Happy Wednesday! Or as I lovingly refer to it -- oh shit it's the day I have to send the PTA newsletter!! I may have mentioned before that I'm on the PTA Board at Gus' school. Much as I don't like giving up spare time for all the inevitable meetings and commitments that requires, I also know that if I don't do it, not many people will! It's tough to get parents to join and participate, and if the slots don't get filled then we lose that precious funding which pays for really important stuff like outdoor education and technology in the classrooms. Nope these things are not funded already with our tax dollars. All that cool stuff like music or art or a special event once a year is add on and needs someone to pay for it. Enter the PTA.
Sometimes the startling differences between one public school and another in the same city makes me want to cry. Or scream. Or both. And don't get me started on the stunning differences between public and private in San Francisco. One school's Fall Festival has iPads at the prize booth and spa treatments for the moms/daughters. The other's Fall Festival has tattered games and no prizes because we don't have the . budget this year.
All children - regardless of their race, income level, or zip code - deserve the same opportunities. If you only have time to read one book about this topic, I recommend Savage Inequalities by Jonathan Kozol. It's one of the few books I kept that was required from school and gives you a lot of perspective on the broken platform many kids have from the very start of their education.
If you have children, how did you decide on the right school?
Speaking of school... guess what today was? Picture day! And we noticed all three of the males were Matchy McMatchersons:
After work I rushed to pick up Gus and take him to soccer practice. It was the perfect chance to squeeze in a short 4 miler while he scrimmaged. The run felt good but weird because I'm not used to running after 2pm. For the most part I'm a wake-up-and-run kind of person and evening workouts always feel like more effort to me. But the pace was okay even though I again jumped all around.
And then I came back to pick him up for the last 15 minutes and became the anti-social mom wearing lycra who sits away from all the other parents. Sometimes forced social situations make me a little anxious. I like conversations to flow naturally and you might as well punch me in the face for every second of a silent pause. My friend and I joke that we are the least network-y people we know... so much so that she wants to start an anti-networking event. I suggested she call it NOTworking. The idea of doing speed networking or whatever gives me the hives. No thanks! But I admire people who put themselves out there like that and instantly make friends and feel comfortable. I think I need to work up to it for a little bit.
Sixty-seven days until California International Marathon!!! There are discussions of my mom and surrogate aunt coming out for it. I hope they make it but I feel like typing any more will jinx it.
I can't get enough of all the cool analytics and insights you get from Garmin. I don't know what half of it means, but I'll learn!
I stopped to take a picture of this beautiful spider web but when I got home and looked at it, you couldn't make it out. But I actually like it. They look like they're about to spin a web around the tiny moon.
So I thought these looked truly disgusting:
And finally, current mood:
Okay I need help. Who uses a Garmin or similar watch? What reports or stats do you always check after a run to gauge your performance?
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