Monthly Archives: May 2013

I Love Commuting…

…said no one ever. Spending more than two hours a day driving is no fun. But, getting to come back to run down streets like these makes it all worth it.

ImageThis could be a running ad-how could you NOT want to run down a street like this?!

Or at least, mostly worth it. Yes, the drive and traffic and lack of good music on the radio before 7am is no fun. And performing a daily balancing act, eating peanut butter toast and drinking coffee without spilling any on my work clothes, can be a little tricky. But I’m loving where I am.Β  I am embracing the North shore, the wonderful company I have and the peace and quiet I get to come home too. Not hearing the T, cars bustling by and yelling from our neighbors (I never figured out why this was a daily occurrence),Β  is really wonderful.

I’m determined to make the most of June, to enjoy myself amidst the craziness of life at the current moment. I’m going to run more. Read more. Do more of things I like (how’s that for a lofty goal?). Spend more time with friends. For now, even though it’s still May, I’m focusing on run more. 2 days in a row so far this week-which hasn’t happened in a very long time.

ImageI’m hoping to get back to sharing more about the exciting adventures in first grade, and the amazing lines that you’ll only hear a 7 year old (or 6 3/4) say, but for tonight, work is staying at work, and I’m thinking about my next run.

Let’s be honest, I’m actually thinking about how early is acceptable to go to bed with my new 5:30am wake up call πŸ˜‰

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“Sorry, We’re Open” and a Wacky Week

This week has been nutty. Good things, bad things, busy things. And now this weekend brings a move. Holy-I-feel-like-I’m-neglecting-the-blog-and-I-don’t-like-it! Writing here has given me an outlet, a way to share all my stories from work and the goings-on in my life. And I’ve missed it (hopefully some of you have too!). Much of the weekend so far has been spent looking like this, smiling deliriously from box-making, bubble-wrapping, taping and lifting fun!

Image…so I figured I’d take a little break for some updates. The job search is well underway, with all the stressful interviews, lesson planning and what-if-I-don’t-get-a-job fears, and hopefully I’ll soon have something wonderful to report. For now, I’m trying to enjoy the kiddos in my class for the last 23 more days (I’m definitely not counting πŸ˜‰ ) and the ways they make me laugh.

First grade humor is the best. I don’t know which is better, when they read jokes and butcher the words a bit or when they make up jokes on the spot. Immediately following the punch lines, they always burst out laughing; I don’t know if I end up laughing at the joke or at their reactions to the jokes.Β  Today’s favorite: There’s a store that no one really likes. What sign do they put on the door during the day? Sorry, we’re open. Cue laughter, knee slapping, possibly falling out of your lunch seat kind of excitement from the joker. The follow up joke? (For when one joke isn’t enough) “Ms. Sacco, why don’t fish like to play basketball? Because they are afraid of nets.” Nothing beats humor like this, probably because my first graders are the ones telling the jokes.

As far as workouts-this week has been sadly lacking. A run on Sunday left me with some calf pain (maybe from the run, maybe from wearing heels Saturday night) so I took a few days off. I got myself back to the gym yesterday, though it was a bit of a struggle, and I was reminded of how good working out makes me feel-strong. empowered. healthy. I’m hoping for my own sanity and physical well-being that I can back on track next week.

Speaking of my physical well-being, I checked something else off my to-do list this week and got a physical. And found out I have high cholesterol. SO strange. The recommendations are a diet low in fat and sugar and regular exercise, which I think I’m doing. I guess I’ll have to be more conscious of this and keep eating things like this for lunch-which for a mash-up of leftover roasted veggies and chickpea salad was delish!

Image 1Tomorrow I move up north for the month of June, and while the commute might be tricky, I am excited for the change of scenery and hopefully some new running routes to get me back to what I love. How do you get back into something (running or whatever) when you’ve taken a little break? I’m heading back to the wonderful world of packing πŸ™‚

Have a wonderful weekend!

 

Looking Forward

Yesterday marked a month since the Boston Marathon. It is truly crazy how fast time flies; I was not at all prepared to hear a month had passed when I turned on the news yesterday morning. Driving through the city this week, the yellow and blue Boston Strong and One Fund signs offered a comfort and a reminder that Boston is a city united. Much has happened over the last month, and I have tried to look forward at what I can do to show the strength of the city I live in.

