A soggy tourist!

It’s been a little while.  Sorry for my absence from the blog.  I have a lot to write about and a lot to catch up on, and I’m hoping to do just that this weekend.  I’ll start by telling you about my most recent parkrun tourism trip…
Not last Saturday, but the one before that (7th November), Laura and I headed off to Daventry for a bit of parkrun tourism. Daventry was the sixth parkrun course I’ve run, and was parkrun number 36 in total.
My usual parkrun courses are all a good thirty minutes away and Daventry showed as being 50 minutes away when I punched the postcode into the satnav.
After a week of 5am get ups, I had decided to set my alarm for 7:20am on Saturday morning so it ended up being quite a rush getting round, ready for leaving by 7:45am. I did it though…Only to discover that there were just 60 miles of petrol left in the tank of my car. I always do this…Leave buying petrol until the last minute and then not factoring in the time to purchase any on the way! Luckily I arrived with 10 miles to spare and there was a petrol station within sight of where I parked.
10 miles left
It was absolutely tipping it down when I arrived. I’d had my windscreen wipers going on full blast and after getting out of the car to change my trainers, I was soaked through within seconds. I’d arrived wearing road shoes, unsure of the terrain we would be running on.  I knew trail shoes would be a better option when I glanced up to see the muddy field in front of the car park where the finish funnel was being constructed though.
The reason we had decided to head to Daventry on Saturday was due to the first birthday celebrations that were taking place. Fancy dress and slotting in some parkrun tourism is high on the agenda this year and we both really enjoyed the Corby’s first birthday parkrun back in September.  The Daventry event was a black tie do and so there were plenty of runners in dresses and suits, slipping around in the rain. This included Laura, who arrived fully dressed up, including wearing accessories of a necklace and also clutching tightly onto a handbag, which she used to carry her parkrun barcode around in!
Laura at Daventry parkrun(Laura in her get-up post-race!)
There were some fab outfits, and despite the rain, loads of people were wearing dresses, full on suits, or like one guy who zoomed by me early into the race, wearing a suit jacket and dickie bow with running shorts on his bottom half!
Daventry parkrun in the paper
I bailed out of the fancy dress at the last minute, despite Dan intending on pulling out his tux tie for me the evening before. Waking up late, not feeling great, the horrific weather and the mad rush as I realised that the parkrun was actually 50 minutes away and I had limited petrol were all contributing factors to this decision. I felt a bit bad texting Laura to say I was just in regular running kit, but I think she let me off in the end!
When I arrived I was desperate for the toilet. I don’t think the noisy rain had helped. The rain, along with downing a pint of water just before leaving the house an hour earlier, meant that by the time I had changed my trainers, found Laura and asked where the toilets were,  it was 8:55, I was desperate for the loo and with no time to make it to the toilets and back before the start. Damn!
Not knowing the course, we lined up at the back and chatted to the other runners around us. I decided to keep my hoodie on as it was still really raining. It wasn’t cold though and I instantly regretted it when we started running.
Daventry parkrun
Although Laura had done her research and declared the route off-road, we weren’t sure if the course consisted of multiple laps or just the one lap.  We began on a pathway, gradually picking off other runners in front of us.  It was a proper Autumn day out there, with leaves on the ground everywhere you looked.  The heavy rain meant lots of mud to either side of the path, and there was a brief bottleneck near the beginning as runners slowed down to head through a water-logged gate one-by-one.
Daventry parkrunI really didn’t have a great run and realised early on that if you need the toilet before a run, it’s probably better to go, rather than to try and run with a short stride and ignore the sound of rushing water under the bridges you run across!
I hadn’t planned on a quick one, which was good, as it definitely wasn’t!  Laura and I chatted away for the first couple of miles, but I was even struggling with that towards the end.  I just wasn’t having a good day!  The course was just one lap in the end, and I really enjoyed the route.  One to go back for again for sure.
Mile 1: 10:46
Mile 2:
9:32
Mile 3: 10:22
Nubbin: 8:51mm pace
I removed my jacket and carried it after about a mile.  It was too warm and faffy to be wearing it AND run.
Daventry parkrunI told Laura to push ahead near to the end so she went off and left me for the last little bit.  I did the best sprint finish I could muster whilst needing a wee, and as soon as I crossed the finish line I thrust my barcode into Laura’s hand for her to scan so that I could nip off and find the loo!
Official time: 30:54
Position:
94/154
Gender position: 21/67
Category position: 4/7
A few minutes later, and with an empty bladder once more, Laura and I made our way to the post-parkrun cafe for cake and hot chocolate.
I did point out to Laura that it was looking like we were becoming the parkrun crashers – going from birthday parkrun to birthday parkrun and enjoying the birthday cake!  And it was good cake…
Guinness cake at Daventry parkrunAlthough not normally a Guinness fan, there was something about the density of the Guinness cake that appealed to me and I did not leave disappointed following a slice of this!
Laura and I stuck around for a long gossip after the run, and one of the main organisers came to chat to us about where we were from and ask if we had enjoyed our first experience of Daventry parkrun, which was really nice.  I do love the smaller events like this.  Parkrun is such a friendly community!

