I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Asa’s soccer practice was canceled yesterday evening. San Antonio had a wild cold snap and it was in the low 60s when the three year-olds were supposed to start their comedy routine. (The other way!!!! Run the other way!!! That’s the wrong gooooal!!!!!!) You read correctly, soccer practice was canceled due to 60 degree weather. Call me Tiger Mom heartless, but I think they should have risked the frostbite and hypothermia. Sure, it was some 30 degrees cooler than the day before, but it struck me as a Decline-and-Fall-of-the-Roman-Empire moment. Our children are too delicate for 60 degrees? To be fair, it was also windy, and those miniature soccer balls can really get going with a little wind behind them. The last windy practice had preschoolers and their parents chasing balls down across three soccer fields. I’m just bitter because I was looking forward to hearing my good friend O. holler Star Wars analogies at her son during practice. “The goal is the sarlacc and you’re Boba Fett!” (The sarlacc is the giant sand hole monster — in case you’re not up on your motivational Star Wars soccer analogies.)
I’ve had trouble settling down into blogging everyday again. My ability to compose sentences atrophied in the Gila — along with my leg muscles. I was also working with really good writers and storytellers, which makes me feel a bit self-conscious about my vacuous journaling. This too shall pass.
Amanda and I are going to hash out the details of training for Western States today and I can’t wait to add the numbers to my lovely yellow calendar creation.
So here is what my instructor friends were eating during the Gila course: 2 scoops Muscle Milk, 1/2 cup oatmeal, coffee, one Clif Builder’s Bar, one Balance Bar, one packet of tuna, 1/2 cup black beans, handful of almonds, and spices. Every day. Can you guess the diet?