Diary

I was feeling pretty powerful last week.  I had made goals for my nutrition and my exercise, I put on my game face and just started chasing the goal with dogged determination.  I stayed for exercise classes three nights, kept my calories at or under 1545 for the most part and pushed myself at work to get all kinds of arts and crafts projects finished along with the rest of our regular curriculum.  I was leaving home at 7:10 every morning and getting back home around 6:00 at night.  Was I tired and sore?  Sure thing.  But I thought when the weekend came I’d just relax a little, recover, it would all be cool and I’d be ready to rock it out again this week in pursuit of that goal to weigh 190 by 12/31.

  {Bradley is making concrete countertops and is installing them as our gift to ourselves for Christmas.}But really?  It was like my brain and body were able to keep it together as long as my obligation to work existed for the week.  Then I was done.  It was like a switch flipped.  On Friday night our kids were singing at our local tree lighting.  It’s an annual tradition for us.  I’m proud to say that we have been to every tree lighting in our hometown ever since the planted the tree that they light.  The Santa who sits on the throne is the very same one that Jude saw at Fred Meyer so many years ago, out of uniform and in July, but he still looked like Santa and even had a picture of himself dressed in his Santa suit…  It’s the real Santa- not one of his helpers!  But it didn’t matter that I love this Santa or that event.  As we were driving to the city center I could feel my mood melting like ice cream.  By the time we got to the tree lighting it was already crowded and bustling.  The building’s flow was tight and claustrophobic.  I couldn’t get out of the crowds, I couldn’t see my kids singing, there was nowhere to be and high schoolers were running the thing so it felt insane and disorganized, but mostly I was just losing my mind that night.  I couldn’t stand being there and had to actively talk to myself all night about keeping it together and not snapping.  I had to keep reminding myself that I was lucky to be there with my kids, watching Jude ham it up in front of the crowd as he sang, listening to my kids tell Santa that they were good, watching all of the tiny little kids, filled with wonder.  I had to keep reminding myself that the day was a gift, the ability to attend the event was a privilege.  It was a hard night and the weekend just continued thusly.

Saturday was a foul mixture of laying in bed, getting up, trying out my day and the smallest thing road blocking me and back to bed I’d go.  My socks would get wet, I needed to replace batteries, it wouldn’t stop raining, our home is under construction…  Once again I was fully aware that my mental state was a construct, but I couldn’t get out from under my irritation, anger, rage, sadness, shame, disappointment, depression.  It was a stupid waste of a day.  It was a day where, at the end of it, I realized on my deathbed I’d be pissed about.  I tried to be intentional, but my crazy week wore me out and I just couldn’t seem to slay my dragon.  I also had some pretty serious weightloss PMS* so that didn’t help, either.  I’m not going to belabor this long, depressing story anymore except to say that it continued through Sunday night and into the wee hours of the morning until I realized I wouldn’t be able to do my job well with such little sleep, so I called in for a sick day and wrote some sub plans.  

I’m feeling better now.  Better, but cautious.  One of my friends posted last night about going to Zumba today, but I thought about that long day without my family and my heart skipped a beat.  I think I’m too delicate right now to do that again.  I think I pushed myself into a weekend of anxiety and depression by adding a bunch of workouts, 11+ hour days and a significant calorie crunch.  I think I tell myself sometimes that I can do everything without making accommodations elsewhere but that’s not always true.  How many times have we heard that we just have to do it?  That we have to simply make time for ourselves.  To be selfish and unapologetically take that hour to workout.  To prioritize ourselves and our food intake- aren’t we important, too?  Women’s magazines are always pointing out that busy, working moms have a full plate so we just need to force our own needs into the cracks and crevices in the name of ‘me time,’ but that just didn’t work for me last week, and this week I’m scared, fragile.

  

So that’s where I am.  I’ve been quiet because who ever feels like airing this stuff out.  How was my weekend?  Crazy.  I was literally crazy.  It’s not what I picked but I certainly did facilitate it.  It’s not like there weren’t bright spots or I wasn’t successful, though.  Yesterday I weighed in at 194 on the Wii Fit again.  I’m making progress from my 199/200 weigh-in from one week ago to 194 this week, a nice 5-6 pound loss.  I weigh less than Bradley presently, which is pretty fun, but it came at a steep cost to me.  

