I’m teaching another WFA this weekend. I’ll just be commuting over to UTSA (University of Texas at San Antonio) this time — and not wrangling with one cup coffee machines in fancy hotels. Right now I’m sitting at the cell phone waiting lot at the airport waiting to pick up my co-instructor. It’s 7pm and I still have a speed workout to get done tonight. Sigh. Then there’s 20 miles to run before class at 7:30 tomorrow morning —– Class until 5, host my co-instructor to dinner afterwards, run 15 miles fast-ish before class at 8am on Sunday, teach until 5pm. I will be drinking some caffeine this weekend — before I collapse in a pile of post-course paperwork on Sunday night. Thank God Asa has school on Monday; I won’t be fit for company or mothering. I know some of you readers regularly have tight schedules to contend with and important jobs and responsibilities. (doctor-ultrarunner-parent-to-multiple-small-children-non-profit-director-home-just-featured-in-House-Beautiful-I-like-to-garden-in-my-free-time-when-I’m-not-meditating). I don’t know how you make it all happen gracefully. I can make some of it happen — sometimes, but not gracefully.