Liza Howard. Ultrarunning Mom.

Ultrarunning Mom

Hysterical and Running

This was in my inbox this morning from Asa’s teacher.  (Please picture me sitting at a desk covered in paperwork and training plans, wearing an old fluffy white bathrobe, a haphazard ponytail high on my head, and about 2 and half hours of sleep under my belt –bouncing a fussy baby.)
“Good Morning Mr. & Mrs. Howard,
I am just grading the spelling tests for this week and am so amazed by how bright Asa is.  He is one of the few students who got all the words right this week, including the bonus words.  It is really impressive since Spanish is his second language.  He has been so excited about his GPS and was really anxious for me to send home his spelling test last Tuesday to see his grade.  Thanks for all you do at home to help him be successful.
Have a great weekend!”
Screen shot 2013-12-13 at 10.32.50 AMBackstory to my “bright” kid:
I dragged myself out of bed at 7:15 this morning after those lovely 2.5 hours of sleep and joined Eliot and Asa at the breakfast table. Oatmeal eating in progress.  I had ten minutes until I needed to load Asa into the car to get him to school on time.  I looked at the notepad and pencil I’d left at Asa’s place that we were going to use to review his spelling words, which we’d neglected most of the week.  We’d had family in town, and I’d taken advantage of M.’s help to fill every spare moment with running — and being tired from running.  So Asa and I had not enacted our daily spelling torture, during which I bribe and harangue the boy while he fidgets and fusses and drags the learning of twelve words into 90 minutes.  We’d only filled two afternoons with soul-sucking study of the tricky ‘k’ and ‘x’ words.  So the whole 10-minutes to study, finish a bowl of oatmeal, brush teeth and load up in the car — wasn’t ideal.  Yeah, and I was still in my pj’s and hadn’t had any coffee.
I channeled my inner schoolmarm and shoved those words into the boy’s brain — accents, silent ‘h’s’, and all.  Hexágono.  Really?!
So yeah, you’re welcome for that Sra. H.  (And yes, I did bribe the boy with a GPS.  Three perfect tests = one base model GPS.  I’m not proud of my behavior, but I’m looking forward to some geocaching adventures.)
I’ve gotten in some good running this past week.  I’m not running very fast, but my endurance is returning, which feels good.  I’ve got 9 pounds of baby weight to go to get back down to racing weight. Bleh.  I can’t wait to run Bandera’s 100 kilometers.  They won’t be fast kilometers, but I’m going to really enjoy being able to do them.
Gratuitous Ruby Picture:  Ruby and Auntie M.
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Is it me or does Ruby resemble The Oatmeal’s Blerch?
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