School, Work and Races

Well, I suppose now that school is in session I have a legit excuse to not be blogging so much. It's not that I'm out doing blog worthy things, unless you love reading about the monotony of homework. Hey, if that's your fancy, more power to you. The world needs more geeks like you. [; No really. It's more that I'm out doing homework, and running, and working, and not having enough time to see my other half. It's tragic really. Before school started up again we were spending the majority of time together, quite happily. Now that I'm away most of the time, life is ridiculously lonely. That's not to say I don't have enough to do without him, but I'd prefer to be with him than what I'm currently doing. I.E. The next five months. This could be long.

Happily, I have the most amazing employers, who are completely willing to work with my insane schedule, comprised specifically of school and cross country. In reciprocating, I've opted to take a work release class to where I'm available at 1:00 p.m., instead of the typical 3:00 p.m. when school usually gets out. However, because of xc, I'm available only from 1-3, and 6-8. I know, it's odd. The best part about this situation is after xc is over, I'll be available from 1-8 consecutively if they want me. Hooray!

Yesterday was the first 5k I've done in my entire life. While the time wasn't magnificent, I was completely proud of myself for a. not stopping at any point, b. maintaining a steady+fast pace the entirety of it, and c. even passing a few chickas. Mostly, I'm amazed that it was so fun. However, my joy was soon broken when after I finished a number of people [coaches and members alike] commented how I wasn't taking it seriously enough, because I was smiling almost the entire time. I'm aware that I shouldn't take it so personally, but to be immediately cut after feeling so accomplished and moving my trash out for the last 3.1 miles was a bit more disheartening than I expected. Also, I knew my parents wouldn't be there, which was completely understandable, but once the race was over and I saw most of the other kids with their rents so proud of them my heart sank a little more. I suppose now I'm just whining. Initially I considered dropping the team. But I've trained so hard to just quit. I couldn't rationalize it. I still can't. But I don't particularly want to be part of a team that doesn't even smile. Input anyone?

I suppose now I'm out to shower for work. I just got back about ten minutes ago from another run. I now understand why people think distance runners are crazy. Because they are. Who runs a 5k and then less than 8 hours later go run another 45 minutes? Cheers.