March 16, 2011

Sharing the Love

Today was a tough and frustrating day in teacher land.  Not awful, just long, exhausting, and trying.  Instead of complaining or reliving, I just wanted to share a tiny moment that was lovely today.  In college, my professors places a lot of emphasis on sharing your "reading life" with your students.  I make it a point to talk to my students about how much I love reading, the books I read at home, and how I make time to read and talk about books with friends.  Part of that, also, is sharing my favorite books with kids.  Today's little happy was passing on a personal favorite to a special kiddo:
I read this beautiful book a few months ago and this morning I passed it off to one of my girls.  Sharing books with my kids in a personal way like this (I usually leave them on their desks with a note) is one of my favorite things to do.  It takes just 2 minutes to pull a book and write a note, but recommending books to my kiddos not only encourages reading just-right books, but lets them know that they are SO special to me that I took the time to choose a special book just for them.  What better way to build relationships with your students?  Plus, just like adults, kids are more likely to read a book if someone says, "I read this!  I loved it!  I think you will too!"  Of course I let the kiddos choose their own books too, but once in awhile, this is something special.  If you don't do it, I recommend giving it a shot!

March 15, 2011

Organized Classroom = One Happy Me :)


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You guys, I have a confession...I'm obsessed with...(no, not another horridly acted TV show or trashy YA book, believe it or not) storage bins.  Yup, storage bins.  I feel that I am most definitely not alone among the teacher readers here.  In fact, I believe that the second you obtain your education degree, you begin to experience an inexplicable itching to get your hands on as many plastic bins as you can.  You find yourself wandering The Container Store, drooling and gazing at the walls of storage containers as though viewing priceless art.  You "discreetly" empty out tubs of knicknacks at garage sales and beg the homeowners to sell you the container (no, you don't want what it was displaying).  You scour walmart and target every summer for cheap plastic tubs of varying sizes--score if they come in bright colors!!!

It's true, my love for bins is intense.  So is my love for organization.  You might be thinking that I have one of those FABULOUSLY organized classrooms where boosk are never in the wrong genre section, all supplies are numbered and arranged carefully, and every bin has a colored, laminated label.  Wrong.  I DREAM of being one of those teachers.  Literally: it would be a dream come true.  I really try, but as a young teacher, I am most definitely still figuring out what works for me in my classroom.  When I moved into my classroom last year, I inherited a TON of crap from its previous occupant.  I am literally still sorting through it, a year and a half later.  (You can imagine the recycling)  Also, last year was so stressful that I'm lucky I filed or stored anything in a semi-coherent way.  It's far from well organized, though.
 
In the past few weeks I've been struck with an overwhelming spring-cleaning bug.  I am DETERMINED to get my room organized, including (and especailyl!!) the cabinets, files, and my desk.  To get the ball rolling this weekend, I treated myself to a stack of new bins from IKEA and (drumroll) a LABEL MAKER!!!!  (cut to me grinning uncontrollably and breaking into a silent cheer)  You guys, I have wanted a label maker for about the past 10 years.  (Yes, I was THAT KID.)  I finally decided it was TIME.  After telling several people about my exciting purchases, I have come to the following conclusion: Teachers GET this love.  Non-teachers never will.  For example: one of my fabulous non-teacher friends joined me for my IKEA adventure.  Thrilled when I saw EXACTLY the right bins, I started grabbing a huge stack.  She asked me what I was planning on using them for, and seemed confused about why I was buying them when I explained that I had no specific purpose.  I tried explaining that I just NEEDED them, and that they would find an immediate use upon entering my room.  And it's true!  I've already used all but one, and I have at least 5 other uses in my head...time for another trip I guess!!  I also started using my fancy schmancy label maker, labeling the binders I've made of literacy and math transparencies and originals.  Pictures to come of my lovely shelves. :)  

Another exciting moment today was that I got the go-ahead from Mister Principal to order some new book bins for the kiddos!!  I use book bins for my Daily 3 instruction, and the kids keep their reading 
folder, reading record book, and several Read to Self books in them.  We started the year with these IKEA cardboard magazine files (-->), which worked well...for awhile.  Then the destruction started.  Even though MOST of the kids are really careful with them, it was only a matter of time before they all became a big torn mess.  Packing tape is literally the only thing holding 80% of them together at this point!!  I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve awaiting the arrivial of my FABULOUS new (and hopefully indestructable) book bins from Really Good Stuff:
So pretty!!!  I can't wait to post a picture of them filled with books when they come!

