My son’s whole class knows how slow I am now.
LilZ’s math class is studying ratios. On Monday there was some excercise where the teacher discussed a train going a distance (so cliché) in a certain amount of time and they had to decide the speed of the train. LilZ decided to pipe in and say, “My mom ran 18 miles this weekend in four hours.” At first I was like, “That’s right! I’m awesome! Way to brag on me, son.”
“That means you ran 4.5 miles per hour.”
I suddenly needed to explain myself, “I usually go five miles an hour!” Like that is some landspeed record I need to brag about. “But there was some downtime between races. And I walked miles 16-18! I’m not normally that slow! I ran the half-marathon in 2hrs and 35 minutes. That’s actually faster than 5 miles per hour. Did you tell them that? Did you tell them I’m not normally that slow?”
LilZ just looked at me like I was on crack. “It was just a math problem.”
He’s learning hard life lessons with me as his Mom. Namely? Sometimes some people are KRAZEE. Sometimes a grown woman cares a little too much about Junior High kids thinking she’s a slowpoke. Maybe she’s having flashbacks to shooting on the other team’s goal when she played basketball. Maybe she’s remembering tripping across the finish-line when she ran track. Maybe she has deep, dark insecurities about pre-teens judging her athletic abilities. But probably? She’s just KRAZEE.
Um no you are Krazee..Because seriously the fact that you CAN run 18 miles. Wait the fact that you can run further than the end of your driveway is freakin awesome!!!
Ok, I couldn’t run eighteen miles ever, let alone that quickly. To me 4.5 miles an hour sounds like lightning speed. You’re my new super hero.
Yes, you are crazy, but in a good way. I bet the teacher couldn’t run 4.5 miles in an hour.
Dear MsZ,
Are you retraining for a marathon again? You totally don’t need to be on your feet for four hours…anything past 2,5 hours does really nothing for your training. If you want some help, just holler. Love your designs – am trying one out on my blog!
“Maybe she has deep, dark insecurities about pre-teens judging her athletic abilities.” That says it all right there. The thought of preteens in general scares the be-jeesuz out of me. And the judgment? I don’t want to live through that again.