New Job!

On Friday, I will be closing my door at Guilco and opening a new door at a private independant school here in town.  I.am.so.excited.

It all happened randomly.  I wasn't looking for a job at all but as these things happen in this profession, a former colleague called to tell me about this opening (she also happens to work there. Oh and is now going to be my boss, but that's NOT how I got the job.)

I was on vacation at the River with my sister having the best.week.ever. and she called.  I talked about the job to friends, family, anyone who would listen and I decided to interview.  Monday after I got back from vacation.  Following Will's allergy check.  Ha.  What's that saying? "Anything worth doing is worth overdoing?"  Yeah, that's me.

So two weeks, 3 face to face interviews/meetings/tours, one skype call with two volunteers, I got the call that I'm hired! 

It's a great school that will offer my boys a great education.  Mo' money, reduced tuition, better insurance, better, better, better.  Oh, and room for advancement and a commute that could*  involve walking to work.

Yahoo! I start on the 4th! 

*Let's be serious here. I'm a runner but I'm not really a walk to work kind of girl.

This guy.

This little guy is going to Kindergarten. In one week. Tonight is the school picnic and next Monday is open house and then Wednesday, we'll pack up his newly purchased school supplies and walk him into his new school.  In his red polo and khakis. 

I just can't believe how quickly time flies. 

14 and 15

My amazing running buddy, Hilly, recapped our 14-miler the best anyone could.  You can read that here, if you haven't already.

Let me recap 15 really quickly.

After 14, I didn't run again until 15.  I was not really interested in leaving all this to go run:

So on Sunday, I drove the 5 hours back to NC and ran 15 miles.  Easy right? Ha!

I decided to break it up into 3 5-milers.  I started at 5pm.  It was a cool 91 degrees.

The first mile was fab. The second wasn't as great but okay. The 3-5 were brutal.  I was so freaking hot that sweat was flying off in front of me.  So gross.

I got to my car, cooled down, ate a banana, and started on the 2nd 5. Good.  Those miles were fine. Slow but fine.  I had my groove.

Then I started on the last 5.  Knowing that Hilly was meeting me for the last 2 of the run energized me until about 11.5. Then, it was like my Garmin just stopped working along with my legs, my head, my arms. Everything.  When I saw her pull in, I was at almost 13 and I wanted to die.  My legs hurt.  I sat on the ground and said I wasn't moving.

So we sat and chatted for a few minutes and then I got up again.

We finished 2 more miles and I literally wanted to die.  It was a train wreck from mile 2 until mile 15. I was so happy to be DONE with it.

Luckily, this week the 4, 7, and 4 have been good and have restored my faith in why I run.

Tomorrow, lucky number 13.  We've got this.