Even though there is more work to do on the Spring Cleaning front, I definitely made a dent today.  I figure that if my classroom is organized, not only will things be easier to find, but I will just feel that much less stressed out overall.  And THAT my friends, is a good goal. :)  And so, I do NOT regret that I spent 2 hours after school organizing my room when that time PROBABLY should have been spent grading papers and prepping lessons.  Because this just is so. much. more. satisfying.

What do you do to keep your classroom organized?  Any products/systems to recommend?

March 14, 2011

Spring Forward = Sleepy Teacher

I'm exhausted.  Fall asleep at the wheel, too tired to bother with dessert, contemplating just passing out here on the floor exhausted.  Screw grading, I'm going to bed at 8:30 tonight.

But before I do...must mention two FABULOUS giveaways:

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What the Teacher Wants is giving away a $100 Container Store Gift Card!!!  Ahhhh I am dizzy at the thought of the damage I could do with that baby.  I <3 storage bins, desk organizers, and the like...

ALSO, Danielle at And I ran...WHY? is giving away a fabulous assortment of gu, sport beans, knee socks, and yummy candy.  Be still my heart...

Go check both of these awesome giveaways out!

March 12, 2011

Running Post-13.1

If you've been following my blog for the past few months, you'll know that I have been the most injury-prone pathetic excuse for a runner.  It has literally been one thing after another!!  Stress fracture, my knotty calf muscle woes, and my ouchie foot and knee that were plaguing me during the Princess Half.  Thankfully, my foot was better in a couple days (I'm not sure what was wrong with it, but I'm not asking too many questions!).  Unfortunately, my knee is not.

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After some research, I'm pretty positive that it's my IT band that's causing the trouble, and after digging into it with The Stick for an hour (a tearful hour to be exact), sure enough, the muscle is suuuper tight.  Before I start freaking out over injury one million and one (yes, exaggerating...but if feels that way...), I'm giving my legs a week of rest and committing to using the stick and foam rolling at least every other day.  I have a 10K next month that I'd love to RUN, but am willing to walk if I have to.  C'est la vie.

I do have to admit, it has been a refreshing break the past two weeks to NOT have my life run by my training.   While I'm totally a routine/structure person, it's been a welcome relief.  Extra exciting was knowing I could have a glass of wine or a beer Saturday nights the past two weekends without worrying about it ruining my Sunday long run!  But I am already itching to start training again, especially now that the weather is FINALLY starting to show signs of spring!  Mrs. Literacy Coach and I even took a short run/walk outside Friday afternoon.  Come on, Spring!  Let's go!

In other news, the magnet that Mrs. Mentor Teacher gave me for some half-marathon inspiration has relocated to my car:
(Yes, I have the world's only car with a non-magnetic back...But I adore my Prius anyways.)

Runner friends: 
Any thoughts on why I might be having so many different muscle issues?  Is there anything I should be doing?
Anyone have any advice for IT band help?

Saturday Love

I love Saturdays that, like today, are filled with....
This shopping bag is embarrassingly full...
...shopping.  :)  I have to admit, one of my favorite Saturday activities is shopping.  Double win because my favorite store had a 30% off entire your purchase event today.  I always get a little credit card happy when the spring and summer clothes make their debut...even though it was still chilly here today, part of me must have decided that buying warm weather clothes will make spring come that much sooner.  Project for tomorrow = choose at least 2 items to return because I definitely got carried away!

...reading.  :)  I gave myself the gift of uninterrupted time with an amazing book today.  Tonight is book club night, and I somehow found myself with 200 pages left to read when I got up this morning!  Spending 4 hours reading today was...perfect.  Even better that the book, The Help, was...fabulous.  Review to come.

