This was me yesterday.
I made everyone hate their lives. The cardiovascular way.
Allow me to rephrase: one suicide.
You would have think I made them marathon train with me.
(Sidenote: can we examine the fact that the girls complain about their adorable skirts with the compression shorts built in? If only they could see what MY middle school uniform looked like…)
Which they probably will today, because I’m printing out this picture to make them stop complaining.
And to teach them the importance of waxing your eyebrows. I clearly didn’t learn this until way after 6th grade.
And since I wasn’t quite firing on all cylinders yesterday (completely rare for me, I swear) and forgot my sports bra (don’t ask me how many times I’ve pulled that stunt), I ended up heading home for an outdoor run instead of meandering over to the gym.
So, as the skies were darkening, I bagged up my iPod, strapped on the Garmin, and leashed up Chlodawg and drug her out the door with me. ‘Cause if I was getting caught in the rain, I wasn’t about to do it alone.
That’s right. I would. And guess who ran her first 4-miler with mom last night?
During my lecture with my girls yesterday afternoon about the importance of hydrating, I told them they need to hydrate all day. Before practice/games. “If you don’t like water, you can drink juice or G-rade or Crystal Lite.”
One of my sixth graders raised her hand and told me that her mom had the margarita flavor of Crystal Lite, but she said that it tasted like crap because you need tequila in it for it to taste decent.
I’m just really glad they’re listening to me and getting the point of my lectures.
Sometimes, owning a 9-month-old Labrador and coaching a herd of middle schoolers is one and the same.