Do you chat to parkrun tourists at your event?  Our local event, Northampton, is so large I wouldn’t know who was a regular and who wasn’t.

The disappearance of the Grim Sweeper

Last Saturday was my birthday and I found myself over in Buxton for attempt number three of the Dusk ’til Dawn 50 mile ultra. What weirdo decides to celebrate their birthday evening by attempting to run a 50 mile ultra with over 9,000ft of elevation?…this wierdo does!
I first attempted Dusk ’til Dawn back in 2013 after winning my entry through a competition in Women’s Running magazine to take place in their ‘Operation Ultra’ series. I ran somewhere in the region of 35-40 miles of the course that year, but when the fog descended I got lost and ended up having to pull before the final checkpoint. You can read my race recap here.
I went back for another go last year with three friends from my running club. The mistake we made was to all run together, which slowed us down, eventually seeing us pulled from the course at the mile 25 checkpoint.

The Dusk ’til Dawn course is a toughie…
Dusk til Dawn 2015 elevationA few hills thrown in there…made all the worse when you check to the left of the elevation table to see just how many feet you climb in each hill!

There were four runners from my club running the race again this year.  Tom and I had both run together last year, then there was Gary, our club trail co-ordinator, and Ben.

Because Dan and I spent Friday evening staying over at the cottage my parents were in for the week, we arranged to meet the other three for lunch and kit checks once they had travelled up from Wellingborough on Saturday lunchtime.  The text I received that morning said that they would be leaving about 1pm, so imagine my surprise when I received a text at 1:20pm to say they were just 5 minutes away!  Cue a quick guzzle of my drink and a mad rush around the cottage to ensure I had everything for the race!  They had meant that they would be arriving around 1pm, not leaving!  Whoops!  Luckily, after a slightly lazy morning, my first priority had been to pack my kit bag and line up my bits ready for the race so most of my stuff was already organised and ready to go.

The four of us decided to head to the kit check first of all and were the first of a long line of participants to dump everything from our neatly packed bags out onto the tables to ensure that we had everything from the required list.  There had been talk about the first 50 people to arrive receiving a free bag, although we never saw these and were too polite to ask!

After we all successfully passed the kit check we piled into Gary’s car and headed to the first pub we could find, where our post-race meals were devoured.  I went for a ham sandwich with side salad, and stole Dan’s gherkin as an extra side.  The boys had been lovely and brought me up a surprise cake – singing to me in the pub after my meal which was really nice.  :)

Once we arrived back at the school where the kit check had taken place, it was time to reload our bags and make our final decisions over shoes.  We had quite a variety between us!  I think it probably took us a full hour to decide on shoes, load up our food, add race numbers and clip cards to our gear, and check we hadn’t left anything behind!Ben getting ready for the Dusk 'til Dawn ultraThere was a quick briefing when everyone congregated in the hall, although the main race briefing had been sent out via YouTube the week beforehand.

Our little group appeared to be the first out to the start line and so we snapped a couple of pictures before the off…

At the start of Dusk 'til Dawn 50m raceIt was hard to get any good phone shots as the light had already started to fade by this point…

At the start of Dusk 'til Dawn 50m raceI had lots of little ziplock bags of food stuffed into the front pockets of my jacket, making me look pretty bulgy here!

The race started dead on time at 4:47pm, just as dusk had begun to set in.  Tom and I set off at a fairly brisk pace – our first mile coming in at sub 10mm pace, which included stopping to cross over a busy road.  My parents had missed seeing us off on the start line, but we caught sight of them just after we turned at the top of the first road.  They had mentioned that they were hoping to see us at the start, although they actually ended up seeing us at several points out on the course as well.

Tom and I had discussed our game plan beforehand and the aim was to run at every chance we could – and keep moving forward at all times, no matter how tough the terrain!

