I’m a teacher. The assumption is that when teachers go to work we are on our feet all day long, we are exhausted by the end of the day, and we always have to wear the most comfortable shoes because we are constantly on the go. As a kid, I assumed that tired feet and exhausted gams would be my life when I finally became a teacher. I thought that I would be one of those teachers who wears sneakers with her skirts so that she could just stay on her feet and keep helping those kids all day long. For me, at least, that is a myth- the running myself ragged with physical effort. Every day when I check my Wii fit meter to see how many steps I’ve taken, I’m shocked to find it consistently reads under 5000 steps! That’s just around two miles, if I break 4000 steps! So much for the theory that teachers are running around like crazy… Or perhaps I’m doing my job wrong… But I don’t think so! So generally, at the end of the day, I’m exhausted, worn out and still needing to work out. And these days, I am making myself run the balance left over that I haven’t met through daily life until I get to 10,000 steps.

{I did it! I ran three miles on my treadmill today!!!}
So it shouldn’t amaze me that I regularly resist going for a run or exercising in any capacity after work, yet I fully acknowledge and realize how great I feel when I have consistent, daily exercise. I know as well how strong and accomplished I feel after I finish a solid run! Today was one of those days. Yesterday, Wednesday, I took a day off from working out after a really solid, consistent week and a half of daily, three-mile runs. It wasn’t a planned day off, it just kind of happened, but the net result is that today I’ve gotten just far enough away from my Tuesday run so that I don’t want to run even a little bit today! LOL!
So what am I doing? I’m procrastinating by writing… But now that I’m done procrastinating and whining? Right now I’m grudgingly pulling on my runner tights, putting on my runner socks, getting my favorite pink running shoes out and I’m hitting the trail. Or the treadmill, because that is what I have negotiated with myself on this very hard day for no reason whatsoever to get out and go running.
I’m sure I’ll have a totally different perspective in an hour… I’ll be shouting “I’m the king of the world!” From the front of a gigantic boat somewhere. Or from my bedroom window. Or into my bowl of ice cream. Whatevs. 🙂

{Today we painted “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” in honor of Dr. Seuss’s March 2nd birthday, and I ended up with a little bit of green hair!}

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