| | Tired. So very tired. Not because of anything new, but the strain of months of swimming upstream, fighting the current, chasing the upperclassmen, and always trying to beat the clock. Everything I learned about life, I learned from high school swim team. Haha. Not completely true, but it's catchy. Oh how I miss the rhythm of swimming. The satisfaction of complete exhaustion every single practice. Without fail. Swimming laps looks boring, but when you are always sprinting after those furiously kicking feet in front of you, and the adrenaline of tapping them, which causes the swimmer in front to stop and let you pass, which makes you have to haul a** to catch the swimmer in front of them. It's awesome. It's alot like life. There's no end. There's always harder, better, faster, stronger. Being this tired makes me need to go running. Town Lake is beautiful around 5 pm. "Miss Lee, MISS LEE! Hello......" I have one student in here typing a book report and one writing paragraphs 50 times for misbehavior. I am ignoring the hoodlum who is getting very frustrated by my lack of attention. I am smiling on the inside. The things kids will do for attention. Ahhh.... silence as he gives up. I am taking Thursday off. Even competitive swimmers taper. Excited about Wednesday night. Finally, a reward for myself. You'd think physical exhaustion is the worst, but this exhaustion..... psychological? emotional? This is worse. This is the most tired I have been. Now, I'll need to do tutorials and go run the tired off. I'm a teacher afterall; we don't have time for weakness. |