Mile 1: 9:58
Mile 2: 15:07
Mile 3: 11:51
Mile 4: 13:15
Mile 5: 11:52

Although the hills were tough, they didn’t feel as tough as they had done the year before.  Tom and I overtook a lot of runners very early on in the course.  Usually I worry about starting out too fast and burning out, but it was necessary to have different race tactics for Dusk ’til Dawn, so we went out hard from the very beginning instead.

The first mile was relatively fast, and all on road.  It was still bright enough that we didn’t need headtorches on for the first couple of miles.  As we headed off-road we began a climb up a smallish hill along a rutted and stony track.  It wasn’t until here that I turned my headtorch on to enable me to see clearer.  We were treated to a beautiful sunset as we reached the first mini peak.  I wished I had my camera on me, or that my phone would take semi-decent pictures in poor lighting.

Dusk 'til Dawn sunsetI found this above picture on the Beyond Marathon Facebook page of the moment we reached the first peak, but the photo doesn’t do the moment justice at all.  It really was breathtaking.

We had a perfect night weather-wise for the event to be fair.  There was no fog, which had plagued the event in previous years, and the weather was still so warm.  I was wearing a very thin top, with a t-shirt on top and my running jacket over that, but I was way too warm from very early on.

Phil, who I had run some of the course with in 2013 passed Tom and I about 3 miles into the event, just before the Cat & Fiddle pub where we had been pulled the previous year.  Apparently Phil then went on to get lost for a little while here, which confused me as he then later passed us again!  As the pub was so early on into the course this year, it was not a checkpoint and so we continued past, Tom now in uncharted territory.

This year was the first year that a half marathon and a marathon event had been put on alongside the ultra race and there weren’t many stretches where we couldn’t see a string of headtorches disappearing off into the distance ahead of us or behind.

It was nice to run across the top of Shining Tor this year, with plenty of other headtorches to assure me that we were going the correct way!  I had last run it in 2013, along with another runner and the fog had been so low and thick that we could barely see each other.  The wind so fast and loud that we were having to shout out to be heard.  That wasn’t the case at all this year, and Tom and I easily chatted away whilst running the peak.  There were a large group of runners just behind us here, and as the slabs had large gullies in every so often I would shout out “Jump!”, which Tom would echo behind and so on and so on as each runner leapt over the little obstacles!

The first checkpoint was as we came off onto the road again.  (About 6.5 miles)  I expected Dan to be here, but he wasn’t so I guessed he had decided to head off and watch the football on TV instead!  We refilled our drinks bottles, grabbed some brownies and continued along the way, leaving a large number of runners still at the checkpoint.  I didn’t want to hang around and get cold, or risk losing vital minutes that we might need to make the cut-offs later on.

A couple of miles later we climbed a steep section of trail, which came out onto a sharp bend of a road at the top.  Here, a road marshal was taking our numbers and ensuring that we crossed the road safely.  As Tom and I reached the opposite side of the road I heard someone shout my name, and looked back to see Dan and my parents there to cheer us on.  We exchanged words briefly before Tom and I continued up the steep section now on the other side of the road.

Mile 6: 13:31
Mile 7: 14:33
Mile 8: 13:57

A couple of miles further in and we reached the first self-clip checkpoint, where there seemed to be a pileup of five or six other runners.  A steep downhill section followed immediately afterwards and we ran almost alongside this group for a little while.

The week leading up to the race had seen lots of heavy rainfall and even though it wasn’t raining on the night, the grass was still very slippery and large puddles had formed along lots of sections of the route.  My downhill running has really improved this year, but I struggled to trust my feet to really go along several sections of the grassy track, knowing that if my trainers didn’t grip I would be sliding downhill quite a way on my bum!  It was along the next section of track where I was so busy watching my footing that I didn’t see the upcoming branch at head height.  I whacked my forehead on it really hard, leaving me with a sharp pain which didn’t dull for quite some time.  It also knocked my headtorch out, and I continued to have a few problems with it for the remainder of the race.  The headtorch then began a pattern of flashing several times, before slowly fading and switching off completely.  A few minutes later I would always be able to switch it on again for a while before the pattern would begin all over again!  I was playing with my headtorch when I misjudged how deep a muddy puddle was and ended up going in up to my knee!  The thick mud held me there and I couldn’t pull my leg back out in time to match the rest of my body moving forwards.  I fell forwards onto my hands, and Tom who had been right behind me, couldn’t stop in time and promptly fell over the top of me, much to the amusement of the guy following us at the time!