...sipping something yummy.  :)  I spent 2 hours at Starbucks this evening plowing through the final hundred pages of the book.  When I ordered my soy latte, I was pleasantly surprised to find that all beverage orders came with a free mini-dessert today!  Afternoon sweet munchie?  Yes please!  This red velvet whoopie pie was lovely.

I'm so happy my Saturday was filled with all of those things, and not with...

...grading and planning.  This is my untouched school bag, which will be waiting for me tomorrow... :-/

Until then, I am looking forward to a delightful evening of book discussion, home-made pizza (shut the front door, I actually cooked.  And something that is not PBJ or oatmeal!! MIRACLE.), movie, and girl time.  Bliss.

How did you spend your Saturday?
What are your Saturday night plans?

March 10, 2011

All I'm asking is for a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T

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Ladies and gentlemen, after careful deliberation, I have come to a very important conclusion.  Lawyers, step aside, because based on my VERY scientific observations, it seems that you are no longer the most "hated" profession in America.  Nope, that trophy would have to go to the teachers.

It seems as though in the past few years every American has discovered that they not only understand teachers' job responsibilities and have a lisence to mock and criticize, but also many have developed an unwavering confidence that THEY could do a better job and know exactly how to fix the system.  I'm not even just talking about the "experts" (more about them later).  Even some of my friends and family members will mention in conversation how there isn't enough "adacemic rigor" in our elementary schools, and how we spend way too much time playing and doing "warm and fuzzy" things.  Nevermind the fact that these individuals have't set foot inside an elementary school in decades.  (BTW there are four teachers and a former teacher in my family.  Just imagine what's being said away from the presence of teachers...)  The public also seems to have decided that it's teachers that are bleeding this country dry financially, and that our bloated salaries are far from earned.  You know, because we only work til 3 and all...oh, and get those "3 months" off in the summer.  (IDK about you, but almost 2 weeks of my summer are already booked with professional development that is earning me neither pay nor grad school credit.)


You'd have to be living under a rock lately to have missed out on all of the teacher talk in the news...I particularly enjoyed this fox news video clip (sorry, the site wouldn't let me embed it, or else just couldn't figure out how on this one!) about the fact that Wisconsin teachers took sick days to lobby the capital for their union rights.  Seemingly, the newscaster's biggest outrage with the situation is that teachers set an example for their students that lying is acceptable by calling in sick when they weren't sick.  I see this, and I have to wonder: What kind of example for our children are we setting when we talk about how little teachers work, how they don't care about their jobs, and how they don't deserve their salaries and benefits?  We are telling them that teachers are not professionals and respect for them is optional.


Teachers' jobs, benefits, union rights, and pensions are in more danger than ever before in so many states.  But to me, at least, the most settling part of this whole debacle is that teachers seem to have somehow become America's most hated profession.  Hated and degraded, actually.  Just watch this (hilarious and blood-boiling) clip from The Daily Show...




I am not saying that teachers have the hardest job in the country.  I am not saying that we should be paid more than any other profession.  In fact, while a raise would be nice, higher pay isn't even the first thing on my teacher wish list.  More than anything, I would honestly just like a little more RESPECT and UNDERSTANDING.  Here's the thing:

I love my job.  I do.  I love teaching and I love my students (even when it takes a LOT of effort!!).  I am so lucky to be in a career that is fulfilling and about which I am passionate.  But I work really hard.  Actually, really REALLY hard.  And there are few things that make me crazier than the lack of respect myself and other teachers get in return for all of that hard work.  On the one hand, part of me thinks that I just shouldn't let it bother me--who cares what people are saying about teachers?  But on the other hand, it DOES matter.  It matters because when students hear their parents saying negative things at home about teachers, they come to school with a lack of respect for them.  It matters because when students don't respect teachers, learning stops.  It matters because in an already difficult and emotional job, a general atmosphere of thanklessness just leads potentially great teachers to burn out that much faster.

