Reading. Running. Knitting. Cooking. Embracing Geekiness.
While I have slacked on reporting, I haven’t slacked as badly on the actual training.
Both today and last Friday I did the bleacher run at Franklin Field. I make it a few sections further each week. This has become my favorite workout of the week. Not just for the novelty of running the bleachers but also for the camaraderie of the workout. Everyone cheers everyone else on. As I was struggling to do “just one more section” this morning, one of the veterans came by and ran up with me while another stood at the top of the bleachers and cheered me on. When I went for my next “one more section” and checked to see if they were calling everyone in, someone else, who had walked back to encourage us stragglers, saw me looking and said, “This is your time. Not their time. Don’t let them take your time away from you.” Exercise endorphins on top of all of that positivity…it’s addictive.
i did my 8 mile run on Monday. I took a new path that would take me through my parents’ neighborhood in case I needed to top off my water, which I did. That little detour added a mile to the route, so I really did 9, but I let myself walk a good part of the last mile. And when I got home, spicy cucumber lemonade popsicle. Yum.
Got my TRX class in, and a 40 minute tempo run.
I decided I needed to shift the training calendar a little. My long runs were scheduled for Sundays and I’ve just found that Sundays are my one day that I get to “sleep in” (sleep in = sleeping until 7.30, 8.00, if I’m feeling like a true lollygagger). So this week I moved some stuff around to accommodate a single day shift, and now Saturdays will be my long run.
So, tomorrow, it’s 10K with Achilles. Although Achilles runs always end up being longer than I anticipate. And that’s okay, because it’s supposed to be beauty-ful tomorrow, reasonable temps, low humidity. It’ll be awesome!
It’s senior year at St. Joan’s Academy, and school is a pressure cooker. College applications, the battle for valedictorian, deciphering boys’ texts: Through it all, Colleen Rowley and her friends are expected to keep it together. Until they can’t.
First it’s the school’s queen bee, Clara Rutherford, who suddenly falls into uncontrollable tics in the middle of class. Her mystery illness quickly spreads to her closest clique of friends, then more students and symptoms follow: seizures, hair loss, violent coughing fits. St. Joan’s buzzes with rumor; rumor blossoms into full-blown panic.
Soon the media descends on Danvers, Massachusetts, as everyone scrambles to find something, or someone, to blame. Pollution? Stress? Or are the girls faking? Only Colleen—who’s been reading The Crucible for extra credit—comes to realize what nobody else has: Danvers was once Salem Village, where another group of girls suffered from a similarly bizarre epidemic three centuries ago . . .
Inspired by true events—from seventeenth-century colonial life to the halls of a modern-day high school—Conversion casts a spell. With her signature wit and passion, New York Times bestselling author Katherine Howe delivers an exciting and suspenseful novel, a chilling mystery that raises the question, what’s really happening to the girls at St. Joan’s?
Disclaimer: I read this an an ARC through the Follett and Penguin Summer R&R program. Review, with lots of spoilers, after the break.
"I don’t recognize today’s song. What is it?"
“Huh? Oh. Yeah. It’s ‘Christine.’ Siouxie and the Banshees.”
“It’s goth. Like, really old goth,” Anjali tossed over her shoulder.
-from Conversion by Katherine Howe
Siouxie and the Banshees is “really old”? Excuse me while my hair turns greyer.