I’m stressed out and washing the dishes wasn’t doing enough to distract me so this is a rambly blog that goes no where except straight to my stressors. Which means that I have lost all creativity and have a steady stream of song lyrics rushing through my head. Bear with me for a moment.
Here’s what I’ve got going on in the near future:
- Half marathon pikermi on Sunday *dead*
- school started Wednesday. I’m taking 17 credits (10 in class, 5 online, and 2 in a 2-day seminar). Today is my first in-class class. It’s sociology, so be jealous. *pre-class jitters*
- I’m co-coaching for Girls On The Run, which starts next week *ACK*
- gearing up for my marathon in November *more dead-er*
- MUST ramp up fundraising efforts for SoleMates for said marathon *oh boy*
- I have not been able to shake this cold, although it is minor enough that I’ll still be running on Sunday *whiny sad face*
- must begin putting together Halloween costumes (Bubs picked our theme this year & it’s going to be great!) *sweet but gonna take a while to assemble*
- must plan his (dinosaur) birthday party and my Halloween-instead-of-birthday party *GASP*
I read the syllabus for my online class yesterday. I’m not prone to fainting, but I definitely felt light-headed reading about the final project. It’s a class on negotiations, so I have to… negotiate. He wants us to barter. Excuse me while I break out in a cold sweat.
Actually, I feel light-headed and cold-sweaty when I think about any one of those things listed above. But my condition has a (first) name.
September.
Never mind when the calendar says the new year starts. I am an Autumn baby, and this is the time of year that I feel the most full of life. Or potential. You can smell change in the air. (“Change” consists of faint hints of rotting leaves and coming frost, with overtones of hot cider.) It’s watching a thunderstorm roll across the sky towards you. I cannot wait for my first run through a downpour. I’ll be the crazy one still rocking my running skirts in the 40 degree weather and standing on the side of the road, spinning in circles with arms held high and head thrown back, laughing as the rains pour down. You’ll know it’s me because Valerie will be standing near by, under a tree, shivering and wondering what she did to deserve such a running partner.
I feel like I’ve obsessed lately with all the wrong things. I seem to have quit eating breakfast. I seem to have quit drinking my water. So today, I have done both. Or, I’ve eaten breakfast and started my water drinking and will continue it throughout the rest of the day.
I’m also packing my bento lunchbox so I have something to eat other than the vast selection offered in the 3 food and 4 drink vending machines I will have access to while at school (choices include chips or chocolate and caffeinated & carbonated sugar water, decaffeinated & carbonated sugar water or just sugar water).
Also, pikermi countdown is at 2 days + 20 or so hours. Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth a little. Why so nervous? Dunno. Probably because it’s my first race at this distance. But to borrow lyrics from my best favorite song ever (yes, again) Imma be alright…/ Imma be okay…
Forest Whitaker, y’all.