I have a few specific issues I'd like to touch on here.  One is the "cushy job" image people seem to have developed in their minds about teachers.  In fact, this article even states that, based on a time-analysis study, most teachers work an average of less than 40 hours per week, excluding summer (as far as I read...although don't quote me please...).  I have to ask, though, isn't it a little contradictory to proclaim that we are going to weed out the good teachers and the bad teachers, yet then lump ALL teachers together in this data?  I just counted and on average I spend around 60 hours per week either in school or working on school-related tasks.  The truth is, though, that I choose to put in a lot of that time.  I definitely could get by with less.  I could follow my teaching manuals verbatim.  I could do more text-book reading.  I could do more work packets.  I choose to spend hours planning units and interacts and labs.  I choose to read professional literature and analyze my literacy block and try to find better ways to reach my students.  I put in time because I care about my students and care about being a good teacher.  While I choose to do these things, it makes me crazy when people call what I do a 9-month 9-3 job.  It could be that, but what would I sacrifice?  I would not be the teacher I am if those were the only hours I spent on my work.

Another issue I'd like to address is the pretty vicious criticism the union has been taking lately.  Wisconsin is just one example.   The union does so much for us--it's way more than just benefits and tenure.  It seems to me that very few people outside of education ever consider that one crucial role of the union is protecting us from false accusations.  What I mean is, when you're working with children, ALONE with children, it's so important to be legally protected.  Depending on where you teach, there is a very real possibility that a child might, in anger, go home and tell a lie about you to his or her parents.  And that lie could get you fired without someone there to step in and protect you.  I'm not even sure that I agree with tenure in its current form.  There should certainly be more stringent requirements for getting tenure and holding it.  And I have to wonder if we DIDN'T have tenure, would the public have less ammunition with which to attack teachers, especially those in low-performing schools?  What if they were unable to say that our students struggle because, knowing that we cannot be fired, we choose to be lazy, and instead admit that there are deeper social problems at work here?  While I may not be Miss Tenure Supporter, and I am grateful for my union and what it does for me.  (Read more of my thoughts on tenure and unions in my review of Waiting for Superman.)  

FINALLY, I am wondering when people will stop demanding teachers to take responsibility for their students' learning, and when they'll realize that we ARE and always have been.  Teachers come to work everyday because of and FOR the children.  Trust me, we care.  Or we wouldn't be here.  When will people see that in order for schools to be successful, parents and community members need to meet us halfway.  I can't do much about the first years of my students' lives.  I can't read to them at night or practice addition facts with them in the car.  I can't make their homes text-rich environments or talk to them as babies.  (Sad Statistic: A field study conducted in the 1980s estimated that, "by the age of 4, children of professional parents had heard on average 48 million words addressed to them while children in poor welfare families had heard only 13 million." (source)  <--That statistic breaks my heart.

What it boils down to is that the achievement gap is GIGANTIC by the time our kiddos step through the doors to our schools in kindergarten.  It means that, at the extremes, our poor students are coming into school knowing no letters or sounds and never having held a pencil, when our privileged students are coming into school already reading.  I promise you that I am doing the best I can.  But I am one person.  And when my kids come into my classroom, they are already 10.  I can do a lot to help them, but I can't change the past.  Closing the achievement gap is not the responsibility of teachers alone.  Likewise, the fact that it exists can't be blamed solely on teachers either.  As blogger Mr. Teachbad points out, what are the odds that all of the crappy teachers just decided to flock to Detroit, Washington DC, and Harlem?  Is it really believable that there are no crappy teachers in wealthy neighborhoods?  Something sure the hell ain't right here.  (Yes, I said ain't.)

Anyways, I hope you don't read this and think I hate my job.  I love it.  But I would love a little more respect.   I'm betting that if I went back in time just one generation from myself to my parents' youth and asked their parents for their thoughts on teachers, the opinions would be exponentially different than what seems to be popular today.  Didn't teachers used to be respected?  In other countries, aren't they still?  Don't get me wrong: I regularly hear from people how awesome it is that I'm a teacher, or get that, "Good for you!" from physician's assistants and the like as they ask me my occupation to add forms and charts...But at the same time, I also hear plenty of subtle, backhanded, almost unintentional comments regarding teachers and what are jobs actually entail, not to mention how well (or poorly) we do them.

We give our lives to teaching other people's children.  If that job doesn't deserve just a basic level of respect, what does?

March 5, 2011

Snowing again? Seriously?

