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?