Muddy legThat was an eventful mile!

Mile 9: 12:19
Mile 10: 14:18
Mile 11: 17:38
Mile 12: 17:18
Mile 13: 16:39

Early on, we had worked out that to beat the Sweeper who would be running at 3.55mph we needed to run an average of just under 17 minute miles for the whole distance.  It sounds incredibly slow and easy, but factor in the wet and rocky terrain, the steep hills, the fact that we were running at night and that we were self navigating, and you get a better idea of how tough 17 minute miles can be!  We had been running well time-wise so when things started to get tough as we hit a few steeper hills around mile 11/12, we weren’t too concerned, as we had already banked a bit of time, and we were only just over the 17minute mile pace still.

We saw my parents and Dan again, just before the next checkpoint at 13.5 miles and they said that Gary and Ben were 15 minutes or so ahead.  The checkpoint was a welcome one and we stopped for maybe a minute here, to give us time to refuel and top up our bottles.  There were still plenty of other runners around us and I asked how far we were ahead of the cut-point now.  I was reassured when they immediately told us that we were a long way ahead of the cut-offs, and had a good 30 minutes or more to spare still.  Still not wanting to hang around though, we pushed on.  I took on a few of my pretzels and was aware that I needed to eat a bit more than I had been, so knocked back a gel as well to try and get some extra energy in.

Minutes later we were heading up a steep road climb when we heard a familiar voice in the distance.  It was Gary.  He wasn’t feeling it and had decided to pull, which was a real shame.  Tom asked if I could switch headtorches, as I still hadn’t dared spend the time to check the batteries on my torch, and had been running with a handheld for the past few miles instead.  I had fully intended on switching out the batteries later on when we were over the worst of the hills and I had a little more time to spare, but as Gary had one going it made sense to continue with his from now.

The next section was really tough.  I looked up at one point and pointed out to Tom how high the headtorches were up in the sky ahead of us.  He thought the lights had been planes!Dusk til Dawn my elevationWe climbed somewhere in the region of 900ft over a mile at mile 15 and then even tougher was the next hill at Mount Famine where we climbed a further 700ft over another mile.  We were both finding it difficult to catch our breath so for the first time we paused at the top for several minutes, where we altered our layers and grabbed some food.  I removed my t-shirt, with the intention of just running in my thin long sleeved top and showerproof jacket.  Rather disgustingly, the t-shirt I removed was absolutely dripping with sweat and was so heavy because of it.

Mile 14: 12:46
Mile 15: 25:57
Mile 16: 20:14
Mile 17: 23:15
Mile 18: 24:05

It was here that a couple of runners passed us, including Phil, who looked to still be running well and on target.  Tom and I reorganised our bags and continued back on our way.  Although the previous few miles had been tough, we weren’t overly concerned as our average pace was still showing at 15:xx and we knew we would be able to make up some time later in the race.  We were both still feeling strong and well-fuelled, high in spirits.

Mile 19: 13:45
Mile 20:
19:41

As we approached the next checkpoint I could see my parents and Dan stood to the side of the aid station.  I smiled in their direction and began to pull out my wrist tracker ready to be scanned by the marshal now walking towards us.

He put his hand out towards us and said “I’m going to have to stop you here guys.  You will not be allowed to continue.”  We were so confused.  We had never seen the sweeper who should have been running at the cut-off pace and warning people when they were moving too slowly.  When we questioned this, we were told that the sweeper had set off late so was running behind the pace he should be at.  I pointed out that we were still running at a 15:00xx minute mile average pace and we were simply told that the checkpoint had now closed, that the only way we could continue would be to do so without aid stations.  Tom turned to me to see if I would be up for doing this.  (Obviously!)  To which we were then told we would not be allowed to do this!

I was a few minutes before turning my watch off, as I still couldn’t quite believe we were going to be pulled from the event.

Nubbin (0.62m): 10:41 – including time spent waiting to see if we were going to be allowed to continue.

