excitement abounds
I’m so excited about this weekend I just can’t stop thinking about it. It’s nice motivation, you know?
I’m doing a triathlon for free(!!!) thanks to a cycling friend, Christina. Wes and I are driving to St. Pete tonight after work to stay in the Holiday Inn, and then the tri is early tomorrow morning (starting at about 7:30). Mom is even going to meet us there! I’m hoping to be done with it in less than an hour and a half (70 minutes is my goal), and then we’ll clean up, check out, and head somewhere for lunch. After that, we’re going to hang out on some beach. Then we’ll depart for home again where I plan to absolutely pass out.
I guess writing this is the equivalent to writing the little books about my weekend in first grade, in which I wrote about my adventures with my sister Sara. It’s exciting to have somewhere to go, something to do that I’ve been anticipating for a long time, and to have my loved ones (Mom and Wes) come out to support me.
Can you tell I don’t travel much and that I love the Gulf Coast?
I want to do my best with this event. I can’t control who anyone else is or how they do, but I really want to beat those mental demons that make me think the run will never end. The run will be tough, but the faster I go, the quicker it will be over and the more satisfied I will be. I will have to remember that. Thursday’s practice bike and run was good because it challenged me, but it was bad because I got a little disheartened. It was tough, and I was a lot slower than Lauren. But she’s a runner first, and I just don’t have the runner’s build, though I enjoy it and do my best. However, my own rhythm felt good, slow as it was. I’ll just push myself more tomorrow. Yes!
Okay, back to grading. I think my students don’t realize how lucky they are to get to be graded on their writing: their self-expression, their ideas. Why do some things that come so easily to some come so difficult for others? The obvious answer is to say it’s like running, cycling, and swimming: some bodies are just made for certain activities, but that doesn’t mean we can’t adapt and learn, with practice.
I’m doing a triathlon for free(!!!) thanks to a cycling friend, Christina. Wes and I are driving to St. Pete tonight after work to stay in the Holiday Inn, and then the tri is early tomorrow morning (starting at about 7:30). Mom is even going to meet us there! I’m hoping to be done with it in less than an hour and a half (70 minutes is my goal), and then we’ll clean up, check out, and head somewhere for lunch. After that, we’re going to hang out on some beach. Then we’ll depart for home again where I plan to absolutely pass out.
I guess writing this is the equivalent to writing the little books about my weekend in first grade, in which I wrote about my adventures with my sister Sara. It’s exciting to have somewhere to go, something to do that I’ve been anticipating for a long time, and to have my loved ones (Mom and Wes) come out to support me.
Can you tell I don’t travel much and that I love the Gulf Coast?
I want to do my best with this event. I can’t control who anyone else is or how they do, but I really want to beat those mental demons that make me think the run will never end. The run will be tough, but the faster I go, the quicker it will be over and the more satisfied I will be. I will have to remember that. Thursday’s practice bike and run was good because it challenged me, but it was bad because I got a little disheartened. It was tough, and I was a lot slower than Lauren. But she’s a runner first, and I just don’t have the runner’s build, though I enjoy it and do my best. However, my own rhythm felt good, slow as it was. I’ll just push myself more tomorrow. Yes!
Okay, back to grading. I think my students don’t realize how lucky they are to get to be graded on their writing: their self-expression, their ideas. Why do some things that come so easily to some come so difficult for others? The obvious answer is to say it’s like running, cycling, and swimming: some bodies are just made for certain activities, but that doesn’t mean we can’t adapt and learn, with practice.