Up down, up down, that is my life.
We went away for the weekend and it was nice. We raced the inaugural Yuengling Lager Jogger 5k and I will have a full race report this week at some point. But the whirlwind trip to Bethlehem was so nice.
We had a nice drive down, checked into the Hotel Bethlehem which was super awesome. We walked around historic Bethlehem, walked around Moravian College’s campus, then racked up a decent bill at the hotel restaurant. Drinks, dinner, dessert, we just had such a wonderful time having a little date night away. It felt kind of like we forced ourselves to go down since we were registered for the race and had hotel reservations. The week leading up to it was long and we were both wiped out by Friday afternoon. But once we got there it was perfect. We both needed the trip, needed the date night, and had a perfect time. So worth it.
The drive back up to NY was less exciting. Reality of going back to life sank in. Oh life, why can’t you always be filled with awesome date nights and wine and running?
We got back a bit late and I had nothing planned for Monday for school. But by the time we got back, if I went to school I’d be lucky to get home by 9pm, I just had so much to do and not a lot of time to do it. I did some rough sketching out of lesson plans, looked up some resources, wrote a few things, then go up extra, stupid, ridiculously early so I could get to school earlier than usual. Because that was my other alternative.
I started my Monday off poorly an it just spiraled from there. At 530am I went to still my foot in my work shoe and started to stick my foot in when I noticed a bit of webbing on it. I grabbed it and started to pull it away, noticing it went all the way inside. Look in, giantfuckingspiderofdeath. I’m surprised for as tired as I was I even noticed the webbing on the edge of the shoe. But boy am I glad I did, because a spider on my foot at 530am would just be the best way to start my day ever *insert eyeroll here* Instead I threw the shoe across the room, squealed frantically, and proceeded to flail like a freak, feeling all creepy crawly. UGH. And that’s the story of how I wore dirty sneakers with dress pants to work yesterday. I also felt husband this note-
to which he replied-
I love that man. I can’t find my shoes, I have no idea what he did with them, but I sure do love him.
On top of my spider incident, I was at school by 615am and sitting in my room doing work. I could feel my ill-preparedness all day long. And I had a pre observation meeting with my principal and the lesson I spent almost four hours on he ended up having me gut and redo. The kids were wild all day and I was never not busy. The day just took everything out of me. I wanted to run after school. I knew it would help me feel better, but after a hard race Sunday, I needed to make sure I gave my injury time to recover, so my run is being put off until Today.
It’s just crazy that Saturday could be so perfect then today could be so… life.
Best part of your weekend?
Spiders- day ruined or an easy kill?