What the heck, boss?

I’m still shocked. I’m in disbelief. I can’t believe the American people voted for Donald Trump as their leader. This whole time I thought it was a joke. I know I fall into the “coastal elite” category, but how could anyone possibly choose someone who says such awful things about women, the disabled, and Latinos?  He’s so far from a role model. He’s someone I’d never want my students and my nieces and nephews to look up to. I was quite the socialist when I was in college. Can you blame me? I was a Sociology and Afro-American/African Studies major at the University of Michigan. We’re a US hippy haven. I’ve toned it down over the years and am not too involved in politics. I married a moderate who has voted for Kerry, Obama, and Romney. Brent has helped me understand the perspective of Republican America.

Tuesday we had our own election at school. Classrooms voted for their class stuffed pet of choice. Scholars had voter registration cards and voted at a polling center. Our female dominated staff was pumped and ready to celebrate a historic evening. I guess I feel so confused because I assumed Hillary would win. I feel confused because we’ve clearly alienated an entire sector of the population. But did the solution really have to be Trump? I’ve devoted my professional life to ending educational inequality and leveling the playing field for all Americans. Am I missing something?

When something ridiculous happens at school, Alaina looks at me, and in a silly voice says, “What the heck, boss?” That’s what this week has felt like.

Wednesday was rough. Working at a school that is 98% Latino and 2% Black, there was a lot of fear. Fear of the unknown. Confusion. A strong feeling of not being welcome. Shock that so many Latinos voted for Trump.

Brent and I decided to get away from the city. We spent Friday night in Ojai. The short trip consisted of a solo/no music 10 miler. No amazing stats. Just a slow, reflective run. FullSizeRender.jpgWe had dinner at Nocciola.
Brunch at Knead the next morning. (Get the quiche)

I went to yoga at Arrow Heart

We did some wine tasting at Topa Mountain Winery

And stopped at Neptune’s Net in Malibu for fish on our drive home. 

We did a little star gazing with Marta when we got home. 

Today was more of the same. A run with United LA in Manhattan Beach (with two sub-7 miles, and a 6:30 thrown in there at the end), wandering around Abbott Kinney with my bottle of ginger kombucha, a little yoga on the beach. I’m just craving time to reflect. Time to process. Time to understand. Donald Trump is not someone I look up to. He’s not someone who inspires me to be a better version of myself. Maybe I’m crazy for wanting a leader who motivates me to make America a better place. I just feel so sad. I want to turn on the news and listen to a leader who pushes me, makes me proud, and represents us well to the global community. I’m not sure when I’ll get over this. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ok with the result. The one thing I do know I am so grateful to be an educator at EQ3. We have such beautiful children, supportive families, and powerful teachers. Despite the challenges of working in urban education, more than ever know I’m exactly where I need to be.

Running These Days

Since Long Beach I’ve decreased my mileage significantly. It feels weird to come home and run maybe 3-4 miles, or none at all. When you live in sunny LA and you love to be outdoors it can be tempting to just keep training. I know this “break” is good for me. I want to be toeing the line at Boston for as long as I can, and staying patient in my 30s will get me there. Today I was feeling especially inspired with the New York City Marathon. I met Kathy and Ellen at our Beverly Hills Sunday morning spot. After our run we used our iphones to watch the elite women in their final miles. We really are running nerds. (See photo below) What an incredible marathon debut from Molly Huddle. I want to be her when I grow up!

With the extra hour I was able to go on my run in Beverly Hills, watch the marathon finish, and be back in time for breakfast at 9:00. Brent, his dad David, and I went to Playa Provisions. Coconut Chia Seed Pudding and a Matcha Latte for me!

It was fun having David around this weekend! Yesterday we went downtown to the Escape Room. David knowing morse code and Brent being a math/puzzle genius helped us escape with 3 minutes to spare. With only a 10% escape rate, we have a reason to brag.

I can’t believe I’m posting this picture. Yes, we are running nerds. Ellen and I dug out the Ragnar Nerd gear while pacing Lucy at the Halloween Rock n Roll Half Marathon here in LA. She ran just over a 2 hour half. Congrats Lucy! I promise there were others dressed up.

Ellen and I have been getting together during the week to do short speed workouts. I know, I know, I’m on a break. But break is relative.I’m not running as many miles during the week, but I am running some of them fast. This past week we ran 5 approximate 400s (we just picked a short route on the beach) and 8 sprints of about 150 meters. I’ve never run that short, so it was fun to see my watch creep into the 4 minute mile range. It’s fun to feel like a kid and just sprint! This week we’re thinking of doing a few mile repeats. 

I’ve also really gotten into the Run Fast Eat Slow cookbook. Made the Pecan Butter Truffles (yeah, I went with the drizzle effect when I knew I was going to run out of chocolate sauce) and Ginger Molasses Granola. 

And I’ll leave you with two random photos.

  1. The Chorizo + Papa Taco from BS Taqueria. I promise there is a tortilla under there. So rich, but so good!

2. One of the many reasons I love my team. We’ve faced some challenges with difficult students and our temporary site, but this is how our team responds to challenge. Impromptu love in the work room.

Have a great week!

Why I’m not an InstaRunner.

If I posted all my runs on instagram you’d be unimpressed. My marathon training is slow and boring. Leading up to Boston I’d often do double runs, struggling to maintain a 8:45 pace in the mornings. It was probably because the evening before I’d done an 8 miler after a long day at work. Principal hours should be calculated towards milage. These runs were mentally exhausting, mimicking the fatigue one might feel in the final miles of a marathon.

Nothing is impressive about the following runs leading up to my 2016 Boston Marathon.

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None of those three runs were worth posting on instagram. I probably wasn’t wearing a cute outfit. I probably wasn’t super pumped and excited. I definitely had nothing to brag about in regards to pace.

But they led to this. 0028.jpg

Before Long Beach I looked back at my Garmin runs in hopes of being motivated to believe I could run hard and sustain a steady pace. Instead what I found was a bunch of 8:30 paced runs. Maybe twice a week I’d push it and throw in some mileage in the 6s. I basically never ran in the 7 minute mile range. It was either fast or easy. Never that middle zone. Rather than freaking myself out and running a bunch of unnecessary milage in the 6:50 range in the week before the race when I had decided to go for it, I just tapered. I trusted the importance of logging easy milage and getting rest before the race.

I think runners feel pressure to impress others with their instagram posts. I wonder if them feeling the need to show off their pace ultimately hurts their race performance. I’ll admit I question my ability when I see runners with slower PRs rocking their mid-week runs and pushing the pace when I’m just trucking along in the 8 minute mile range. I don’t post every time I run for many reasons, but one of them is because I don’t want to feel like I have to go faster than what feels easy on any given day. Maybe I got 6 hours of sleep, ran around my school for 13 hours, and came home to run 6 miles barely under a 9 minute mile pace. I’ve learned to be OK with that and to trust in easy milage (thank you Gisele). I encourage other runners to resist the urge to compare, and to stay loyal to the easy run. Recognize that easy one day may have a completely different different pace from another.

Ok ok I’m done rambling about running. I was just starting to feel like all my posts were a bunch of pictures of cute EQ3 scholars and wanted to share some food for thought. I will leave you with a few photos of what’s happening in life. Last week we had Fall festival at EQ3🙂 The day before I went to the First Girl I Loved Movie Premier. On Thursday I witnessed the best warrior 2 I’ve ever seen in 1st grade yoga. Saturday we ran to the top of inspiration point with the Nike Run Club Santa Monica.

Until next time.