Ah, back to school. A bit of a let down in comparison to the excitement involved in getting a child off to college, but a milestone nonetheless.
Thing 3 started last Tuesday in grade 5:
We were lucky that summer decided to stick around with some humidity over the long Labor Day weekend and into the first few days of school.
Luna did not appreciate it:
Thing 2 started at her school on Thursday.
No, that’s not a wig. It’s an experiment that cannot be remedied until Sept. 19. While her summertime bravado impressed her less than stellar town friends, I gather it was less than well-received amongst her school crowd. She told me today she’d like to go back to “regular brown.” This will most certainly surprise her hairdresser (who was thrilled to get a teenager actually willing to do something to the left of center with her hair), but it will please her father. Me? I just wish she’d cut it short–she’s got too cute a face to hide it behind any color of hair.
And coinciding with the start of the school year is the crazy. Already there has been a FB battle at Thing 3’s school about the new policy to not allow students to phone home for forgotten things (lunches, sneakers, musical instruments, homework), and in a huge fashion snafu, I discovered on Friday, after spending the entire day wondering what the hell I had forgotten, that I was not wearing a bra. How. Does. That. Happen?
There’s been all sorts of crazy on the training front as well–after not sufficiently knocking on enough wood after posting about an injury free 8 months, my hip reared its angry head and started complaining…loudly. My
magician PT guy fixed me up, and I promptly turned around and went to my coached speed workout session at the track (offered by my running club). I felt pretty good until my last 800, and the subsequent 4 x 400s were excruciating. The pain, though, did not affect my speed: my 800s were at 3:51, 3:48, 3:51 (goal time: 3:55)and my 400s were at 1:42, 1:48, 1:48 and 1:47 (goal time: 1:50).
That I could barely walk through the Bottle King to pick up my six pack did not make me panic (ok, well only a little)–I took two rest days and foam rolled the life out of my leg. Enough so that by Saturday I got in my easy 6.
My bigger concern was my 14 mile “fast finish” on Sunday. I had the option of moving this run to Saturday given that I had to be in the city for a 10 o’clock service on Sunday. But Saturday’s weather was hot and humid (80F with 95% humidity), whereas Sunday was to be more pleasant. So I opted for Sunday, complete with a 4:30am wake up, strapped on the blinky vest for the first time since spring, and headed out.
What a fabulous run–the first 11 miles in 2:04 and the last 3 at 9:27 pace. Albeit, I was hoping for a 9:10 for the last 3 miles, but given how miserable my last several long runs have been, I’ll take it. I feel like I’m in good shape for my 9/21 event.
After returning from the city, I took a nice nap and woke just in time for a 4pm trial rowing class at a local spin studio. I’ve always shied away from erg machines–my arm strength is so poor, but I am constantly on the lookout for interesting cross-training, so I sucked it up and went. And boy I’m glad I did. Because I learned that rowing isn’t really all about the arms (although having them definitely helps), it’s leg strength. And I’ve got that. Even after 14 miles. The very hot, young lycra-clad instructor told me I was a “natural,” so of course I will sign up for more.
Apparently, even after losing a Thing, the crazy just never lets up.