I still don’t have a plan for this week, which makes me a little nervous, but I’m just letting it flow this week.  Last week I learned that I can’t always power through with determination. I have a lot to get done at work this week in preparation for jury duty next week and I don’t think an added layer or workout and diet stress is what I need on top.  So, for today, at least, I’m going to allow a 5th day without a focused workout.  Tomorrow might be the same, but I’m not going to allow myself to worry about it for now.  I just need to make sure my head game is solid, again, before I throw myself back into the the fray.  My bullheaded determination isn’t the answer to everything.

*fat stores hormones and I’ve found that when I lose some weight, PMS is significantly worse as the stored hormones get processed.  Awful.

  
Day three of plan ‘Get Back on Track and Weigh 190 Soonish’ is well underway and going well.  With my 1524 calories per day plan, I’m finding that it’s a little hard for me to keep my calories in check without working out every day.  I’m getting that kind of paranoia about working out.  Like, I feel like if I miss a workout I’m just putting myself one day behind.  In general, I try not to get too obsessive about the exercise since at the beginning of my health project I would panic and flip out if I didn’t get a workout in, but right now I’m allowing it.  In the month of December, when I’m usually too busy and too hungry for treats to use self control, I’ll let an obsessive health-food and exercise kick take over.  Yes, please.

Soul Hooping from The Hoods on Vimeo.

I ordered a custom hula hoop after watching a friend of mine hoop her way around the world.  Seriously.  Watch her in the video and tell me you don’t want to do that.  Tomorrow, said friend, Jamie, is having a hooping party in her classroom after school and I get to play, too!  That will be tomorrow’s workout, and on Friday my kids are in a choir concert for a Christmas tree lighting, so I suppose it is actually VERY good that I had a week full of workouts!  
Cheers to you!  I hope you’re staying healthy, too!  Smile if you made some good choices today!  🙂

 

I know it’s really a bit too early to be calling this week a success – I mean it’s only Tuesday, but it’s working!  Yesterday I was all upset about that 199 number.  Like, I knew it was going to be temporary and water and salt and everything, but I also just hated that it was coexisting with me.  I fight so hard to get those pounds gone that any emergence of their existence again drives me up a wall!  Obviously.  I mean, 3-4 pounds up and I’m throwing my hands in the air with worry, tracking my food and making sure I’m working out…  But I suppose it works.  Today I weighed in at 195 again.  That felt pretty darn good.  I always say that if it goes on fast that it can come off fast, too.  This time, I won.   Mwa ha ha!
Day two of tracking went much better than yesterday.  I had a Zumba workout at the end of the day to look forward to so it wasn’t as big of a deal when those pretzels were calling my name at snack time.  I wasn’t hungry and looking for food all day, either.  It’s funny how a change in environment, from home to work, can shift so much in such a short period of time.  The food wasn’t a struggle today!  Zumba was great, tonight, but by 5:10 I was wiped out with 20 more minutes to go.  We had just finished a set of really fast, more intense routines and I was done.  If Jessica and Janice hadn’t been there I may have left.  It is a rare day when I will leave a workout early, but today…  I just felt worn out!   Emily lead us in a few easier songs after that, though, and by the time I left I was bouncing, again, thank you inborn hyperactivity.  

I’d chalk day two of my ‘Get Back on Track and Weigh 190 Already‘ plan as a success!  Woot woot!  If I keep it up, I’ll definitely make my 190 goal my 2016!  

  
Oh, Thanksgiving.  You dirty, dirty, dog.  Not the thankfulness/empathy/kindness/family/sharing/historical part.  No.  I’m talking about the part where we all made way too much food and settled into eating it all weekend long to the exclusion of things less roasted, puréed and refined.  And we ate like we were champions competing (well, maybe not, but funny!)!  Then, today, when we all went back to work, we looked in the mirror and noticed a little extra puffiness.  My eyes were super crinkly this morning and my neck extra crepe-y in that attractive, turkey-wattle kind of way.  Weightloss, Thanksgiving bloat and aging are not my friends today!  Sheesh.  

It was nice to know I wasn’t alone with my gain, though. So many people came up to me today confessing that they gained between 3-8 pounds over the weekend.  Time and again they would marvel that it takes a week of really focused hard work to maybe lose a pound or two, but those suckers pile on the moment you let your guard down and eat some gravy or pie.  I’ve read about this before and I seem to remember it explained like a latex balloon.  When the fat balloon (for lack of a better term) is created, it’s all lovely, small and perfect for storing a reasonable amount of fat.  But like a real balloon, it can expand and grow and get all kinds of overfilled, bloated and gigantic.  Imagine, then, emptying said ballon.  It’s distended and huge, misshapen, now, and perfectly ready to refill with fat just as soon as you provide it with the right fodder.  That’s right.  It’s just sitting there.  Waiting.  For you to gorge.  That’s why the fat comes back so easy: Built-in storage!  It’s why so many people have such a hard time keeping fat off long-term As well.  

