the way.  I had a few jotters with essays written about the negative effects of reality television, so I cracked open the first one to read:

‎”Reality TV is one of the many things I hate about the human race. Reality TV highlights everything that is wrong with these modern times, 95% of all reality tv stars are sluts, whores, chavs, and inbreds.”

Maybe I should tone down my opinions at work.

In running news, I have a 6 mile cross country race on Sunday, and weights on Saturday.  Would it be foolish to try and get in my long run of 14 miles before the weights?  I’d rather do that than break my long run into two short runs (the cross country race then 8 miles in the evening).  Do split runs count?

One year anniversary, shins continue to irritate me.

Today I got a notification from WordPress letting me know that a year ago today I first created my account.  Clearly I was looking for some form of escapism from the daily grind at work near the end of term when kids start to literally go crazy about Christmas.  Every year, this pre-holiday mania chips away at my sanity until I am eating smarties (British M&M’s) out of holiday sized tubes for breakfast, and the laying out any leftovers on my desk in front of a class, and picking away at them in order of colour (orange always comes last because they taste like chocolate orange).  Have I mentioned how deliriously happy I am that I finish at 3pm on Friday?  If not: I am.

Anyway, back to the anniversary…  I am actually relatively surprised that I have remained fairly diligent about updating posts (even though I am now 100% convinced that my parents have no interest in what I write here, and only check when I fly several thousands of miles to visit them and FORCE them to read sections).  I think it’s like the adult equivalent of not turning your flour baby into pancakes over the weekend.  Well done, slut!*

In running news, my shins are still assholes, and I haven’t run in a week.  I have, however, taken to the pool to fill my evenings, and am pleased to say that despite having about, oh, 15 years between now and my last training session with my swim team, I don’t suck hard.  I can actually hear my old coach (Dave Strah of the Ponca City Sailfish, FYI) nagging me to “kick more” when I notice my legs floating effortlessly behind me as my shoulders burn.  If he ever self-googles, this might come across as creepy.

Anyway, I’m beginning to feel festive and despite my mortal shins, I am happy about a lot of things:

  • If the world doesn’t end, as the Mayans apparently predicted, then the days here start to get longer, and I really like daylight.  A lot.
  • If the world DOES end, my home insurance is due to be renewed on the 22nd, so I guess there’s always a silver lining.
  • It’s nearly Christmas break.
  • I get my secret Santa gift at work tomorrow.
  • I finished my fourth year reports today!
  • I am so tired that stuff that might normally stress me out just seems to initiate crazed laughter.
  • I just might re-discover the meaning of ‘a good night’s sleep’.
So.  Close.  To.  Sleep.

So. Close. To. Sleep.

*Note to self: shortening ‘medalslut’ in order to create a term of endearment does not work.