I thought that I would make use of this post and get a couple of different things into it.
First off, here is a picture that was captured at one of our home games, I’m assuming it was earlier in the football season as it was starting to get dark earlier at the later part of the season. I’m pretty sure that was taken when I was running over to the whole team with the linemen after their group warm ups:
Second item on the agenda; I’ve decided to run a 5k this Saturday. I’ve been running pretty regularly for the past couple of weeks. The race is call the Jingle Bell run which is put together to help support the Cottage Grove Jog Club as well as a charity here in town. Believe me, I have no intention or want to (nor believe that I could) win the race. I’m looking for a steady pace and a finish.
Emphasis on the finish. Luckily, I’ll be running with at least two other teachers from the high school. Their pace is little faster than my natural gait but I can easily keep up, hopefully keep enough energy for a kick at the end. I’ll post the results here.
Like I said, I’ve been running consistently, three miles here, four miles at other times. I’ve ran with Jess, my mom and co-workers… and I haven’t had a bad run yet, even though I have had to scare away a couple of dogs. As for today’s run, I couldn’t find a partner so I ventured off on my own, which was a first. I was worried that I would lose my motivation to keep a pace and finish without stopping if I didn’t have others to pace me or compete against. But I was wrong, I plowed through nearly four miles. Here’s a Google Map view of today’s run:
My buddy Ricky, who is the long-distance coach for the track team, sent me a wonderful site that has helped me map out my routes and tracking what I have done. You can find a link here. Using Google Maps, it allows me to click out my path, giving me mileage counts and even elevation. As well, I can save my routes for later use or look up other saved routes to give me a variety of runs.
Ricky also gave me an immense spread sheet that charts absolutely everything. Mileage, Year-to-Date mileage, Life-to-Date Mileage, average pace, heart rate, how far I’ve ran in a particular pair of shoes and even tracking my progress to the moon or around the world. Twenty-eight miles down. Hopefully, I will be diligent and keep track of my progress.
To help me do so, even when I’m away from my spreadsheet I’ve added the WPss plugin to Box of Whine. This allows me to intergrate spreadsheets into this site. If you haven’t notice, there is a new section to the top of the post and to the side that says “Running Log”. Here, you can see my progress, when I’ve done well, when I’ve slacked. This is just a parred down version of Ricky’s spreadsheet, but nonetheless, it helps me track and I can add to it from any computer with internet access.
The 2008 Football season came to a close for the Cottage Grove Lions in Sisters on Halloween night. Our team pulled through and sealed a victory over the Outlaws 30-26. It was a stereotypical ‘nail-biter’ and a defensive struggle. Despite the win over the once great Outlaws, we were relegated to finishing out of the playoff bracket. It has always been hard implementing a new system and this is one of the consequences. Not that we should have finished this early, I think that, as a team, we could have been destined for at least one playoff trip, if not more. But that is one of the downsides to coaching, there is only so much you can do and none of it you have any direct control over. To cap it off, this was my first group of players that I have coached since they were Freshmen. It is been a rewarding experience to see them change both athletically but also in their personalities.
I’m definitely torn. I love football and I love coaching it, hanging out with the players and the coaches is a major benefit. On the other hand, I am very pleased to get back to my workout routine that has been just slightly above nonexistent. I’ll get home a little earlier, see Jess a little more, and be able to take my time and relax, if only for a little bit during the day. I’ll be happy to get home, maybe read a little more… who knows, we’ll see.
Faster than I can comprehend, I’m sure spring practices will be here and I’ll be in the swing of it all again.
Apparently, if you take the long way to LaPine and take the more direct way back, it’s still unbelievably long. Still, one of the other coaches and I did take the opportunity to name every player. From the top of my head:
‘Cano, Beetlejuice, Donny, Irish, Bulldog, Farcus, Soubcheck, Pillow, Cleetus, Snackshack, Norris, Clay Aiken, Bea Arthur, ‘Mater, Spiccoli, Aquaman, Big Tuna, The Stones, Ralphie…
not bad committing all of those to memory even with the 5 hours I slept before getting back for work. LaPine’s varsity team shows up here tonight.
A big shout-out to Mr. Chris Pratt for showing up at LaPine on his unplanned visit to the Bend/Redmond area. Thanks for the support, buddy.
It has been a while since I’ve posted about my race for less of me. I definitely ran into some trouble, I had stopped seeing negative numbers, not that I was seeing positive ones, I just wasn’t gaining or losing. People had said that it was just my plateau, however, I think I have to disagree. The wall I hit was me, I relaxed how closely I was watching what I eating, there were defintely some days when I didn’t enter a complete day’s worth of food and other days when I didn’t enter anything at all. After a little self-recorrection, I think I’m back on track.
I was surprised this morning. I came in at 258.5 pounds. When I first saw that, all I saw was the ‘eight,’ and I though, “how the hell could I have gained almost 7 pounds over night? After a closer examination, I saw that it was “58” not “68” I was literally standing on the scale in all my glory, staring at my feet saying, “wow.” However, being the skillful pessimist that I am, I didn’t believe. All the possibilities ran through my head, “Maybe you weren’t on the scale all the way. Maybe you were accidentally leaning against something. Maybe the scale is in one of the grooves of the linoleum.” It’s funny how I instantly go through every possible option besides: “I lost the weight.” So I weighted myself again: 258.5 pounds. After that I’m starting to believe. I went through my routine, took my shower, got my contacts in, and just to triple-check, I weighed myself again: 258.5 again. Now I’m a believer. I’m starting to take on the feeling of doing something good and being proud of myself. I think I’ve been resisting that because I have always had the sneaking suspicion that when I start to be proud of myself, that’s when I let myself slip. But I’ve never done anything like this before, so hopefully I’m beyond that.
Sadly, I had a whole post in already in draft form in my head about when I hit 260 pounds. I was going to post a picture of my license and say: “I am now offically my license weight, I have never actually been my license weight. My license weight was a lie, but I finally made an honest license out of it.” …But, I went right through 260, thankfully. However, once again, my license is a liar, for the first time in my life, my license says I weigh more than I actually do. Personally, I think that’s certain shade of awsome.
In other “repetitious self-congratulations”: Yesterday was the last day for seniors at CGHS. I had a lot of my students that I’ve taught come through, say goodbye and take pictures… which was great. Even my football players came by to make a couple of last jokes and give a hug (with the “man-slap” on the back, of course). But what really touched me was that there were a lot of students I had never coached or taught that came to say goodbye to me, to give a hug and take a group picture with. These were just kids that I had just casually talked to in the halls once in a while, or I knew them through one of their friends. Apparently, I had made a big enough impression that they wanted me to know. As sappy as it sounds, that was really important for me, it makes me feel as though I’m doing a good job and that I make a difference even if I don’t see them in my classroom or on the football field.
I think I’m pretty lucky to have my job.