Whilst we were stood around trying to work out what to do, two runners who we had overtaken a couple of miles back came into the aid station and were also greeted with the same message.  They advised the marshals that they had just spoken to Richard, the Race Organiser, and he had said that they may continue with the marathon course.  The marshals were going to let them continue to do so until Tom and I piped up to point out that if they were going to be allowed to continue, then so should we be!  Unfortunately, the result was that we were then all pulled and my parents drove us back to race HQ where we met up for a debrief with Gary.  In the car on the way back to HQ I checked our watches and the course pack.  The checkpoint we had been pulled at was marked as being 19 miles, when it was actually closer to 21 miles.  Tom and I hadn’t gone off course once, and with tracks often only wide enough for one person at a time, I’m not sure how we could have run nearly an extra two miles by this checkpoint.  The timings of the cut-offs were out.  The ’19 mile’ checkpoint, checkpoint number 7 was due to be closed at 10:10pm, and we arrived literally only a few minutes after this, the first to not be allowed to continue at this point.  What was also frustrating was that the race briefing that was sent out the following day mentioned how several runners had been forced to retire at checkpoint 7, but they had all received a half-marathon medal for their troubles.  We never saw one of these!  :(  I’m not sure that I would have wanted it anyway, even if it had been offered to us, as I had set out to run the ultra, but it would have been nice to have if others had received them for being pulled after us!

Ben was still going strong, and ended up finishing 18th in 11:48:28.  For someone who ran the Shires and Spires 35m ultra earlier this year in just over 5 hours, it gives you an idea of just how tough the Dusk ’til Dawn course is!

Tom wants to head back for a third attempt next year, but I think I would be silly to enter again.  Instead, what I think I would like to do is run the course unaided next year so that I can finish the 50 miles and put it to rest.  I know I am more than capable of completing the 50 mile distance, having done so on more than one occasion in the past, and I know that I am mentally and physically strong enough to cope with the demands of the terrain out there.  It’s just frustrating that I never got to complete it and achieve a medal!

I do love the concept of this race, and the Beyond Marathon events seem to be very well organised, with all runners looked after.  All of their events look fun, yet challenging.  Perhaps I should see what other events are on offer next year and try something different.

If you were me, would you head back for a fourth attempt on the Dusk ’til Dawn course, or have a go at running it yourself instead?

Feeling guilty

The past fortnight has been a busy one…I feel like I spend my life saying that. It seems that every time I meet up with friends, the conversation always goes the same.
“Hey, how have you been? I’ve not seen you forever!”
“I’ve been OK.  Super busy though.”
…Is it just me?!
Work - I keep hitting the escape key but I still seem to be here!

(One of my birthday cards from last week!)

It doesn’t help that it is so dark now the clocks have changed either.  I leave for work in the dark and get home from work in the dark.  What does the outside world look like again?…!

Last week was the half term holiday and a week off from school. Unfortunately, with more than 220 GCSE / A-level students this year, including 170 year 11s, this meant that my week remained rather busy. Although I might not have been in school last week, I brought a large number of folders home from school for marking.  As a Computing teacher I only see students once each week, meaning that during each five day working week I see more than 500 students coming through my classroom doors. I’m afraid this means I don’t know all of my students’ names yet, and until last week it definitely meant that I hadn’t marked all of their folders.
I needed to catch up with my marking though and so half term was when I had set aside some time to do just that.  It was convenient that over the holiday the year 11 reports were also due.  Therefore, along with marking folders of coursework, I also wrote out 170 reports for students. I do know the names of all the students in my GCSE classes at least, it’s just the lower year groups I haven’t quite mastered yet!

I wanted to give myself an enjoyable start to the half term break, even if the rest of the week ended up being rather work-heavy, so I headed to parkrun on the Saturday and ran the home cross-country on the Sunday morning before kicking off with my marking the following day.

On Monday I spent the day organising all of the folders; putting student work in order, naming work, and adding candidate numbers where they were missing. Tuesday and Wednesday were spent sorting through and marking each of the folders in the pile that had accumulated in my office back at home.  Then on Thursday I managed to get the majority of reports written.
Where did my week off go?!

I did slot in a break on Thursday evening though, where I joined five friends to make a team for a Friends (the TV show) themed quiz night.  Pub quizzes I regularly come last in, but a Friends-themed quiz?…I owned all Friends videos as a teenager and was looking forward to the quiz for a while!  The six of us headed to Peterborough, where the quiz was held and joined 39 other teams for the charity quiz.  There are a couple of ‘Monica’ characters within our friendship group, so we had been throwing questions out in a group Facebook chat for weeks in the build up to the event, determined to win on the day!
Friends pub quiz
Unfortunately we didn’t win.  Although we were one of the top scoring teams on the night, we were just pipped to the post when it came to prizes.  Each team donated a raffle prize and I came away with a bottle of wine from the raffle though.  Winner!

