Today was a FULL day at school. Not necessarily a bad day, but just one of those days that really illustrates what it's like to have 21 little (okay, actually, most of them have BIG) personalities from ages 8-11 in one little mobile unit for a full day of learning two different grade level curriculums. Near the end of the school day, I was worn out. The idea of my Wednesday long run seemed a little doubtful.
Something happened though in that magical moment when I saw all my little babies out to the buses. It was warm and pretty, and I had that mushy they-might-drive-me-crazy-but-I-love-these-children feeling I get a chance to breathe for a second. I collected my goodbye hugs and the unexpected look back and wave from a student who really needs and cherishes that last little bit of attention.
And suddenly, I got my second wind! Going home to run 10 miles seemed not only practical, but undeniably tempting! So, after a brief meeting, I was free to rush home, lace up, don my running skirt for the first time since autumn and I hit the road.
10 miles: done. It was a lovely, uneventful run.
Half-marathon in 11 days: suddenly realistic. I'm excited!