Running makes everything seem a little better

imageI really, really, really wanted to run all weekend long.  Non-runners really have no clue how much of a help running can truly be to somebody.

Year 11 Computing exams were last week and I have also been trying to tie odd ends up at school knowing that I have only just over a month left of teaching at this school before leaving my job.  On top of this, I have been travelling back to Norfolk (a two hour drive in each direction) several times a week to visit Mum in hospital or back at home and trying to book various bits for our wedding now that we have a date for next year!

I didn’t get a chance to run over the weekend as I was so busy seeing my family and trying to help out whilst I was back in Norfolk.  I had lots I wanted to go through in my head after speaking to Mum and seeing how much pain she was in.

Monday ended up being a long day at school.  One of my form ran down the ICT/textiles corridor at the end of the day with a bright red stamp and stamped all of the display boards and walls so at the end of the day calls were made, and arrangements for the delightful child to scrub down the walls and replace the displays over as many lunchtimes this week as it takes.

I had taken my running clothes to work and by 4:30 I NEEDED that run.  It didn’t even cross my mind to not head out there despite only having 30 mins left to get a run in by the time I’d dealt with the member of my form and the walls!

I changed and headed out around the park behind our school.  I decided that as it had been a long and busy week with lots to take in I needed to pound out my miles quickly and with determination so this is what I did, running at about a 9:10mm pace for most of the 2.72mile run.  It was warm, but not unbearable and I loved the chance to think everything through without having to worry about putting on a ‘front’ for somebody or paying 100% attention to 30 kids in my care.  It gave me a chance to digest the information I’ve had about my Mum and the strong chance that she won’t make it to my wedding – or ever see her grandchildren – without people telling me how I should feel in the situation.

It gave me a chance to think about my wedding and what I wanted it to be and what is important to Dan and I, rather than what other people would like our wedding to be.

When I first started training to become a teacher four years ago I used to take teaching to heart and any comment thrown slightly my way would upset me an enormous amount.  Now, I likely think it over during a run, joke about it with Dan in the car on the way home from work and I have usually forgotten it ever happened before the next day at work.

So many running blogs I read are written by teachers.  I don’t think this is coincidence – a lot can be said for heading out on a nice day for a run to clear your mind after taking on board so much in a teaching day.  Running is the best therapy I know of!

Breakfast this morning: a third of a pot of vanilla yoghurt.

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Lunch: a salad consisting of lettuce, cheese, grapes and a tomato with some caesar dressing for the lettuce.

imageBy the time I got back from running club, Dan had reheated the remainder of the pasta bake from Monday along with a stick of garlic bread.

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Cats are crueller than kids

Last night when we got home from work, Dan and I headed out into the garden to get to work on deweeding the patio and planting some veg into the side borders.  Every year my Mum gives me loads and loads of vegetables to plant in my garden.  Some years it works well, other years I end up killing the plants and there are some years where I end up with so much veg I could open up my own market stall on the side of my street with the amount I harvest!

This year could possibly be one of those years as she sent me back with tomato plants, strawberries, carrots, peas, a squash, potatoes and more lettuces.  There is also a tray of sweet peas to add to the list!

Dan brought his laptop out into the patio while I was chopping back the shrub that falls across the patio about this time every year.  After a little while I noticed two robins fluttering from fence post to fence post and scalding us constantly.  I mentioned to Dan perhaps they had a nest nearby, not considering for one minute that it would be in the middle of the prickily shrub I was in the middle of cutting back, so close to the house with a Bella-cat, but as I got a little closer to the bush I could hear a faint ‘peep, peep!’ so I moved further up the garden to work on a different area instead and leave the nest alone.  The two parent birds continued to scald Bella from afar who had begun to watch them and follow them round the garden.  They were too quick for her though and every time she started to get close they would shoot off to a safer post a little further away from her.

Next thing I knew Bella had jumped the fence into our neighbours garden, gotten hold of a baby robin in her mouth and yanked it over to me.  I shouted at her until she dropped the bird which I picked up but was unsure what to do with.  It kept flapping and squirming in my hand – I didn’t think it was going to die as it still had a lot of strength left in it but I knew I had to get it back to the nest soonish.  Dan shut Bella in and we tried to climb up the fence to see if we could get a better view of the nest from up high, but I couldn’t see a thing.  Our next door neighbour wasn’t home so we couldn’t get into her garden to try and reach over.

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Not long after I took this photo the baby bird died in my hand.  Bella snuck out past us later and returned with another baby bird.  This one was already dead by the time she gave him to us.

I see lots of kids being cruel to other kids every day in my job but cats are really cruel creatures.  She wouldn’t have eaten the bird, but rather let him suffer and ended up leaving him to die on our step.  Each week I end up moving a collection of voles and birds from our back step.  It really upset me today that the poor robin parents had lost two of their babies to Bella on the same day.  I know it’s all part of being a cat owner, and it’s just in her nature but she’s grounded right now.  No outdoor roaming for the next few days whilst the birds learn to fly.  Supervised watch only.  :(

My food yesterday wasn’t great. Breakfast was the same cereal as always, but this was the last of the box so I’ll have to be more creative the rest of the week! I completely forgot my lunch in the morning which was frustrating as I’d rung Dan on Sunday night and specifically asked him to pick up a lettuce before the shops shut. Luckily I found a veggie cuppa soup at work so I did have something at lunchtime.imagewpid-IMAG0881.jpg

Dinner was just a tomato based pasta bake with some sausages thrown in.

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