The first thing I do when the boys get out of school for the summer is wash and hang their nasty backpacks in the sun to dry. The questionable stains remain, but at least I know that the fermented fruit smell from the petrified apples found in the outer pockets dissipates rather quickly with a good washing.
The second thing I do is try to provide the boys with a bit of structure for the long, lazy days ahead, otherwise Charlie will get a really bad migraine and refuse to get out of his green chair.
This year I am using Myjobchart.com to give them enough chores in the morning and evening to keep them occupied and Charlie headache-free. And also so they don’t swing from the drapes or climb up onto the roof. (Did you know that there’s something about boys and roof-climbing?)
So far, so good.
This was my first big summer project: getting the boys in line.
Otherwise I threatened to send them to Camp Old Navy where all of the creepy mannequins hang out in coordinating outfits.
I have their charts hanging on the fridge, and so after they do their job they must cross it off the list. Each chore is worth a certain number of points so that by the end of the week they have earned a trip to Jamba juice or a movie ticket. It’s an expensive project, but the alternative is a house with no drapes and a bunch of broken arms from accidental roof falls.
Speaking of falls, I dragged myself over to the track today all by my lonesome early in the morning for a few mile repeats. (I didn’t fall today, but I have been track road kill in the past.)
The high school had their graduation ceremony here a few days ago, but the only reminder of the event was small bits of trash that were obviously too small for the clean-up crew to bother with.
Though I spend many a nights at this track, I haven’t run on it myself since March when I ran my Yasso 800’s for the Boston marathon in an average pace of 3:24, which supposedly predicted my upcoming marathon finish time. However, I strained my adductor and totally messed that up, didn’t I? Either that or Yasso’s don’t work for old ladies.
Anyway, this was my first day back for some speed work; unfortunately I had to do a set of 4 x1 mile repeats all alone since MFP stays up too late and was too tired this morning to join me.
“I’ll get you next time,” he said as I tried to rouse him at 6 a.m. What does that even mean?
Generally having him there helps me out because I can forget about my watch and just chase him around the track.
I put on my favorite speed shoes, the Brooks PureConnect’s, and got myself in gear.
My training plan called for each repeat to be about 7:11.
The first one was right on. The next ones were 6:58, 6:55 and 6:58. I jogged an 800 between each one.
The last time I did mile repeats I ran them right around 6:40 pace, so I obviously am not back up to speed yet.
However, I am working on being patient and working myself back up to tip top shape very slowly. (Most of you know that this is not easy for me, and that I really prefer to overdo it.)
In fact, only logging 7 miles for the day feels wrong.
But not quite as wrong as my hairdo. (Our family hair lady is out with a shoulder injury, so I have to wait until mid-June to get a haircut. I apologize in advance for the next two weeks of selfies.)
But here’s to hoping that in a month’s time I will have a fresh haircut, my mile repeats will be much faster, and the boys won’t have to all be sent off to Camp Old Navy.
Have a great day!