Yes folks, it may be March, but here in the Midwest winter is still going strong, making the most of the last weeks of its season.  I wouldn't be surprised if it kept snowing right into spring, what with the way things have been going lately.

Because I am officially disgusted with winter, I did what any person longing for spring would do: buy flip flops and spring colored clothing.  While it didn't stop the snow, it at least made me feel one baby step closer to spring!!

And how could I resist this spring flowered water bottle??
In other news, I attempted my first post-race run this morning.  It felt great to get moving, but after a mile foot pain and back/side of knee pain returned.  Must remember to google what the heck that might be caused by...
I've been lazy about stretching/foam rolling this past week during my running "vacation," so needless to say my legs, while rested, aren't any less tight than they were in the day or two after the race.  Oops.

Miss Literacy Specialist and I are running a 10K together in 6 weeks at an arboretum nearby.  It should be a BEAUTIFUL setting for a race, and we have never run a race together, so I am super excited.  However, I'd like to start training for it next week or the following week, and I hope my body cooperates!!

Also...I registered for half-marathon #2 this week!!  This August I will be running...
Woohoo!!!  Now, let's hope these legs rest up and recover!  Can't wait to start training again :)  Hopefully injury-free this time!!

March 3, 2011

Three Things Thursday

I don't usually do TTT posts, but seeing as I have three separate little things to share, I figured it fit perfectly. :)

ONE
I am SO done with testing.
No really, shoot me now.  We have two days left, but I'm so exhausted from the frantic review lessons we squeeze in that are not so much teaching as they are me frantically modeling a hundred things at a time on the overhead and saying over and over, "You really need to know this.  We have been practicing this all year.  Why don't you know this yet?!"  So tired.  2 more days...I can almost see the light...

TWO
The best decision I made all day was to throw my TOMS in my bag before school.  While my foot is feeling WAAAY better, I wore heels yesterday too and by today my feet were exhausted.  Enter TOMS to the rescue!  I slipped these comfy babies on during specials, lunch, and after school.  Wonderful.  It's the little things, right?

THREE
I'll tell ya, there is nothing like a good threatening note from a student to start the morning off right!  Gotta love it!  I collected my kiddos' journals yesterday and war finishing writing my response letters this morning when I stumbled upon this gem:
My personal favorite part is, "Don't come to school or else."  Sweet.  Love it.  This is from a totally non-malicious student, so I know that he didn't intend to come across like a crazy serial killer in this note, but honestly.  The student who wrote it is one of those who seems to think he's better than everyone, probably including me (no doubt because his mom feeds him such garbage), and doesn't understand the line between appropriate and inappropriate always.  For anyone else struggling to understand this line, let me give you a brief run-down:
  • Appropriate Journal Material: Writing a letter to your teacher to tell about your new video game, your weekend trip to grandma's, or your new shoes.
  • Inappropriate Journal Material: Writing a letter to your teacher to offer career advice, threats, and generally words and phrases that could at some point be used against you in a court of law.
Possibly my FAVORITE part of today, though, was when Mr. Principal and I asked mom to come after school to discuss this, and student refused to leave the car.  Which mom allowed.  Student went so far as to hide under the seat when I went out to attempt to convince him to come in, yelling at me from the inside of the car and generally behaving like a child half his age.

Today was definitely a step-back-and-look-at-my-life-and-wonder-how-the-hell-I-got-here kind of day...

March 1, 2011

1 down, 5 to go...

^Why is that not more comforting?

What am I referring to?  Duh, ISATs (state standardized tests)!!!  For the past few months, my life has been pretty much ruled by two things: half-marathon training and preparing for these damn tests.  Now that the end is in sight (for both!), what will I do with all my new free time?!?  Who knows...maybe I'll even go crazy and plan/teach some sort of creative, hands-on, interactive unit!  *gasp*  Quality teaching?!  I've forgotten what it feels like...

I keep telling my students that I hate ISATs more than they do.  I don't think they believe me, but I promise you it's true.  Not only do they make me incredibly anxious, but proctoring is boring (although the quiet is a welcome change at times!!).  Plus, the rest of the day always sucks.  The kids are waaay squirrelly than normal, and teaching anything is a struggle.  I hate, though, to waste an entire week just because we are testing for an hour a day...

