It is MAY!! Glorious, beautiful, long awaited MAY!!
Renaissance Faire attendees, second only to emo asshats in groups of people I love to make fun of. In the interest of full disclosure I must add that one of my best friends owns a cloak and collects dragon figurines *eyeroll*
May means the following things in RBRland: (No. 1 won't mean anything to you if you are not a teacher or in education, so my apologies to those of you that got a real job out of college)
1. April is over. Halle-fucking-lleujah. Statewide testing, AP testing, students tired and over it, teachers tired and over it, teacher evaluation reports and meetings are due, department goal setting assessment and reports are due, the annual mad dash by special education to complete IEP's (individual education plans) on students that you have had in your class all fucking year, yet decide now it is crucial to get a plan for how to teach them. *eyeroll*
All of this makes April the longest 30 days of the school year. "Hey April, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out! See you on the next trip around the sun!"
2. Long days with lots of sun. I can actually work out after school without having to race the kids out of the parking lot at the end of the day or running at the track since it is the only lit place around and I REFUSE to run at the gym. (ok, I also refuse to JOIN a gym, but I digress...) I live in California for Christ's sake. There is NO reason to run on a treadmill. Ever.
"It is beautiful day outside of my multi-million dollar home that overlooks the water. I think I will hop on my treadmill for a workout and look out the window at it!"
My mood improves with the longer days and the winter funk lifts. I wish I was not so affected by the shorter daylight, but I am. May is usually when I start to feel more like me more of the time.
3. And, dear friends, (especially those in education) you know what is after MAY?
Hells to the yeah!
April Stats: (Haven't posted one of these in a while. Of course, I haven't had anything worth a shit to report in a while)
Run: 48.7 miles
Bike: 164 miles
Swim: 0 miles (I know, you are stunned, Whatever. Swimming sucks ass)
Wt. loss at Jenny Craig: 10 pounds
He is doing well on the hormone therapy. He has had some fatigue, a little temperature regulation issues, and some mood swings, but I have yet to find him wearing my negligees, eating chocolate chip cookie dough out of the tube, so we are going to call it good so far.
Next week we should find out when his surgery for the radioactive seed placement will be.
Saturday Run: 8 miles
LA Run Buddy and me at the Bay overlook at Baylands. Perfect day for a run.
Prom tonight. Oh joy. I give thanks to the sweet baby Jesus that I am NOT the advisor for the goddamn thing this year, nor am I am official chaperone which means that when the shit gets funky, and it WILL get funky, I get to tell an official chaperone and then say, "Good luck with that. Peace out."