Well, I paid for the sin of skipping my workout today.
The first three days of Scout Camp were 9 am to 3:30 pm, which is about right. But today, the fourth and last day, they wanted to put on a program for parents, with awards and skits and what-all. Well, you can't have it at 3:30, because people have jobs. So today's Scout Camp was 1 pm to 7 pm. So by 4:00 or so, we were all a bit tired. The kids were extra wiggly, and extra grumpy, and extra hard to deal with. And I, having missed my morning endorphins, was not at my most patient. I actually had to leave my fellow walkers in charge, and walk away for a half hour, just to get my nerves back under control. But I survived without killing any of the kids, so it's a success.
Every day, they have the walkers fill out an evaluation form. "How did things go? Were the kids interested? Do you have any suggestions?" The last question is, "Would you be a walker next year?" The first three days, I put "Yes". Today, I said, "Now is not the time to ask."
The parents program went well. Our skit, which I anticipated being the worst skit in the history of skits, came together at the last minute, and was not too bad. The littlest Little Jogger won a certificate for BB gun shooting (third in his age group), so he was tickled. And now I'm home, listening the relative quiet of only four ornery kids!
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