A view from one of the paths my training has led me to get the miles in.
Towards the end of June, a friend of mine said, “Hey Kim. I’m doing the Chicago Half Marathon and you’re doing it with me.”
To which my reply, “Ah…okay…”
I have never, ever, ever, in a million, gazillion years considered myself a runner. Yet, with eight weeks out from Sunday, September 24, I am now running three days a week. This is not my first dance with training; oh no.
Continue reading Eight Weeks Out
From April 13, 2004, me (center) with my friend, Cathie, and her husband, Phil, among the Redwoods.
Not too long before our wedding, my husband Mike introduced me to his friend from work, Phil. A product of the early days of online dating, Phil met Cathie. After a whirlwind romance, and a few days in Lake Tahoe, they married, returning home to surprise all with their news. With their lives being from two locations, his family in Chicago and hers in San Francisco, they agreed to move to California.
Despite my students’ concerns that I would “turn gay” by visiting this part of the world, Mike and me spent Spring break 2004 visiting this couple.
Continue reading A Forfeited Trip
Image from Facebook via Chicago Sun Times from the video of the Saturday, June 24, 2017 incident involving an off-duty Lansing, IL police officer and a Lansing, IL teen.
Since the towns where I live and teach are two separate locations, I hear news about my work city via Social Media and the news, be it the actual printed or electronic newspaper or television. Being aware of what I’ve missed is critical during breaks due to the fact that I want to be aware of what’s going on. This morning, all of the major networks’ broadcasts mentioned a Lansing, IL teen was assaulted by an off-duty police officer.
The first thing in my mind was: Does this incident involve one of my kids?
By kids I do not mean, biological, but as one of the kids I teach – be it I had taught them or will teach them. The young man involved is not one, as of yet.
He is fifteen, black, and scared due to the whole world being introduced to him as the teen whose face was shoved into the grass. Unfortunately, this is not the first time I have seen students of mine placed in this position.
Continue reading Summer’s Heat, Tempers Rise