Wonder what I am thankful for today?
Well I have dashed off to spend a little time with my family again! This time it is “The Becky Show”. My baby sister competes in tap, jazz, and hip-hop, and this week is her nationals! I actually had not seen her dance since this time last year, so it was really fun to watch her today and see how much she has grown as a performer.
It’s crazy to me how old she is! Fourteen! YIKES! She was only nine when I moved away for school and I still expect her to look like a baby! Now, she has too look down to speak to me because she is a solid three inches taller! (But I will stop reminiscing…)
I knew that I would be doing an awful lot of sitting at the competition today, so I wanted to make sure to squeeze in a run this morning. My expectations were low. I worked something like 56 hours last week (all on my feet), and I knew that my legs were still recovering. Although it has been said that, “The only bad workout is the one you didn’t do.” (or something to that effect) I beg to differ. My run this morning sucked hard core. You know that commercial where the guys are trying to swim in caramel?
Well it felt like I was trying to run through that gunk. I was un-caffeinated, under rested, and just not feeling it. But that’s not even the bad part. Somehow, I thought that I could run without socks today and be fine. WRONG!!! Sooooo wrong! I could not have been more wrong! I was brought to a screeching halt and ended up limping my way back to the hotel because it hurt too badly to run. For a moment I considered calling my mom and making her come pick me up… but I’m far too prideful for that sort of whiny business.
While, I did consider sharing a picture of my blisters (trust me I took one… or ten) I do not think that my sister would appreciate being featured in a post along with something so gory. I’ll spare ya this time.
Oh well! Lesson learned! I have more important things than running (like sister bonding) to do anyways!
This is just a quick iPhone post before work. Still no word on what I will be doing for the next two years, but I have managed to calm down a bit. Based on the information I was given, the latest that I should know is Tuesday. If I haven’t heard something by then, you know I will start making phone calls.
As far as the half a cheesecake I devoured the other night, all I can do is let it go and move on. Setbacks happen. It wasn’t a good choice. I am now actively taking steps to prevent making the same mistake again, and I have adjusted my weight loss expectations for this week.
I haven’t done as much running as I would like. I got a second job and picked up extra shifts at work. But now I am financially all caught up and looking forward to a tiny vacation with some good workouts next week!
As you know, on Thursdays I like to write lists of all the positive things I have going on in my life. Today I don’t feel like it. Call it emotional immaturity if you must, but today I wouldn’t describe myself as very thankful. I prefer a few other adjectives such as: bitter, pessimistic, frustrated, surly, and exasperated.
I know what you are thinking (or at least what I would be thinking if I was reading this as opposed to writing it), “Why the drama? Something really terrible must have happened!” Well, that is not true. Nothing has happened, and that is exactly the problem. I am still waiting for a decision regarding graduate school!
I did not realize until recently how closely my identity is tied into being a student. I have been in school for the last 18 years of my life (longer than that if you count pre-school!), and I honestly don’t know who I am without it. Just a waitress with a college degree? I love school. I love learning. I love writing papers, and preparing projects, and presenting in front of my peers, and making good grades, and answering questions. What if that is over for me?
All of these negative emotions got the best of me last night and I made the mistake of eating my feelings BIG TIME. I have been very focused on weight loss since graduation, and I feel like over all I have done a great job. So, I am beating myself up a little for cracking under pressure. Here is a visual of how the day ended up.
Monday: Solid. Tuesday: Baller. Wednesday: WOOOOAH MAMA! Anyways I have some serious damage control to do this week. I woke up early to go for a run this morning, but to your surprise (I’m sure), I now have a belly ache. Hmmmm, funny how that happens when you eat your entire daily caloric allowance in one sitting. WHO KNEW?
If you have made it this far into the post, then thank you for your patience. Sorry for being so introspective and venty. I know that there are lots of bigger problems out there, and I don’t mean to be dramatic, but this FEELS big to me! Sorry for not being thankful, or cheerful. Hopefully I will be in a better frame mind later.
