There she is with another hour before her.
November 2, 2009
He never brought the poem to class. Should this be a direct hit on my self-esteem?
Class is going perfectly well, albeit slowly. We're reading "Der Vorleser" and it's slightly frustrating. We're not supposed to read ahead but we're finishing three chapters a week and I could have that whole stupid book finished in an hour. This is typical of any schooling I've ever done -- I may not be a genius but I do read super fast.
A Running Update: It's killing me. Not the running part, mind you, but November. I despise November for so many different reasons, one of them being the fact that from dawn to dusk for 30 days the outside world is a depressing gray-and-white wet fest. Absolutely nothing out there encourages me to put my shoes on, stretch, and go.
What's worse is I know if I don't run 3 or 4 times a week I'm going to be an unhappy mess come February and I really, really don't want that. More importantly: I can't afford it. I have other things I need to do and previous years have shown that being depressed puts a real damper on my plans.
I need a treadmill.
The cat spends her days recently going in and out of the door, bringing us leaves which have blown onto the balcony. By the time autumn is over, we'll have a little wooden tray filled with them on display in the living room. I think it's her version of storing away food for the winter.
I'm finding it hard to get back into the routine of updating regularly. I apologize.
Labels: health, running, typical
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