Tuesday Tuneage: Beastie Boys

I'm having a REALLY hard time going to work these days. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my job, I'm just having a hard time getting up when it's dark, I think. I can't wait until it's light at 5:30.

You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask your mom, "Please?", but she still says, "No"
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party

Your pop caught you smoking, and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag
(Busted)

You gotta fight for your right to party

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous, it's the Beastie Boys

You gotta fight for your right to party

Fight for Your Right~ Beastie Boys

Maybe Not So Stupid...

OK, so on my last post, I said that I had no motivation... That I wanted to quit... That I was a big loser...

Well, guess what? Last night I ran for 8 minutes. WITHOUT STOPPING! All at one time!

Can you believe it? I certainly couldn't.

It was one of those instances where I had the plan of: Run 3 minutes, walk 2 minutes... Run 3, walk 2. But, at that 3 minutes mark, I was feeling pretty good so I thought to myself, "I think I can make it to 4 minutes." At the 4 minutes mark, I was still feeling pretty good, so I decided to try for 5. At the 5 minutes mark, I was all, "Oh, I can make it to 6 minutes!" And I did! So, when I got to the 6 minute mark, I decided that if I could make it that far, I could make it to 8. And I did.

I walked for 2 minutes and then decided to try for another 8 minute 2 minute interval. That didn't work so well, but I did make it 6 minutes. Then I walked 2. Then I ran 4 minutes, walked 2. Then I ran 2 walked 2 and ran the last two. In this 30 minute period, I actually ran/walked 2 miles. With the cool down, it was 2.25.

Maybe I CAN actually run this half marathon in June...

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

So I did a stupid thing. I signed up for a half marathon. I know, right? What business do I have entering something like that? Sigh.

Julie talked me in to it. (My attempt of making it not my fault.) But, I did have to sign up for it by myself. It's in June, so I have a ton of time yet to train. But it's only been 3 weeks since I signed up and I'm already losing momentum.

My whole body hurts. The thought of running makes me want to vomit. I want to just quit.

Sigh.

It's getting hard. When things get hard, my MO is to quit. But, this time I can't. I have people depending on me.

Oh, motivation, where art thou?

Music Monday: Bells For Her

And through the life force and there goes her friend
On her Nishiki it's out of time
And through the portal they can make amends
Hey, would you say whatever we're blanket friends

Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on its way

And through the walls they made their mud pies
I've got your mind I said she said I've got your voice
I said you don't need my voice girl you have your own
But you never thought it was enough of

So they went years and years
Like sisters, blanket girls
Always there through that and this
There's nothing we cannot ever fix I said

Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on it's way

Bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls
Brothers and lovers she and I were
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes
There's nothing I can do

Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on it's way

And now I speak to you, are you in there?
You have her face and her eyes
But you are not her
And we go at each other
Like blankets who can't find
Their thread and their bare

Can't stop loving
Can't stop what is on its way
And I see it coming and It's on its way

~Tori Amos

This video isn't the best, but it's the best that YouTube had and it's not an official video...

THis is Tori Amos Live...

Missing

A conversation between me and one of my students last Friday:

Him: Mrs. C., do you notice anything different about me?

Me: Do you have a new backpack?

Him: No.

Me: A new coat?

Him (now exasperated): NO! I'm missing part of my butt.

Me (extremely confused): What?!?!?!

Him: Last night at basketball practice, I ran my butt off and now I think part of it is missing.

Me: Oh, honey... that's just an expression that people use when they work really hard or play really hard. I really don't think that part of your backside is really missing.

Him: I don't know... It IS getting smaller...