Sunday mornings, in an ideal world, should translate out to an early (6am) morning run, picking up some coffee and the NYT from Starbucks/local coffee shop on my way back home, and a fun pancake and strawberry breakfast afterward while listening to NPR’s Weekend Edition. Yesterday I veered from that formula (waking up at 10:30, staying in bed until 11, and eating Lucky Charms for breakfast). I’m not entirely complaining, but things need to change if I want to survive and get a sub-4 hour time on the looming Marine Corps Marathon. I keep on putting off serious training for the MCM and I’m not really sure why. In May it made sense (final exams) but it’s June now and it’s not like I’ve a full course load, internships, trial ad, or anything else. No, I can only blame myself. And my Self is lazy.
I did, however, read the Sunday NYT and came across this gem of a title:
Please tell me I’m not the only one imagining two Dali Lamas fighting to the death either Highlander or Star Wars style. I think I’m going to stick to that version of events and won’t even read the article. (Ignorance = win.)
All in all this past weekend has been pretty great and, once again, reinforces how much I feel like I belong back in DC (and how much I don’t belong in PA). New people were met, I discovered that (hopefully) I’m not the idiot I’ve thought myself to be in new social situations, and, well, things were good. For a moment there I was just able to focus on the here and now…and it made me happy. Of course, then I ended up getting on the metro going in the wrong direction and that ended up tacking an extra 30 minutes in my trip home, but we’ll chalk that up to the wine and a distracted Berto.