A friend who is a teacher commented yesterday that she wasn’t looking forward to today, to school resuming, wondering if that made her a bad teacher. I responded with by telling her that I am looking forward to school going back. Does that make me a bad mother?
Anyway, today is the day. Not only is it the day that school goes back, it is the day that I cling on to the wagon, trying desperately to get on board (again). So at dark o’clock, I was up and out of bed, dragging my sorry arse around the river for day 1 of the Couch to 5K. Did I mention that this was as dark o’clock and you know it was dark, really dark. Oh and cold too only 6 degrees.
I huffed and puffed my way around the track doing the prescribed walking and running, hoping that when my phone would ding to say that it was time for me to change activities I wouldn’t be passing other early morning nutbags. The dings were in my favour this morning, not because my timing was impeccable but because there weren’t many crazy people out in the cold today. I managed to run when I was supposed to, for the entire time. I am feeling pretty good about that, it was a decent start to the day. By walk/running the entire time I finished the loop quicker than I would normally run it, back in the days when I went running regularly. Clearly, despite running regularly back then, I didn’t run quickly. I am looking forward to actually being able to run the river loop one day. All going well, that day will be in 9 weeks, just in time for the next lot of school holidays.
So here I am. The sun has barely risen, the kids are up and about and hopefully getting dressed and ready for school, although judging by the sounds of stomping and thumping I can hear overhead they are more likely to b playing kamikaze off the bunks. Here’s to a great term of predictability and routine where kids go to school on school days, weekends are for fun and all is well in the land of superRelish.