March Madness

I realize that's about the most over-used and therefore unoriginal title for anything, but whatever. It's probably trademarked to boot. However, it does aptly describe my state of mind/being, which is far from being zen, at peace with world and content with myself.

If I remember correctly, March is a bit of nightmare work-wise, but I forget about that quality until I'm actually experiencing the nightmare. Perhaps that's a good thing, because I don't dread it, it just *happens* and then I hate my life for the few weeks until spring break finally arrives. I know, I know, I'm complaining about March when it does deliver some gift - that oh-so desired and necessary week off from students (not, usually, from work). But in the meantime, I feel AP exams looming, too many distractions for the students and reasons to slack off, along with a short day here, missing a day there. Plus, there is this event that I have to plan and then the worry that comes with the event (will I pull it off or will the head of school fire me?). And, finally, the curse of the second-semester seniors has hit, so I find myself running after students far more than I like to do.

Woe is me.

To top it all off, I have felt very frustrated about the foot situation on the one hand, and then freaked out about the entire concept of the Wildflower Triathlon. At some point, I planned to dedicate some thought to the "Why compete in a triathlon?" question. Now, since I've downgraded my entire approach to the triathlon from the "compete concept" to "just finish it and don't be last", I think that I'll save the deep thoughts for another day.

I have, however, spent plenty of time thinking about the Tri and how it is now 8 weeks away (Oh, Fuck!) and how I should be ratcheting up my so-called training program. Should, should, should. I finally got out on the bike again today, after much berating myself all week. Michael accompanied me, and we had a fantastic ride around town! We started with a pretty major climb - I think we were averaging 2 miles per hour on it, or something super lame like that - but I remember doing this climb back in the fall, and I actually felt great today. Also, major points for me - I did not fall, although I almost did as I came home. So graceful.

So, cycling continues to not cause any issues for my foot, which makes me quite happy. I realize that I sound like the most boring person in the world now that I've seriously dedicated myself to limiting my walking. We had snow in the mountains the past two weekends, and I missed it because of my left foot. I haven't even taken the dogs out for walks these days!

On a totally different note, I am chaperoning students on a bus today/tonight to see our basketball team. I have spirit, yes I do, I have spirit! Go team go!

See, there's your March Madness!