Where, oh where, have all my words gone?

Where, oh where, can they be?

Where have I BEEN?!?!

I’ve been running. That’s right. Actually running. Training. Working. Planning. I know that doesn’t take over my life – that there is more going on than that – but it makes me tired. Well, that’s not entirely true – it gives me more energy. But the first few weeks of working out put me into a mental exhaustion that makes me do one of two things at night: veg out to bad tv (helllloooooo again, American Idol!) or mindlessly cruise the internet (reading the blogs of people who take the time to actually write).

But it’s been three weeks or so. My longest run is almost up to six miles, and I’ve run 6 of 7 days for the last three weeks. And I’m feeling great about it. My goal is a half-marathon in May and I’m going to do whatever I can to get there. I might not lose any weight doing it (why IS that, by the way?) but at least I’ll be able to wear shorts to Disney World without frightening young children.


Really? School tomorrow?

I spent today at school, too, but there were no children there, so it was actually a very nice day. I had about 146 things on my to-do list and I did about 100 of them, but those other 46 need to be done…now. Guess I’m starting out the second semester behind. Awesome. As an added bonus, this is the first spring since 2005 that I haven’t had a student teacher. You know what this means, don’t you? I HAVE TO TEACH. While I’m tired. While the kids have senioritis/spring fever/h1n1.

What was really the best part of my day happened at noon. I went for a run. Outside. And it was beautiful. I always forget that when I’m pounding on the treadmill, but I was thrilled by the reminder today. I calibrated my Nike+ sensor so I’m now officially tracking my runs. I’ve joined a challenge. I’m accountable.

I think I’m going to run a half marathon in June.

Resolutions, shmesolutions

So I used to do the resolution thing. I made myself all sorts of promises about things I would do or stop doing or change about myself and my behavior. Turns out that they really didn’t work. Resolutions are sort of like giving up something for Lent, aren’t they? Just a hell of a lot longer, which is why I think they don’t work. Plus, how many resolutions can one person make in a lifetime? How many things about ourselves are really that terrible that we need to make permanent changes year after year?

So I’m not making any resolutions. I’m at a place where I like myself again, and resolutions are only going to make me feel worse. I’ll keep working out, I’ll keep staying as positive as I can, I’ll keep making my time with Megan and Ryan as meaningful as possible, I’ll keep working to make my classes challenging and relevant, I’ll continue to be thankful for the blessings I do have while pursuing ways to make my life worthwhile and interesting.

And I’ll master this Motorola Droid.