It was a stress-filled week. Being in education means having to worry about grades. In this case it was state wide school grades. An urban district has it's challenges and complexities so we had plenty to worry about. Thankfully the teachers did a pretty good job this year and so did the kids. Grades were mostly up and learning gains were plentiful. The Grim Reaper of media and community outrage was quieted.
Nevertheless, anxiety was prevalent this week; it was as if I was an expectant father. Hence I skipped my mid week run and fretted around analyzing numbers and drafting releases. When the relief valve was spent and the last microphone was packed away I went for a run this morning and it was like running in concrete. Holy moley. Less than four miles effort and I was feeling like I might not make it home. I thought about solutions to a state takeover candidate high school and that distracted me long enough to bring it into the barn - but just in time.
Tomorrow the boys and I are going for a tropical trail (more like undergrowth) run with the cross country team. Only the post run pancake breakfast makes it entirely worthwhile. Let's hope we don't twist, fall and shout when a snake, panther or alligator pops out and pushes me into the pointy palms.