I barely have time to keep the last breath of life into this blog and wrtie about things I am doing and I find of interest. That said there is just no way I am going to write a paper on the roles of the certified nurse midwife pretty much from start to finish in less than 8 hours. I got nothing. After, last weeks life sucking saga, I just had the wind knocked out of me. It's like running a marathon on Sunday and then taking no time off to recover.
Speaking of running, even with last weeks craziness, I managed to get out for 3 runs/week for the last 3 weeks. Shocking, I know. I have slowly been morphing into what feels like a large mass of blob. I can literally feel my love handles, pulling on my skin as they hang off me, likethe way the last drop of maple syrup hangs on the bottle before you re-cap it. Anyway, graduation is only 26 light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel days away and then bring on normalcy.
I had been part of the CRTR running group on FB for about 2 years now and never found the time or cared to check it out, but after digging myself out of the hell hole that is nursing research, I committed myself to meeting Solar Squirrel at lock 29 last night -- no backing out now. Studying had taken such a precedent and time-consuming necessity this last semester, that I started to look forward to urges to go pee, just to have a good reason to break away from it, if only for a few minutes.
I had run the day before and hard, for me anyway and I had taken a 2.3 (per Garmin) trot around the neighbor hood earlier in the day with Bailey. As you can see, this is how he spends the majority of the day guarding the house.
I really want to try and attend this group again soon, but with another exam next Friday morning in critical care and Thanksgiving the following Thursday, it looks like I will have to wait a few weeks.