Highlights from yesterday's testing:  several of my kids BARELY finishing (we're talking by the skin of their teeth)...at one point, I went up to two and said, "Okay, now it's time to just fill in the bubbles.  With anything. GO!"  *shakes head*

Oh testing...won't you please just go away?

February 28, 2011

Race Recap: Disney Princess Half Marathon 2.27.11

Sooo...cold...
Hi friends!  After a whirlwind weekend trip and return to school, I finally have a moment to breathe.  As I sit here shivering with my foot in a bowl of ice water, I must throw a shout out to any runners who can handle a full ice bath.  I almost cried when I first put my foot in here.  I have been dunking if for about a minute at a time before wimping out...after spending the past few days in 85 degree weather, this is torture!!!  Anyways, I can't wait to tell you about my weekend adventures!!

After spending Thursday night and all of Friday at my brother's house in Florida enjoying sunshine, beach, and delicious food, my brother, dad, and I headed to Disney Saturday morning for the race expo.
Holy crowded!!  By the time I waited in the excruciatingly long line for packet pickup, I was so ready to leave that I just took one quick sweep around the expo booths, barely even glancing at the princess apparrel and other merch.  I did snag a new pair of recovery socks on sale for $30!  Win!  I wish I had taken a few more minutes to check things out, but what can I say, dad and brother were getting antsy and crowds aren't my favorite thing...I did enjoy seeing this glass running slipper:
We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening hanging by the hotel pool and enjoying the 80 degree weather, miniature golfing, and basically lounging around.  Oh, and enjoying fantastic Mickey Mouse ice cream bars:
I guess my mid-western winter body forgot what it's like to be out in the sun, because it sure tired me out!  I made it in bed by 8:15 and was out by 9!  It's a good thing, too, because 2:45am came awfully early...yes, you read that right.  2:45.  AM!  I had to be on the bus from the hotel between 3 and 4, and since there were tons of princesses staying there, I figured earlier was better...and I figured right.  Once we were on our bus, there was already a looong line of runners and spectators waiting for the next one!
My Belle-themed race number and the wonderful towel Mickey left for us by housekeeping :)
It took awhile to drive from the hotel to the parks (even though we were on the property...I never remember how ginormous the disney property is!), and even longer to walk from the parking lot through the "backstage" roads to the starting corrals.  Even though it was about 60 degrees, I was freezing thanks to a chilly fog that was lingering in the air...loved that cold clammy feeling!  Oh Florida and its drinkable air...

By the time our corral was heading to the starting line, my nerves had given way to a general antsy-ness.  To run.  To move.  To get this show on the road.  And in true Disney form, a show it was!  The Fairy Godmother (from Cinderella) said "magic words" and counted down each wave, and--get this--instead of a starting gun, we were sent on our merry running way with fireworks!  Um, can every single race please have a fairy godmother and fireworks?  If that doesn't get you excited to run, I don't know what will!

The first 5 miles felt GREAT!  We ran from Epcot down the highway to the Magic Kingdom.  I kept a steady 12 minute pace and stuck to the 3/1 intervals of run/walking that I'd been training with (even though it was soooo tempting to just RUN!!).  Between miles 4 & 5 (I think...), we ran under the sign at the Magic Kingdom entrance, and I literally got chills. :)  Even though I knew we were still about 1 1/2 miles from the actual park, I coudn't contain my excitement!  Running through the Magic Kingdom was why I signed up for this race in the first place!
Finally, around mile 6 we turned onto Main Street and were greeted by a crowd of spectators, including Dad and Brother!!!  I was SO excited to see them, not to mention to be running through the Happiest Place on Earth!  I put on Katy Perry's "Firework" and dashed down the cobblestone paths through Fantasyland, Frontierland, Tomorrowland...and, yes...through Cinderella's Castle. :)  Disney was really great about having tons of volunteers lining the entire course.  There was always someone ready and willing to grab your camera or phone and snap a quick picture of you.  Of course, I couldn't resist stopping to take this one!