A package came in the mail from the BAA on Tuesday afternoon. My medal. No, not my medal, but the medal that I was supposed to get after 26.2 miles.Β  It doesn’t seem right that I have it, and to be honest I’ve only looked at it once. It’s sitting in its manila envelope next to my desk. My plan is to find a way to get it to a victim’s family, to someone who needs a reminder of the strength and perseverance they possess and that all my thoughts (as well as so many others’) are with them.Β  My plan for the weekend is to open the envelope again, find a way to contact someone about sending my medal off, and feeling more contented is that the medal is with someone who deserves it, who needs it, who suffered in so many ways on a day that was supposed to be a celebration.

A friend said to me tonight, “I was worried after the marathon that you wouldn’t run again.” I have to admit, for a few days I didn’t think I would ever do Boston again. And then I realized I need to, for myself, for my family and friends, for the people who will never get to run. The BAA’s announcement today that all the runners who weren’t able to finish the 2013 Marathon will get to run the 2014 Marathon was a refreshing reminder to look forward. Keep running. Find new routes. Get racing again. This week, I’ve tried to remind myself of these things, and even explored the South End for a quick run yesterday.

ImageBoston is Strong. And I’m beginning to realize I am too πŸ™‚

Compression Sock Voodoo

In the past week, I’ve done a very good job at getting my workouts in. I’m attributing this part-nicer weather and part stress. When I’m stressed, I need to workout to feel better. And then eat large amounts of food, which in the past few days has meant binge-eating Swedish Fish. Candy=my weakness.Β  Anyways, I’ve been trying to get more running in while keeping other things-like hot yoga and cross-training, which are equally important to keeping myself a healthy runner.

Since Saturday weather wasn’t great, and I had run on Friday, I decided to push my weekend run to Sunday. I’m so used to “Saturday long runs” from marathon training that this definitely felt a bit weird, but Sunday morning I woke up ready to run. Until I walked outside into the drizzle. For an accident-prone person like me, running the rain means a strong likelihood of slipping and falling. Since I occasionally fall walking up stairs in my apartment, I wasn’t about to risk slipping on a public sidewalk! My solution was the treadmill, and the treadmill and I have a very love-hate relationship. I threw these amazing new socks on and got moving.

ImageMy plan was 4 miles, and I was going to allow a walking break because the treadmill is that painfully boring for me. I was stunned when I made it to 5 miles. As in, that’s the farthest I’ve ever run on the revolving belt of death (it’s not that terrible I suppose but nothing compares to outside). I was seriously proud. That small accomplishment gave me a little confidence in the insane decision I made Saturday morning…I’m signed up for the Fairfield Half Marathon on June 23. I figure after making it 5 miles, what’s 8.1 more?! Slightly crazy, I know, but running it with my friend will make it all worth it. I’ll just have to make sure I don’t get too excited participating in “Hopscotch Around the World” inΒ  first grade P.E. and hurt myself

Have a wonderful start to the week! Trying to figure out a way to fit in a run tomorrow, and what color socks I’ll wear…though no matter what, the color of my face after a run draws the eye away from my brightly colored socks πŸ˜‰

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A Wonderful, Workoutful Weekend

I seriously needed this weekend. I got a little self-centered and did many things for myself, but, you know what? Sometimes that’s okay. It’s not always selfish to think of what you need and how you can do things for yourself. In fact, it’s needed sometimes.Β  For me, it meant two great workouts. Some good ol’ elliptical time and serious ab work yesterday. My new goal is to incorporate abs into working out at least 3 times per week, and I got 2 times in this week so there is still room for improvement. Maybe it was my music, maybe it was the new issue of Glamour I was reading, but I didn’t get bored and made it a whole 40 minutes. Couldn’t have done a minute more, but I’m proud of the accomplishment. Today was 5 miles on the treadmill. While it would’ve been nice to wait and get my run done this afternoon when the sun was shining and humidity was zapped out of the air, I got it done this morning and can check that off my list.Β  And, in the spirit of celebrating distractions, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Law and Order on side by side TVs definitely helped.

