I always tell my students, “I can’t miss you until you go away,” and on Thursday, they left. But as much as I love summer break, the last day is always a little bittersweet. Dozens of them wrote kind, nostalgic words in my yearbook, many of them stopped to hug me, and even a few older kids came by to say hello/goodbye. And this year, my own child is part of the group moving on to eighth grade. Still, celebration permeated the air. (At least I think it was celebration. Could have been Axe.)
But today doesn’t really feel like vacation yet, since it’s a typical Saturday with a 6am alarm.
I don’t know if it was Wednesday’s hill repeats, lack of recovery from last weekend’s half marathon, or general malaise, but I was not feeling it this morning. My Garmin agreed–it went back to sleep between the time I started running (I swear I saw the green arrow) and .35 miles in, when I noticed it was not actually participating in the run.
The first two miles went by slowly. I think we hit the second water stop somewhere around mile three, and while we originally planned to turn left for the loop that made it a six-mile route, I suggested perhaps we turn right and head back a mile early. I had slept wrong and my lower back hurt, it was humid (more storms and flooding hit last night), and I didn’t feel well. Clearly not relishing the thought of dragging my sad carcass along for another three miles, they agreed.
By the time we got back, my drunk Garmin had only counted 4.65 miles (even though I definitely saw the five-mile alert screen just before we turned into the parking lot) of the five we actually completed. I say completed because, well, some walking was involved. And a pit stop.
But we’re not training for anything specific right now, just trying to keep our long runs in the 5-8 mile range. We’ll run longer next weekend. I mean, it’s not like I have to be anywhere for a while.