Running through the Magic Kingdom was wonderful, and I hated to say goodbye and head back onto the back lots and highways!  The race got really tough for me around mile 7.  While my calves have been killing me lately, they actually held up great!  I attribute this fact largely to the extreme amounts of foam rolling and massage I'd put in, as well as to running in my recovery socks.  I may never take those babies off again...However, I DID get an awful pain in the muscle (tendon? who even knows anymore...) behind my right knee that I couldn't seem to stretch out.  Soon after that, my left foot started freaking out too, both the arch and the outer edge/heel (which is STILL killing me, hence the ice bath pictured above).  Any thoughts on what that pain might be?  Please don't say another stress fracture...When the pain started, I figured it was time for a quick break, and what better break than a photo opp with my all-time favorite princess:
I was trying to "flex" like Gaston, but my chicken arms just look silly...oh well!
There were lots of characters on the course, but as an already sloooow runner, I figured I better not spend too much precious time waiting in photo lines!  This one was worth it, though!  Thanks to the foot/knee-ish pain, plus some "hills" (okay, they were just highway on-ramps, but when you're born and raised in the Prairie State, EVERY incline feels ike a MOUNTAIN!!!), I definitely did more walking than I would've liked in miles 8-11...oh well!  When we got near Epcot around 11 1/2 miles, my leg and foot were ACHING, but I started to get a little of my spark back, especially when we got closer to the Epcot ball:
Right outside Epot, around mile 12, I saw Dad and Brother again!!  It definitely gave me the burst of energy and enthusiasm I needed.  Awesome brother even snagged this video.  


For the record, I thought he was taking a picture, which is why I kept the exact same pose and kept looking back towards the same direction lol!

Once in the park, I decided it was time to go for it.  I listened to "Firework" on repeat and decided I'd done my walking, it was time to run.  What was I saving it for, the ride home?  I plodded through Epcot, and, when I realized I was getting close to 13, I let loose.  Suddenly I was passing runners right and left (Where did that energy suddenly come from?  Why didn't I tap into it sooner??), mostly because I glanced at my Garmin and realized that even if I wasn't going to make my "dream race" goal of 2 1/2 hours even by a long shot, I could still come out under 3.  I would like to personally thank Katy Perry for pulling me through that last mile and a half. :)

Suddenly, the finish line was in sight--I was practically in tears by this point, overcome with I don't even know WHAT emotion.  (BTW I got teary like one million times during the race.  I am a sucker for any sort of "in memory" or "in honor of" shirt, or any with a picture.  One just said "FOR MOM" and I almost lost it.  I guess running makes me even more of a basket case than usual!).  
I crossed the finish line with a final time of 2:51:30 (according to both my Garmin and my brother's stopwatch).  Even though I had to walk a LOT more than I had hoped, I am very proud of my time and honestly just glad that, in spite of every crazy training obstacle, I FINISHED!  The straggler's van wasn't even in sight. :)  This (amazingly blinged out) tiara medal was well-earned!  (So was, I guess, the gross heat-rash-something I seem to have developed on my upper back...Thank you, 85 degree heat and buckets of sweat...TMI?  Sorry...)
After a shower and some brief "laying time," what better way to refuel than with one of these awesome Mickey Mouse waffels courtesy of the hotel food court?
Seriously, after this, I may never be able to race a non-Disney race...
All in all, the half-marathon and weekend in Florida was an amazing experience.  I am so glad that I had the crazy idea 7 months ago to impulsively register for it after barely starting to run again, and glad I decided not to drop out when I got my stress fracture.  I'm also incredibly grateful to the support I received during my training and during the race weekend.  From emails with motivating words to facebook messages to texts to surprise notes slipped into my purse before leaving, mailed to my brother's house to greet me race weekend, and hand delivered to my house to be waiting for me when I got home ((thanks you for the notes, A, T, and N--I feel so ridiculously loved!!!)), you guys have been amazing, and I can't thank you enough.  Not to mention the amazing support from my blogger friends!!!!  I could not have done this without all of you!!

And as long as this foot pain is not another stress fx (dear god, I cannot make it through another 4 months of agony...), it will be worth the aches and pains too.  Now, as my runner hero M suggested, should I quickly sign up for half number 2 before "the excitement wears off and the [real] soreness sets in"??
Possibly this amazing-sounding race???
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