Saturday
14thMay
Distance: 2:35miles
Time: 33.53 Avg Speed:4.16mph Avg Pace 14.26min/mile
Calories
Burned 416 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 750
OOOWWWWWWW!
Did not want to do that! My alarm went off at 6:32 I turned it off and rolled
over thinking ‘sod it, I can’t do it today’ and settled down. Yet I didn’t settle
I lay there listening to the gentle snore of my Raison d'être (please
note I have found the little accent hatty thing!) and my over active brain
started to niggle at me. It would not let me lie, I tried to fight it but my
inner self, the driven one, the one that never gives up, the one that never
lets me stop, the one who’s strength is the bedrock of my being, the one who I am
depending on to get me through the next few months shouted at me,
“Get
your lazy fat ass out of bed and go do what you know you need to do, fat ass”
So
after such admonishment from oneself I had no choice but to drag the aforesaid “fat
ass” out of its pit –a bed which is worth pointing out is the world’s MOST
comfy- pull on my lycra, a feeble attempt at restraining the “fat ass,” fasten
up my trusted running shoes and strap my tracker and iPod to my arms and set
off.
Having
really enjoyed the route I took last week I decided to go much the same way
however as I had finished just shy of 2 miles last week (and that rankled!) I took
a slightly more convoluted route over The Ridge and down across Meanwood Beck
thus ensuring that I covered the extra 0.05 of a mile that was requisite to the
task. It was another beautiful morning; I really do enjoy being up early and
seeing the city before it has begun to wake. On a Saturday the locality sleeps
later and there are so few people around just a few cars, dog walkers, random
cyclists and fellow early morning runners. With the advent of Park Run many
people do that on a Saturday morning but I prefer to be up earlier, Park run
does not kick off till about 9am and by that time I am home showered and ready
to face the day. Also I much prefer to run alone I am by choice a solitary
runner. Anyone who knows me knows I can talk! 
“Oh no!” you cry” Surely not? You a talker?!! Why you are such a quiet little thing, I would
never say you are a talker!” so running with others and chatting as we go
simply does not appeal to me. In truth I do enjoy solitude, in my work solitude
is a Never-Going-To-Happen type of situation. Even in my personal life I am so
busy and always with others, which I love, yet when the opportunity to sit and
contemplate my naval arises, I love it. Solitude and appreciation of it is a
great gift, I know many people fear it and hate being alone, I suppose I am lucky
because the solitude I enjoy is by choice and not brought on by loneliness,
which is whole other ball game and not my topic of choice for today’s ramblings.
Yet lucky I am and at 7am on a; beautiful, fresh, early summer morning I was
out with the birds, pounding the streets enveloped in my own joyful solitude.
If
I am honest although reluctant to get started this morning I needed to run and
clear my head today. This last week had been SATs week (no I won’t go off on a
rant here I will keep my soap box under the table) and I had seen the effect
that these wretched tests have on children, suffice to say I would like to
stick the papers up the education ministers smug ass, that aside my heart
bleeds for the 10 and 11 year olds who have been subjected to this draconian (insert
any of the following harsh,
severe, strict, extreme, drastic, stringent, tough, swingeing, cruel, brutal, oppressive, ruthless, relentless, summary, punitive, authoritarian, despotic, tyrannical, arbitrary, repressive, iron-fisted here);method of assessing their worth.
I have taught two very different Year 6 classes this week. The first are a delightful,
bright, committed and enthusiastic group of students who will, I am certain, do
well and continue to enjoy education and get all that they can from it
extending their potential at every given opportunity. The second were different. I had taught them before a
week or so ago and to be honest when the call came to go there again I really
should have said no, but I didn’t I went with a ”how bad can it be attitude?” I
should have listened to my doubts, I should have said no! I should have put on
my Lycra and run, run as far as possible. Never has a day dragged so long. Never
have I checked my watch so many times willing it to be more than 2 minutes
since I last looked. Never have found myself thinking that I was too old for
this game! I had an awful day surrounded by the rudest most reluctant learners I
have ever taught. They simply did not value their education and thought that
rudeness was ‘funny’. That violence was acceptable. That everything was boring.
I realise they were “Satted out” as all year sixes were this week but this was
a different kind of feeling. It was because I felt so blerr and drained and wrung out that I really needed to run. To run
in my little bubble of solitude, my self-imposed fortress of isolation and now I
have done it I am glad. I have left the blerr behind, cleared my head, worked
my legs and am now ready to face the day.
Later
today I will have my annual Eurovision birthday party for my Raison d'être.
I will be surrounded by the friends who are as daft as me and love this annual cheese
fest like I do but more of that next week. For now I will close as always by
saying thank you for your support and if you could see your way to logging onto
my just giving page https://www.justgiving.com/Janet-Lewis3
and sparing me a few pennies I and www.musculardystrophyuk.org
would be most grateful.
Thank you
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