My friends and I decided to counter the Thanksgiving Beast with the good, ole one-two of food journaling and Zumba attendance.  If I get my game face back on, I should be able to get things rolling again.  We are headed to Zumba on Tuesday and we will see what happens after that, but baby steps.  I journaled my food today, managed to eat beyond my calorie allowance and was still hungry alllll day long.  But I’m glad for the journal.  If I had skipped it, I’m sure things would have been even uglier.  As it is, I feel pretty solid about today.  No major disappointments or successes and I met my goal of journaling.  Now I can step into December with at least one semi-solid day under my belt.  😉

   Here’s my student’s winter themed art work that I’m all gaga over.  They turned out just AMAZING!  

I was looking through Instagram and was chuckling over all of these memes going, “Oh my gosh!  Bradley!  It’s sooo truuue!”  And laughing like a maniac.  LOL!  Because they ARE true!  I was just saying, the other day, how I have no upper body, and it’s TRUE that my arms get their best workout when I’m working the hair!  Also, I do feel like that squirrel, right now, all chubby and fluffy after the Thanksgiving brouhaha, but I am glad I didn’t gain The full ten pounds for that role.  I’m proud to say that I braved the scale today and saw 199.2.  I have to believe part of that is water weight from salty and different kinds of foods, but I fully own that some of that is all that gravy, stuffing, cheese and pumpkin pie with whipped cream that I ate, without a shred of guilt, this weekend.  I’m ready to get back to my better habits, though.  I felt a bit stuck in a pattern of shopping in the fridge for delicious morsels followed with something sweet that needs to get broken with the workweek habit, again.

  
A couple of monkeys and I finished decorating the house for the holidays.  Trees and lights all decorated and the tubs are back in storage.  Why is it that we do this all for one month out of the year?!?!  LOL!  Our elves, Snowflake and Snowman, made their return, too.  Jude let me know, with glee, that they will be here for 26 sleeps!  Oh boy. 

  
We woke up to an icy fog this morning, reminiscent of that movie The Others, where the fog just never leaves…  We decided to see what St. Edward park looked like in the fog and got dressed for a chilly hike.  And oh my goodness, it was SO COLD.  I know a few people who ran a half marathon today, and all I could about was that icy fog, the chilly condensation and my freezing body and how doing that for 13 miles would be brutal.  I just couldn’t get warm on that whole hike, even though I ran a lot of it.  The hike, however, was definitely worth it.  The branches were dripping, the lichen was lively, fungus copious, the moss was rich and damp and it was the epitome of the Pacific Northwest temperate rainforest.  Both of our kids came alive when we took them out, making me realize we need to force them out of their winter cocoons more often!  I warmed up with a shower followed by an extensive blow drying of my hair and was in my head-to-toe, fleece footie jammers, and I was STILL COLD.  So when Bradley headed to the hot tub, I had to try that, too, and at last I warmed up enough to think about something else for a little while.  It’s funny how sometimes the cold seems to leech into your very bones.  Today was definitely like that!

GOALS:
This week I want to track my food every day.  That is my best way to get things going in the right direction, again.  I’m also planning to run a few times and I think I’ll try to Zumba a time or two this week, depending on how Bradley is feeling about running.  🙂

  
I ate a lot yesterday.  Like, take that whole notion of what a feast is supposed to be, and just know that I took it to heart.  My promise to myself is that if I stay on track the rest of the time, I can feast on the celebration days.  And boy, did I.  I remember being a kid on Thanksgiving, after the meal and the grown-ups were gathered around the dining table, the cousins were getting all sweaty and wrestle-y somewhere else, and I was watching The Love Boat while eating something whenever there happened to be the slightest bit of space in my tummy.  Space announced itself like hunger, and I just went with it.  Yesterday was like that.  I worked out at Zumba in the morning, cooked and, pretty much, fasted in the early afternoon, then gorged and laid around for the rest of the day.  I woke up this morning and I still wasn’t hungry.  I know it’s not as bad as I think it was, because I also let myself drink diet soda, but still.  I was stuffed last night.  Phew!  This morning I was determined to get back to a normal eating pattern, and for the most part I did.  Except that we went to the Macy’s Holiday Parade as part of our yearly Lj tradition and mini donuts were purchased and consumed.  Not to mention that almost allllllll of the food I ate today still had some gravy on top.  And did I mention it was stuffing that was coated with gravy?  Yeah.  So anyways. While I’m not eating the quantity, apparently I’m still in feast mode as far as quality goes.    

