I think it's only been ten days since I was telling you that the half-marathon training group was a little overwhelming for me. I wrote that post hoping that it would help me to figure out what was so hard, and lo, it stopped being quite so hard. Blogging is the answer. Tonight we did a 4.5-mile tempo run with the middle 2.5 miles at a pick-your-own-painful pace. It went really well, but I am toast now -- crispy crispy toast.
I came home to children who were trying to sort out school supplies. Elwood has been handling the school supplies for a few years now, God love him, but this year he's taking a more piecemeal approach. The kids are trying to sort out what they have and what they need, and I am trying to stay out of it. We have so many abandoned school supplies that our craft shelf is like the Island of Misfit Glue Sticks, waiting for Rudolph to come and de-desiccate them. Huh, one would think that the opposite of desiccate might be siccate or ensiccate or something along those lines, but siccate comes from the Latin for totally dried out. Crispy, one might say, like toast after its hard tempo run.
Shall we harrumph for a moment, friends, about the change in school supply requirements? For one of my kids, each member of the class is supposed to bring a roll of masking tape. What will the teacher do with 30 rolls of masking tape? Imagine unspooling a roll of masking tape, yard after sticky yard -- times 30! One wonders, does one not? Will she sell it on the black market? Embark on a little DIY mummification? Let us hope that such a project would involve fewer canopic jars and less natron in the body cavity than the original approach. Although-- I suppose if a person were lamenting his lack of crispiness, a little natron in the body cavity could provide a remedy.
Wait, I was just going to throw up a quick little post about how the running group is going better, and all of a sudden I am telling you about a classful of sixth-graders planning to disembowel themselves in preparation for their entombment. How does this happen to me? I can only infer that my filter has been dehydrated right out of me. I will drink another glass of water in hopes of coaxing it back, and return to mummy-free posting tomorrow.
I might need a new category called "Uncategorizable, because Jamie needs to go to bed already."
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