I'm just checking in to say hi and say I've been busy,busy.
My job has involved juggling a few projects that will come to a peak this month. It's still great, but it's exhausting.
Yesterday was a student outing and my boss was stuck in a morning meeting, a few of my volunteers went off plan and had to reeled back in, there were paperwork details to finish and quieting 53 fifteen year olds long enough to take roll pushed me a little. But the rest of the day brought moments of calm and grace and was a success.
Today was easier and I'm taking tomorrow off to do a friend's taxes and catch up on home stuff. I'd like to get a medium long run in too.
I've stayed committed to 3 runs and 3 sessions at the gym (which also include some running) and total rest one day a week. It sounds like a lot, but it helps with the stress. Part of what I do at the gym is relaxing floor work*.
Not as relaxing, but almost, are my recent travels to nowhere on a rowing machine. My trainer showed me proper form, because I was under the false impression that my knees wouldn't like it. My knees love it, but my hands:
Griffin says that little can be done to avoid the calluses (I don't think gloves would be comfortable as my hands get sweaty) and that he will race me next time we are there at the same time.
In other catch up news, I don't think I mentioned that I am taking a very informal course in opera. My Mr. Peaches is a life long opera buff** and very active with our local opera company. I've been attending live performances, two simulcasts from The Met and watching DVDs and DVRs. It's a wonderful opportunity to explore the artform.
So busy, busy but fine. This evening we have Peaches here and I'm hoping to cast on a hat.
* Relaxing unless 3 teenagers loudly plant themselves next to you and the two females have recently doused themselves in something that smells like the inside of an Ambercrombie & Fitch. I did, gently, tell them to rethink it next time.
** Mr. P. met Pavarotti years ago, his cousin was a doorman at La Scala.