 After my lunch of gravy-laden stuffing with a side of rolls and jello salad, I was feeling roly poly and like I needed to move.  But not that much.  I just wanted to feel less guilty and a little more proactive about my plan!  Bradley mentioned needing to go to the store for a movie, so I decided to run to the store to meet him.  I was running with a belly full of stuffing and gravy, so I ended up with a stitch in my side for the middle third.  That wasn’t very fun, but while it was frigid-cold, the sun was shining, my tunes were in my ears and I was having the best time!  Five minutes before I crested the hill and made it to the QFC parking lot, I texted Bradley, and by the time I was lapping the store for the first time,  he was there!  It was a great way to trick myself into a brief workout.  And 1.9 miles is way better than 0.0, so I’m pretty satisfied.  I also felt like a smartie pants because I didn’t stop moving during the whole parade this morning.  I probably looked like a weirdo marching in place the whole time, but I stayed warm in the 35 degree weather and got in 4000 steps.  Tomorrow I’m taking Bradley on a run.  I’m looking forward to catching some crisp, Saturday miles with my heart!

I have some friends who are pretty sick.  Like, cancer and fighting-for-their-lives-at-a-ridiculously-young-age kind of sick.  When it first started happening among my peers I totally panicked.  I looked at these healthy, good, relatively young people and started falling victim to bad trains of thought- ‘if it happened to them, it could happen to anyone’ kind of thinking.  No amount of healthy eating or exercise can chase away every demon.  I got pretty freaked out and started feeling guilty and helpless.  Offers to help or expressions of love are nice, but that’s not giving anyone back their old normal.  Their illness takes over, becomes a central focus in their lives.  A trap, of sorts.  I didn’t know what to do.  

  
But the one thing I keep hearing is to be grateful for what I have.  Be grateful that I can use my body, still.  Be grateful that I’m not exhausted to the point that I can’t get off the sofa.  Be grateful that I can breathe and eat and sleep without problem.  Be grateful that I have the luxury of time.  Be grateful that I don’t have to fight for it, right now.  Be grateful that I get to look forward to watching life unfold before me.  Be grateful to be pain-free.  What I really take from all of it is that I need to live this life.  I need to take advantage of the opportunity of living.  I need to not take my endless days for granted; I need to embrace them for the treasure that they are and make sure they count.

I watched this movie one time called About Time.  In it, this young man finds out he can time travel.  The story meanders emotionally from here to there, and oh my goodness, I love the movie and consider it one of my favorites, but the greater learning I took from it was about being intentional with time.  He realized that it’s not the ability to do things over that matters, it’s the ability notice things and live so well, so whole, so purely and so in the moment that you don’t need to do it more or longer than what you’re already given.  Time flies when I choose to put my head down and wade through it like a job.  But when I intentionally take time to notice my world, observe the sky and smile at my second graders, cuddle my kids, all of the meaning I insert in my life seems to slow it down a little.  Instead of bursts that skip by in a blur, I get many markers along the way that help me to categorize and remember my day.  I forget, sometimes, to live intentionally, but today I’m reminded of my friends who don’t have the choice, right now, to use their bodies or treat their lives like they want to and I’m grateful to them for pointing out the obvious: today is a gift.  Every day is a gift.  This life is a gift and everything we get to do in it is something to be grateful for.  I’m thankful for the privilege of my life and everything that comes along with it.  I’m thankful to my two, living parents for giving me this life, for my husband for encouraging me to believe in myself so I can live it to the fullest, and my two children who provided the motivation for me to do everything I can to make it as long as possible.  

Today I lived a bit of life at Zumba for 75 minutes with Emily.  It was a fun class and I learned that I definitely need to work on my upper body strength.  I get so tired when we have to do things with our arms and it accelerates my moments of exhaustion when we wave them over our heads and stuff.  Clearly I need to build up some endurance and strength.  She ended the class with Santa Baby, which was a big, funny surprise for me, and lastly, Runnin’- the song that I got all emotional over last time.  Today I held it together better, but it’s funny that in context of the gym I get really goose-bumpy and girl-power over it.  I managed to get all 10,000 steps in by noon, and then we took a walk out in the crisp air before I even got all of my Thanksgiving cooking steps in!  It’s been a lovely day of celebrating with Lj four.  It was perfect- a wonderful day of gratitude and Thanksgiving.  I sincerely hope you can say the same and that you are able to find something to be grateful for as well.  Happy Thanksgiving!

