So, I am sitting in front of a computer next to my friend, colleague, running partner and secret-sharer, Anna. Luckily for me, she just gave me permission to digress with her instead of tackling the pile of papers needing marks from a red pen. I thank her for this special permission, and blame her as well. We collaborate together often on the futon in my classroom (read: we attempt to make sense of our daily battles and joys while trying not to fall asleep). Since I have this newfound freedom of digression...let me exploit the opportunity!
How Anna became my running-partner...
One day, after our first ninth grade field trip (to the National Museum of the American Indian)
we decided to enjoy the sunbeams and walk home from the Smithsonian. This walk allowed me to spark now-enduring friendships (with Anna and Emily) centered around a unique desire: TO RUN A MARATHON. This desire spread and we are part of a running team of teachers whom I pseudo-coach. We will conquer this incredible feat on April 30th during the Frederick Marathon. I will keep you posted on our training.
If possible come and spend a weekend marathon-cheering and Western Maryland-hopping with us the last weekend of April!
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right. somehow i (as usual) am the official time-vacuum. the sun must have been a little too strong that day on that field trip. stuff happens, though. and all of a sudden you're running past the monuments and they look all funny after a couple of miles and you kind of can't breathe and maybe you like this city after all. especially when all the lights turn on and you have enough joys and battles to keep you talking through 30-some miles. lots of gestures, really loud, like you are in a classroom or something.
oh yes...the monuments after miles do take on a slightly different hue. plus, what better way to end our days (well, maybe there are a few suggestions...)?
i do honestly believe that we complete the equivalent of 100 sit-ups when we run together, for the laughter is certainly helping to firm my abs. adieu, my time-vacuum, the bell soon rings and the insatiable minds await our arrival.
anna, do you like this city, after all?
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