I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Don’t know everythingLiza
Were you worried about me? The paper pile almost killed me, but after two full days of labor and one deep paper cut, I have triumphed.
Eliot took Asa to Houston for the weekend and I just sat and worked and wrote training plans and budgeted and worked — and rearranged a few pieces of furniture — and made a valence. Showered once. Drank a few green smoothies. And worked. It really is staggering how much you can get done when a four year-old isn’t around. (Yes, of course, I couldn’t stop thinking about what a sweetheart he is by Sunday afternoon — but not until about 4pm.) Anyway, now I’m in a good place to ignore all the paperwork again and start spending all my free time running (and coaching.)
One of the best things about coaching is all the fine questions I get to research. One of my students on the Wilderness First Responder course up in Baltimore wrote on my evaluation that sometimes I didn’t know the answer to a question. Yes, 20 year-old kid, my history, education,and nursing degrees, professional experience running rescue and providing aid in the wilderness, and general bookishness has not prepared me to answer every question. (And if you left the class thinking I did, it’d speak more to my conceit and my ability to make things up than my depth of knowledge.) But if it’s an important question or tickles my fancy, (yours obviosly didn’t) I’ll hunt the answer down. Best question from the Enchanted Rock Wilderness First Aid course last weekend:
“We have to give our chickens an herbal calming medication after a thunder storm or they’ll fall over dead. Why is that?”
“I do not know.” (I’m still researching that one. Chicken heart attacks? Drugged backyard chickens? Now that’s intriguing.)
All this is to say that I’ve gotten some great physiology questions lately that I kind of knew the answer to, but not entirely. And it’s been a treat to figure things out.
All right, enough writing, time for some lacrosse ball and PVC pipe rolling torture and playing with the little one.
Good grief! I totally forgot to tell you about having to take a new “running picture” with Asa for a magazine. Hijinks, tears and bribery. Tune in tomorrow.