Although I did complete a little work on Friday morning, my birthday was the following day and so just before lunchtime last Friday, Dan and I headed to a little village in the Peak District, where we met my parents and their dog, Blue, at a little cottage that they had booked out for the week. It was my birthday on the Saturday and my third attempt at running the Dusk ‘til Dawn 50m race. I’ll review this in a separate post when I get a chance as regular readers will know just how long my race recaps can become!  😛

On Sunday afternoon when Dan and I returned home following the race we spent some time removing the final wall of wallpaper in the last upstairs bedroom, throwing loads of washing into the machine and giving the house a tidy, ready for another full working week back at school.

Currently, I feel guilty for not marking each of my student folders every week. I feel guilty for not knowing all of the student names, I feel guilty for not volunteering my name forward for any extra responsibility tasks within my department, and for not spending as much time with the non-naughty children, the kids that actually need or deserve my time each lesson.

Despite struggling to fit everything into each day just lately I am really enjoying my job at the moment.  It is so satisfying teaching students how to complete tasks using the computers, especially so when it is something they are really interested in (creating mobile phone apps or video editing), or when they are working towards qualifications in the higher years.  I have an optional class of year 10, who are mainly lower ability students.  Because they are a class of students who have chosen ICT as an optional subject I have just 17 students in the group, who I see three times each week.  This has helped me to build up a really positive relationship with the class, and and I love overhearing them telling teachers or other students in the corridor about the high grades they have worked hard for in my subject.

I also do a lot of the IT based work behind the scenes for my running club – updating the website, adding race results, creating graphics for upcoming events and setting up and resetting user accounts amongst other things.  I try not to spend more than 5-6 hours a week on club admin stuff, although some weeks it can get a little out of hand.  Having so many members is great, targeting certain races as ‘club races’ is great in theory – until it comes to entering all of their results each Monday evening!  This week I spent three hours on Monday evening alone catching up with club admin stuff.  Coming up later this month I shall be creating the club ‘Runner of the Year’ videos.  A task which usually takes me in the region of 30 hours.  I absolutely love creating the videos, and whilst I’ve considered giving up my committee role before, I wouldn’t want to pass over my video making role!

Because I have been so busy with club stuff, marking and school work just lately, it has also meant that I haven’t had much time for blogging or reading blogs and my absence has made me realise just how much I really miss it.  I feel so behind with things!  Add to my guilty list the following; not responding to blog comments, being slow to blog about my ultra attempt last weekend, not keeping up with posts from other bloggers…

Healthy eating has also dropped down my priority list over the past few weeks.  There were a few days I forgot about breakfast and lunch completely before the holiday, and dinner has quickly gone from being carefully planned out a week in advance and organised in the mornings to being something I raid the cupboards for when I realise we haven’t eaten that night!  I feel guilty when I don’t home-cook our dinners and on days when I haven’t organised myself enough in advance to ensure we are eating a wide variety of fruit and vegetables.  I feel guilty when the washing is left until the weekend and the floor is left unhoovered, or I miss a night of watering the plants in the greenhouse.

Bella was very sulky last Friday morning – she knew that we were going away and sat very quietly up on the bedroom windowsill, refusing to move and silently watching us drive away from the house from her vantage point looking out onto the road.  I had arranged for a friend to drop in and feed her on the Saturday whilst we were away and worried that she would pine and be off her food.  I needn’t have worried though, as all of her food had been eaten when we returned home and she threw herself at the front room window – her little tail vibrating so fast – something she has always done when we return home after a day away.  Her little way of showing us just how excited she is to see us!
She promptly fell asleep on my lap and stayed flat out until I moved her!
Bella on my lap
I felt guilty for leaving her, and for all of the times I ignored her whilst trying to get my work caught up during the holiday.

One of my year 13 students today was telling me that I just didn’t understand how hard things were as a seventeen year old.  I’m sure I felt the same at seventeen, but the pressures of being a decade older are so much more!  One of my optional year 10 students earlier couldn’t believe I’d marked 500 folders over the holidays, and announced that he never intended on becoming a teacher if that is what you had to spend your holidays doing!

I’m hoping that things will start to calm down again until Christmas now that my batch marking session and largest set of reports are over.  I miss writing, and the blogging world in general…

Have you ever been to a themed quiz?
What do you find yourself feeling guilty for?

How do you manage to fit blogging in when times get busy?