DDD

No, not a bra size. Certainly not mine, anyway. DDD stands for Distracted, Derailed and Drama. All of what I'm feeling tonight.

I actually left work early today, early for me. 3:30. I'd just put the final touches on my report cards and emailed the principal that they were complete. It's amazing to me that each time, the kinder teachers freak out and I ask the principal for a two to three day extension. Then I go and finish on the original due date. Happens every single time. This causes a bit of resentment with other kinder teachers because they are still assessing kids and have to have the report cards in by Wednesday. So sue me. I work best under pressure, always have and it sucks but it's me. The evilness I got today from one teacher just astounded me. I plan ahead. I had a parent come in and help me with some testing. I did some actual teaching, then gave them independent work and assessed. I got my s**t done, and it causes resentment. Drama. Whatever.

Coming home early allowed me to make a pot of homemade chicken veggie soup. I did really well with the knife this time, but picked up the peeler to peel the carrots and.....yep. Took off half my fingernail all the way down to the quick and the top layer of the tip of my finger. At least there was no blood and I know the peeler works. Good grief. This is why I don't cook much. I've also discovered the complete disgust my son has for celery. If I hadn't carried him in my belly I'd really wonder about him sometimes.

Dad was on my mind today. John Brand is at school subbing for the VP for a few days so he brought me a new playground ball and I spent time catching up with him after school, talking about all his trips he's taking in between subbing. It's amazing how much he reminds me of dad when they really are nothing alike. They are both good ole boys and there is just something about him that reminds me of the good parts of dad. After school, I met Franklin and Cassie at rite aid because I left my wallet in my gym bag yesterday after teaching and had no money, there was a song playing in the store that was one of dad's favorites. Some country tune that goes "Hey, good lookin. Whatcha got cookin? How's about cooking something up for me?" I had to chuckle at that one. At least it wasn't the one he would always sing to me. The Most Beautiful Girl in the World. I would have started bawling in the store. Crap, now I'm tearing up as I write. Onto other things.

I've had several great BodyPump classes lately. Yesterday, though, was a first in a looooong time. NO MEN. Yep. Must have been the 49er game. Each class I have 6-7, even at PAC on saturday I had 7 which is a lot for that class, and 3 were new ones I had never seen. So to have an entire class full of estrogen yesterday was different and quite fun! They are beginning to step it up, adding weights, doing push ups on their toes. I had a brand new girl who came with another fairly new participant. I was able to work with them after class because the new girl had struggled with technique for squats. It was so rewarding to give her feedback and see her make adjustments to the correct positioning! I also had her friend tell me she goes to a BP class in San Jose but she likes mine and is going to start coming to the weekday classes as well.

I'm gearing up for AIM on Sunday. I'm excited and feel really ready to take my instruction to the next level. But I'll be honest. I'm also freaking out. What else is new? I know a bit of what will go on, but there's the intimidation factor. Not knowing who else will be there, how much more experience they will have, what track will I be assigned and how badly will I screw it up? I'm confident, as I listen to BP79 again tonight that I have the chorey nailed. I haven't done it since before Halloween but its all coming back. I actually am not hoping for one track over another, not like with initial training. Deb joked that I would get lunges. Meh. If I do, so be it. Of course, back is my favorite but I love this release so much that I could get triceps or lunges and still be happy. It is what it is. I just worry about challenges or whatevere else they throw our way. I have to bring a belt and a yardstick. My curiosity is peaked for sure!

I'm so thankful but really bummed that Alex is subbing for me on Sunday because I won't get to take the class from him! I have only told a couple of people he will be there but I will let the gang know. They will be excited to have him all to themselves!

One of the gang, a former Gold's participant, gave me the greatest compliment today. Yesterday in class, I called her name out a couple of times for different things. I'm not even sure what they were, one was during a track and she stopped so I might have used her name and pushed her to keep going, and the other time was I believe she was cleaning up at the start of abs or something. Well I got a sense from her at the end that made me want to connect with here after class to see if everything was okay but because I started talking to the new girl, I didn't get the chance. I sent her a FB message and reached out, apologizing if I was a bit to strong in calling her out and to make sure she wasn't mad. Her response made me feel so good inside. She told me that she could NEVER be mad at me, that I'm a true professional and motivator. She told me she would not be where she is physically if it weren't for me and that my classes and the women she's meeting keeps her going. She then thanked me for pushing her to do push ups on her toes because she has noticed a difference in her shoulders and back. We are getting together for coffee this weekend to chat and I feel honored that she wants to connect and that she holds my classes so highly. This is what makes it worth it. To give back the way others have given to me. It's paying it forward.

So the Distracted and Derailed part above comes from the fact that even though I read 7 chapters in my text yesterday, I'm still on chapter 16 out of 45. Even now, I should be reading but I haven't blogged in so long and I really did have the textbook open on my lap and just couldn't get into it tonight. Maybe I did too much reading yesterday! I'm gonna be in serious trouble if I don't buckle down. I don't know if I work better under pressure in this instance. Sigh.

At this point, nothing I read tonight will stick so I'm calling it a night and getting to sleep. This extra has done nothing for me except get me to wake up early this morning, fight getting up and still I made it to work at the same time. I should get a job working graveyard. I'm better at night anyway.