What were we thinking...

I really am enjoying myself here. Seriously.

Just wanted to take care of that before I went any further.

As a quick catch up, nothing all that exciting happened the end of last week except for two things, and they were both Friday. I got word that my European Union course would be accepted for Social Sciences core at Etown, which makes the whole graduation thing a little easier. On the same note, I think that I am also going to be able to walk away from Etown with a Poli Sci minor which definitely can’t hurt. I just need to take two more courses while I’m at Etown. Good Deal. Aside from that, the only thing that really happened otherwise was my language test. Everyone was freaking out about it, but I honestly think that I was ready to take it four years ago while I was in high school, it was a lot of indicative/ subjunctive work.. so the two years of that in Sr’s class definitely helped. I think that I did pretty well on the test as a whole, I forgot a few colloquial phrases that they wanted us to use on the test so I don’t think that I aced it, but I did just fine.

Today. Today was probably the most eventful day since I’ve been back from Andalucia, which I suppose has only been a week..

I woke up bright and early and went for a jog with Becky. You know, nothing major.. just Mitja Marató. For those of you that don’t speak Catalá, that is a half marathon. Apparently the government of the Province of Barcelona has it every year. Probably one of the worst ideas of my life. Especially when you consider that before this morning, the last time that I ran was literally last May for the Zoom for Zip. 5k 9 months ago isn’t really all that much training. The first 10k went by pretty easily. Then it hit me. I suddenly had to go to the bathroom so bad. I had to stop, and when I got back going again, I was being chased by the busses and ambulances that flanked the race group. And on top of that, my legs cramped up and my stomach decided to be upset.. can’t say that I blame it. Becky ran/ walked with me for the last 10k but it wasn’t nearly as fun/ easy as the first 10. We were on pace for the 2 hour mark when we hit the midway point. We finished in 2:43.

May I remind you though that I said, “We finished.” That’s all that ever counted to me anyway. What more did I expect from these flabby legs of mine.

I’m proud of the marathon, and I’ll try to draw out the race course on a map so that you can see what it looks like on a map. Next time I’m running 21k. OR next time, I’m just going to say, nah I’ve already tried that, I’m going to stay with the bike.

Word of the Day: dolor- pain

I don’t think that there is any question about that one.