  
Yesterday I wore this jean skirt to work that I’ve had for several years.  In all honesty, it’s one of the oldest things I have in my closet because I have refused to pay the $70 it takes to repurchase two tubes of denim in stonewash and dark rinse…  I mean, really.  And I thought it wouldn’t matter.  I thought that a tube of denim was a tube of denim and should function like a the tube of denim that it’s supposed to.  I put it on with a belt and that was supposed to keep everything in place.  

I hadn’t worn the skirt in a while…  I figured out why, yesterday, while I wandered around work.  Because the denim skirt that was too big, with each step I took it jacked the skirt up, left, right, left, right with each step and all of the sudden the waist of my skirt was resting exactly below my bust line.  I’d adjust, pull it down, and within thirty minutes I was ratcheting my micro-miniskirt back into a reasonable, teacherly, knee-length skirt.  I know, tough, right?  These are the problems I get to have.  In that one picture, you can literally see the floor and my feet in the space between my tummy and skirt!  Kinda funny!  It is a minor inconvenience, but it’s also a pretty awesome non-scale victory!  I finally shrunk out of my size 16’s!  I’ve been wanting to try on a size 12 lately.  Things are starting to feel loose again and it might just be time for a new wardrobe.  😈  That certainly kicks that challenge to hit 190 pounds by the New Year into high gear!  A few more pounds and my clothes will be falling off of me and I will simply NEED to purchase new clothes, right?  For the children.  Right?  And world peace.  Of course.

Air tight logic right there.

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I’m totally stoked about being on Thanksgiving Break.  My family begged off from the 5k (wah- it’s going to be cold, wet and along the freeway), so that’s off the books.  Instead, I’m going to Zumba with Emily (!!!)  for 75 minutes on Thanksgiving morning.  But then I found myself pouring over the schedule all excited to integrate some more body pump, cycling classes and …  More running!?!?!?  I’m so excited about running during this break.  Maybe I can get some solid distance under my sneaks!  Tomorrow I get to chop a lot of food up and get ready for our Tofurkey Day.  It’s just the four of us vegetarians at Lj House, this year, so we plan on being super slothful and full of Thanskgiving festivities like watching the Thanksgiving parade, watching Pocahontas, viewing the Friends Thanksgiving episodes, going for a walk, decorating our tree and other historical and traditional activities.  But mostly fitting more stuffing and gravy into the cracks around the pieces of pie with whipped cream.

Yep.  I said pieces.  It’s a holiday.

  
This week was met with the first frost of the season and all the fun of real, authentic, freezing, fall weather.  I made that promise to myself to get out and run, regard less of the weather, but Monday was chilly and my planned rest day.  Tuesday was also cold and it just seemed like a good idea to give my body just one more day of recovery…  On Wednesday I started to recognize that I was being lazy and by Thursday I fully owned it by adjusting my calories which I blew through on Friday by feeling like eating my way through everything in my path that day.  It was definitely a high-low week for feeling chilly, feeling good, feeling bad and feeling worn out!  I battled the food demons, the Blerch and depression.  It was a challenging week, so I am not going to be too upset about it.

One of my favorite moments was definitely Glasses Day at work.  Two of my colleagues picked up new specks within a day of each other so we had a glasses day to celebrate their new glasses!  I briefly wore my grandfather’s old army glasses.  At 8:10 that morning, we met in the frosty air with all of our respective glasses on for a picture.  I’ve loved every staff I’ve had the opportunity to work with, but I definitely think change is good.  It’s not so much that my gifts were lost at my last school as much as they were already utilized and understood.  It’s wonderful to go to a new work environment where I get to learn so much from my newer colleagues, but I also get to see myself anew through their eyes.  It’s incredibly reaffirming and I definitely feel the love from and for my people.  ❤️

  
This morning Bradley and I were drinking coffee, considering the day when I realized that he had a big project going (He’s pouring and making our concrete countertops!  Our kitchen is getting finished, at last!).  I realized I was going to be on my own in the house so I quickly hopped online and looked at the gym schedule for the gym close to my house and saw that there was a Zumba class starting in 15 minutes! Right after that a body pump weightlifting class was scheduled.  I decided to get dressed and dash to the gym, and made it there ten minutes into the first class.  It felt good to move, but I didn’t feel like I got an absolutely amazing workout, for some reason.  I decided to definitely stay for the body pump class, and but the end of it my quads were burning, my shoulders tight and my triceps tingling!  It was a great way to start my Thanksgiving week off right!