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Celebrating Mother’s Day with my family was so nice, and even nicer that they came to Boston so I didn’t need to come home. What family visit would be complete without my gentlemanly brothers seeing who can avoid carrying Lauren’s stuff, and one of my brothers putting a particularly frightening picture (to me) as my computer background. Once a sneak, always a sneak I suppose πŸ˜‰ But for the positives, it was amazing to get to cross the finish line on Boylston with my family, and to get some time to walk around Boylston and Copley Square after lunch. The sun was shining and the city was abuzz, the way it should be. Happy Mother’s Day to all my readers who are moms!!

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Roses, a diamond, and an attitude adjustment.

I’m pretty sure my first graders are the coolest people in my life. Yesterday, one of the boys gave me a diamond. The necessary follow-up to this is to tell you that this diamond was drawn with black and blue markers on a piece of paper, carefully cut out and “delivered” to me.Β  I was greeted yesterday morning with a chocolate cupcake. And this morning, with a bouquet of white roses. Just when I think it’s been one of the longest weeks I’ve had in a while, three special deliveries totally change my attitude.

Attitude. It can totally change a workout, a meeting, a day at work. When I was little, I can remember my grandma telling me I needed an “attitude adjustment” when I would get a little grumpy. And while I haven’t been grumpy (maybe just a bit whiny), I think I could still benefit from an attitude adjustment. Juggling lots of things at one time is part of being a grown-up. And I think being 23, and being responsible for 21 kiddos makes me a grown-up.Β  Over the last few weeks, I have consumed myself with the business of day-to-day life and errands. I’ve decided it’s okay to feel down because, after all, I have been dealing with the aftermath of April 15. So have a lot of other people. Yes, there’s a lot going on. And yes, I’m still trying to figure out if I’ll have my own classroom for next year. But there’s much to be grateful for.

I’m grateful for my family, that I am healthy and get new chances to run every week. I’m grateful for my friends, those at work who can share an eye roll or an “Oh My God” as we lead lines of crazed kiddos down the hallway. I’m grateful for a great run around my neighborhood and the reservoir with a friend, the perfect way to start the weekend. At times the sun was definitely a bit hot, but after a long, cold rainy, few months of runs it certainly is nice to be able to run in shorts and a tank. So today, my attitude adjustment was a great run.

I’m thankful it’s FINALLY Friday and that I got a run in today, fingers crossed it’s not down pouring and I can get another one in on Sunday. Happy running, Happy Friday, Happy weekend!

Ladybugs and When it’s Okay to Cry

So apparently, it’s Teacher Appreciation Week. This morning, I got a sweet card and box of fun ladybug clothespins from one student, who’s mom had to ask me to remind him he had a present for the teachers in the room πŸ˜‰ Another first grader brought me perfectly purple flowers in a paper cup. Sweet kids in my room. It’s lots of fun to reap the perks of Teacher Appreciation Week, but I have to acknowledge how much I appreciate my job. Every day, I get to get up and greet 21 bright-eyed (mostly, sometimes they are a little sleepy) little people who are looking forward to art class and recess, and their biggest problem is that they forgot to write down the book they read in their reading log.

The surprise comedy moments I experience every day are one of the best parts of my job. A personal favorite today was a response to “What should we do when we get frustrated if something is hard? Crumple up our papers and have a temper tantrum?” We should cry. Well, obviously, that’s the only logical thing to do when times get tough. And hey, I can totally respect and relate to that answer. And for the record, no one cried making 3-D shapes, though we had to remind a few kids that sometimes you need to ask for help before you turn your shape into a flatten crumpled paper.

I get some of my best lines from 6 and 7 year olds. And I’m not afraid to admit it. Kids who ask if they can play rock, paper, scissors, or if it’s too violent? Yep, you know they’re awesome. Even on a day like today when I boarded the struggle bus at 8:30 missing one of my two daily cups of coffee, my first grade peeps guarantee me at least one laugh.

I’m off to decompress from a day of windshields and movers. And hopefully to get a few more laughs in before I collapse into bed. Happy Hump-Day!