Lately I have been stressing a lot about Tallie going to kindergarten. Not that I don't think she is ready or that I won't be able to handle it but because she is the only one in the entire neighborhood of a million kids in her class. Here we have a Spanish immersion program where throughout elementary they learn English and Spanish in the classroom and by the time they reach 6Th grade they are fluent in speaking Spanish. Tallie was on the waiting list to get in the program and they called to let me know there was an opening in the afternoon class. Of course without thinking it all the way through I say no because of the inconvenience of an afternoon class with Chloe being morning. After I hang up the phone I realize how dumb I was because all of her friends and everyone she knows are all in the Spanish classes and they will continue to be throughout elementary. Tallie will never be in her friends classes, ever. So I called the school back and they had already given the spot away. She is currently on the waiting list for 1st grade. I hope it happens. I just keep thinking about when I was in elementary and how great it was that my best friend who lived across the street and I were always in the same class and how we played at recess and never really looked for our other friends if they were in a different class. I want that for her. But Tallie being the sweet girl she is told me the other day that she didn't think any of her friends were going to be in her same class (she prob overheard me talking to TJ about it) and she reassured me and said "But it's OK because I am going to make new friends!" I'm so glad she is not worried and is comforting me because I am such a baby. Her first day is tomorrow and she is so excited. I am too! She also had her first day of gymnastics the other day. She has been waiting for a LONG time to start and we had decided that once she was five and in "FREE" school she could choose something and gymnastics was her choice. She was in heaven and is so happy to be in her friend Maili's class.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
20 miles and such...
Yesterday was my big run that I had been dreading and NEVER ever thought I could actually run, let alone solo. I woke up about 5:45am and drove myself up Provo canyon. That is where my run would start and would take me all the way down to Utah Lake. DO you KNOW how FAR that IS?? The first 10 miles were fine and the last 5 were mentally and physically painful. At mile 18 I stopped to walk a couple minutes because I sooo needed to stop but it was extremely hard to get my legs to move again. They were jello and oh so sore and it was everything I could do to actually get myself back to slow jog and then after the LONGEST 2 miles of my life I finally hit my 20 miles and I couldn't be happier to stop. It was a huge accomplishment for me and I am really proud of myself for doing it. And the fact that I did it on my own. I didn't need the motivation from anyone else but me and I didn't need someone by my side cheering me on or holding my hand. I did it for me and it feels pretty great. I'm still nervous for the actual race which is in 3 weeks but I know I can do it. There might be some tears involved (tears of pain) and it will definitely be a challenge but it will be worth it in the end.
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