So this morning G said “Good job. You need to move to the next level now.” Ha! See here and here if you have no idea what I’m talking about.
Modified circuit this morning. Long-way warm-up, a mile on the track, one circuit, then a bunch of hopping and higher-open and whatnot. We also did the hold-your-breath-and-run thing for four 100s. I nearly made it all the way on the first three, and did make it on the last one. But that seems unlikely, so I was probably unconsiously cheating.
Total mileage was probably only five, and I feel a little guilty for not returning to RunTex the long way to at least push it above six miles. Oh well, as they say, you want to “shoot your cannons from a battleship, not a row boat.” Learn something new every lunar eclipse, don’t you?
Not running-related. The team parents on Joshua’s six and under tee ball team have ordered special, matching shirts for all the kids and parents to wear at the games. “It will intimidate the other team!” they said. The whole thing really bothers me. It’s ridiculous, and these parents are ridiculous. I think we’re the only family that didn’t go in on the shirts. I’m sure we’re already outcasts for not ponying up and “supporting your child”.
I’m sure it seems like a small thing, but I bet it’s just the beginning: thousand dollar sports camps, $200 embroidered bags, travelling select teams, etc. In fact, one of Joshua’s teammates, a six-year old kid, already has a private hitting instructor. His dad was telling me about it: “It’s only $75 an hour! You should really look into it.” Good grief. I don’t care what anyone else does with their money and time, but it bothers me when they inflict those same values on us and judge us (poorly) on them.
What do y’all think?
Who has a $75/hour hitting coach from Joshua’s team? OMG…I hope it’s not Garrett. Good grief…it’s T-ball.
Y’all hang with a pretty ritzy crowd. What kind(s)of psycopath(s) wants to intimidate 6 year olds (and younger)? And hitting coaches for T-ball? What ever happened to a little help from mom and dad?
OK, forget about the next level running. It’s time to take your BLOG to the next level with gems like this. You could be the new and improved John Kelso. You even live south of the river, unlike him.
Someone needs to skewer people and behavior like this and I vote for you – the pen is mightier than lots of things.
sorry to get back on the subject of the workout, but i’m impressed you were able to do even one hold-your-breath-and-sprint-across-the-field thingee. i was only able to make it about 80% each time. still, in a sick way, i kind of liked doing them.
anyone know when noel is going to run with us again?
What happened to taking 5 balls, a bat and a glove down to the park with your kid for an hour. It’s cheap, fun, and rewarding time with eachother.
No wonder kids are growing up with a sense of entitlement.
A few more comments:
1. Noel will possibly rejoin the group when it gets really hot (I mean the ambient temperature)
2. DV – If they really want to intimidate 6 year olds, how about issuing real spikes, the steel kind, to your team and teach the kids how to slide and slash!
As a real BB player, you probably are aware of several other intimidation techniques. There’s always the no slide, knock them on their ass base running technique. Anytime you have the opportunity to make a 6 year old cry, it’s probably good for intimidation.
The knock-them-on-their-ass (KTOTA) worked for me once in 5th or 6th grade against Kathy Mohr. OK, it didn’t really work because she still got me out, she didn’t cry, and my best friend told me I was out-of-line.
Just like you want to buy the cheapest house in the neighborhood, you want to have the lowest moral values in your crowd so that there will always be someone around to tell you when you are out-of-line. You may need to find a new T-ball team. Of course, it may be immoral to abandon the T-ball team to the existing zeitgeist. (I just looked up zeitgeist on wikipedia. I think it is appropriate.)
Just so no one is offended, I’m joking, except about the zeitgeist and trying to knock Kathy Mohr down.