I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Ruby and I arrived at the main entrance of her school at the same moment one of her classmates did. The mom turned to me, sighed, and said: “We just flew in from Cabo late last night, and I just don’t know how P. will do in class today.”
I struggled to respond. Yeah, those mid-week resort trips really throw a wrench in a kid’s schedule — is what I did not say. I addressed the cute three year-old instead: “Did you just fly on a big plane?”
She showed me her mermaid doll and we all left it at that.
The brief interaction brought to mind a runner I met at packet pickup for Mad City. He was nice and friendly, and when he found out I was from San Antonio, he told me he’d been led off course by a race official at the half marathon there. This was particularly upsetting, he said, because he’d been running a 5:30 pace and was 20th overall.
I struggled to respond and came up with the equivalent of:
“Was it a big race official?”
Maybe I need to work on looking less empathetic.
What’s making me happy:
Running: Still nope.