Well, I came very close to accomplishing a perfect week. Working out that is. I'm discovering that there really are only 24 hours in a day, no matter how hard I try to extend it. Focus on one thing, and something else gives. However, I am following some sort of a routine that is giving me comfort, and I feel like I'm on track.
Weekly report: 3 runs (22 miles total), 2 swims, 2 bikes, and 2 weight lifting sessions. Not totally perfect, but pretty good. I'll take it. What it's really missing is some good quality stretching.
Now as I enter my taper in the final week leading up to the 1/2 marathon, I can work on stretching and getting lots of lab stuff done. My interviews are coming up. And my committee meeting. Those are the most important, but the race-stuff allows me to relax b/c I'm trying to use it more for fun and less for competition this season. For this reason, I'm not nervous about the 1/2 this Sunday. I'm looking forward to it. It should be great.
Went for the first inaugural outdoor bike ride yesterday. Remembered why I hate biking in St. Louis as I had 3 near-collisions with careless drivers. I almost got sideswiped 2x and backed into once. It put me in a really sour mood. I got a raving case of bike rage. Unfortunately, I don't think it helps to scream, "Fuckhead!" when someone almost hits you. At least, it didn't seem to help for me.
I'm almost done with the spring gardening now. It's gorgeous. Our compost was rich, moist, and black. Full of juicy earthworms that looked like they had come straight from Chernobyl. Of course, all the robins just thought we were feeding them, and I had to keep shooing them away.
Now, I'm trying to focus in lab. Feeling overwhelmed with everything. We saw an incredibly bright, glaring shooting star streak towards the horizon Saturday night. It was incredible considering we were in the car driving into the city and the sky was full of light from the city, haze, and clouds. It came out of nowhere, and it was so bright, it made me shudder. Think it's a sign?