Been a while, been a while.
I’ve been freaking out a little about some upcoming events:
1) That bloody marathon. I’m totally unprepared. It’s in ten days and I feel like I’m in ninth grade and I had forgotten about that math test during 6th period. Crap. My stomach has been in knots the past couple of days. Last time I ran, my knee was hurting after only mile 10. So now I’m worried that I’ll essentially die.
And my iPod, god bless that little trooper, will only last maybe 16 miles. Fuck.
2) Law school. I swear it was September two days ago. How is it the end of October already?! My personal deadline to finish all my applications is November 1! Fuck.
3) Work. I had no weekend. I had to be at work all day Saturday and Sunday. The closest thing to a weekend was on Sunday when I came an hour early and got to have a drink out at the bar. Saturday night at 11pm? In the office, baby. Sunday night till 10pm? In the office. I was here till 1am on Monday night/Tuesday morning, too. Fuck.
My typical solution to this stress is running. It solves everything for an hour and I feel awesome after it. But I’ve been so tired that I sleep in, so I can’t run in the morning, and on Monday night, I changed into my “comfortable” clothes to keep on working. I went home in my running shoes, track pants and a tshirt…so now everything’s at home and I can’t run during office hours.
My other typical solution involves large amounts of alcohol intake. This, however, is not conducive to my accomplishing #1, #2 and makes me get to #3 late.
And I managed to spill some pasta sauce on my shirt today during lunch. Apparently I have the eating skills of a 2 year-old when it comes to dealing with food that stains.
Fuck!