Late last week I finally snapped. I have been dealing with the admissions process for AWHILE now. My last letter of recommendation was submitted, thus making my application complete. I never received any kind of confirmation from the Admissions Department that they had all the necessary requirements, so anxiety started to set in. I decided that for my own sanity I would contact them (just in case). I called them (four times), left voicemails, e-mailed them, and when I did not receive any kind of response I visited the admissions office in person. A lady with a gold tooth who would not even pull up my file told me that it could take 6-8 weeks for them to process it. That would mean I would find out my admissions status about two weeks before school starts, and well after the lease is up on my apartment. I cried. I e-mailed the head of the program that I am applying to, and asked if he could let me know if/ when they received my application because the admissions department was being difficult. He immediately got back in touch with me saying he would look into it. THE VERY NEXT DAY I received an e-mail from admissions saying that my application had been processed and was sent to the department, so I should find out a definitive answer about the next two years of my life ANY DAY. I’m thankful that things are finally progressing, and I’m thankful that someone was willing to help me out.
I received an e-mail a couple of weeks ago saying that I had received an award and to please come to the Kinesiology department and pick it up. I did not think very much about it, I figured it was probably just something that they gave to everyone who had a certain G.P.A. (or something along those lines). Turns out I was wrong. I received an “Outstanding Senior” award. The department only gave out six of these awards. My grandfather counted up how many students graduated from the department and it was either 298 or 398 (I don’t remember), so I was one of six out of A LOT. I’m pretty flattered. I don’t know which of my professors nominated me, but it just feels good to know that people recognize all of the hard work I have put into school. I’m thankful for my award, and I am thankful for the people who gave it to me. This award also boosts my confidence about graduate school, and I could not be more thankful for that.
I’m at home right now for my brother’s high school graduation. I’m thankful for the person that he is, and for all of the exciting opportunities that await him in the fall. I hope that enjoys college as much as I have.
It’s a fresh spankin’ new month, and I have some big plans. Today, I officially started marathon training again. There are 19 weeks until the Amica Marathon in Newport, Rhode Island. The training plan that I am using this time around is 16 weeks long, so I have three weeks to focus on rebuilding my cardiovascular fitness (it’s not quite where I would like it to be), and getting a solid mileage base.
This morning I woke up before my alarm even went off; I was (surprisingly) excited to get back into training. I set off on what was supposed to be an easy three mile run. I was having so much fun that I ended up doing two extra miles! There is a trail that I run regularly (I have called my “dessert run” in previous posts), but I always run the same portion of it, never the full thing. Today on a whim I did not quit at my usual turn around spot. I randomly decided to stick to the pathway, and I am so glad that I did. I have been missing the best part of the trail! I felt like I left the city, and was back at home in the mountains. It was a great way to start any day, but it was especially a great way to kick of training. I still have some exploring to do. I can’t wait to head back over there and figure out what I’ve been missing.
The roomsy and I have been regularly taking walks in the evening. We set out on our typical walk tonight. It ended up being full of adventure. Well, that may be a little dramatic. We saw some cool animals. There were these teeny tiny baby frogs. They were the size of a nickel. I tried to take their pictures, but they were too fast. Then I spotted these HUGE glowing eyes. I jumped because any animal that big had to be mean. Snake? Alligator? Dinosaur? WHAT WAS IT??? It was the biggest frog I have ever seen in my entire life! I was able to sweet talk the roomie into photographing us together. She was resistant. She thought he was going to leap at her. I guess she ended up being more frightened of my peer pressure than the enormous amphibian.
I feel like this picture does not do the frog justice. Trust me he probably weighed 7 pounds, and when I poked him he jumped three feet (seriously, maybe even further). As if the frogs were not enough excitement, we had another encounter.
This poor little turtle was stuck on the apartment side of the fence. He was trying to get back out, and I thought he would die if I left him. So I had to do a quick change into my super hero cape, then I put him in a bowl and drove him to a lake. I like to think he was thankful, but he was actually pretty feisty. He needed an attitude adjustment. Maybe he was a teenager turtle.
I feel like this post has gotten really long. Let me recap (in case you forgot).
• It’s June.
• Marathon training has begun.
• I had a baller run tonight.
• The most humongous frog known to mankind lives in my backyard..
• I rescued a turtle and he was not very friendly.