I snapped the mirror selfie on my way out the door because I keep being surprised by my appearance again lately.  I don’t know what the shift is, but every once in a while I just catch a glimpse of myself and -I think it must be in an instant when I’m thinking I’m still 340 pounds or so – and I’ll get startled by what I see: this little person in the mirror.*  This was one of those moments, so I took it.

The picture and the fierce feeling after my classes got me thinking, too.  Maybe I need a goal in front of me.  Maybe I need something to dangle in front of myself to stay focused over the course of the next six weeks, and just maybe that is making the goal of 150 pounds officially lost by 2016!  I always say I’ve lost ‘about’ 150 pounds, but the absolute truth is that I’ve ‘only’ lost 148 pounds.  It would be a pretty cool thing to be officially in the 150 club…  So I think I’m going to try for it!  That definitely means I need to be serious about working out and eating lots of clean foods!  Here’s hoping I can do it!  And if I don’t make it, putting every effort towards the success of this goal so I don’t feel disappointed in myself.  

While in the class today, I got the big idea to make pumpkin soup from our remaining pumpkinMon our porch.  I chopped it up when I got home and processed most of it for Thanksgiving pumpkin pie, and some of it for today’s pumpkin soup.  I’ve had several run-ins with pumpkin soup this autumn, at high hunger times like after the half marathon or really delayed waiter services, and I have been a bit obsessed with getting my hands on a bowlful or seven more.  So today, at last, I made a huge pot of it.  It is so stinking good.  So today, I will eat it to my heart’s content.  Today.  But that’s it.  Pumpkin soup is kind of like a one meal kind of deal- done after that. A little bit and I’m set.  It’s delicious, but it turns out I can only take it so far.  I know that, now.  😉 Those beloved colleagues I mentioned will have something to warm their tummies waiting in the staff room tomorrow.  

*At least littler than I expect- do you see Amazon Tamara in the glasses picture towering above her colleagues??  Like I’ve said, I have no problem being an Amazon and I only point it out so I can get used to the idea that I’m naturally bigger structured than most women and that’s okay!  Perhaps my tag name should be Tamazon.  Oooohhhh.  I like that…  Lol!

  
Have you ever been to the mall, before hours, to see all of the seniors swiftly gliding around, waving enthusiastically at one another?  It’s this whole subculture that takes place between the hours of 6:00 until the store’s opening.  As a former mall employee, I can attest to seeing the same faces, day after day.  Back in the day we certainly walked the mall as well.  It was warm, dry and not too fast for my slow self.  It was the perfect place to get started on winter fitness before I had built up mileage or endurance.  These days it can be tricky to get out and get the workout in during the winter.  When the rain falls and the sky is dark, it’s ridiculously easy to hunker down under a blanket instead of running around freezing my booty off.  

To make ourselves a little more comfortable, we’ve adopted the mid-lifers version of the mall: the high school, between the hours of 5:00 PM and 10:00PM!  High schools usually have covered, yet outdoor, hallways.  Nobody is there.  We can RUN because we are alone.  For whatever reason, in the 1960’s when they built so many of our Western Washington schools, they built them using a California model with outdoor hallways.  Freezing, wet, outdoor hallways.  They are not fun when 16 and in a skirt between classes, but they are perfect for people who like to run.  Because high schools have events that run late at night, the walkways are usually well-lit and safe, even at night.  They protect schools with security systems and guards, there’s a million different routes to take, the kids love playing there….  I’m feeling pretty clever at having discovered our new hang!  We’ve gone several times this season and I think we will definitely continue.  I managed over four miles on campus today, and never once had to share the track with the bajillion kids at soccer camp.  😉

Add to that, that our kids love to run around and play.  We let them play parkour in the courtyard, they run play tag, ride their scooters respectfully and are feeling quite at home at their future high school.  They ask questions about the different clubs, observe the different sporting events and beg to attend the plays.  

It’s a suggestion, I’m making.  A movement, if you will.  A place to set aside our excuses Of dark-wet-cold.  These are public, safe places meant for families.  We should be using them like the public parks they are supposed to be after hours!