I am in the second floor lounge of our student center, running mid-term conferences. It is 70 degrees out, the sun is blasting through these south-facing windows, and I am yearning for a nice walk in the out-of-doors.
However, my students are smart and bright and sunny, they’re enjoying this crazy goose-chase of an analysis essay I’m making them write, and I have a new macbook. So I do have things to celebrate.
It is supposed to snow this weekend. Gah.
Enjoy Deb’s race report (below). And for the record, I did not start calling us “team yonker,” one of those fellow running buds did. The irony, of course, is that as a team we are motley: one of us has a heart murmur, one of us has asthma, and one of us is completely bio-mechanically inefficient and crooked. More aptly put, we are “team gimpy.”