AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Stress! Panic! Self-loathing! Self-doubt! Fear!
The cause? My papers are due. :)
Paper 1 is examining Restoration Theatre's negative effect of the Puritan lifestyle. 12-15 pages, due in 6 days. I've written 1 page, but I have 20 pages of notes, so it'll be done by Saturday evening.
Paper 2 is deciding whether or not an age of revolution existed in Latin America in the 1800s. 20 pages due May 10, but the first 10 pages are due to my writing partner by Sunday evening. 5 books are read, 6 journals articles are acquired. First 10 pages will need heavy fixing, but I'm focusing on paper number one and I can then focus on paper number 2 after Wednesday. I can write 20 good pages in 2 weeks (especially with 2 weekends in there).
But the sad thing (or good thing, whichever you look at it) is that the DVD for "A Tale of Two Cities: The Concert" came in and listening/watching it makes me calm down. James Barbour has the most soothing voice!
Cheers!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Cajun Yummy-ness!
After perusing my freezer for dinner options, I re-discovered a box of frozen boudin from Don's in Lafayette, Louisiana. Yumm!!!!
The problem, however, is that all 5 pounds are frozen TOGETHER. I just want one link! Now I have to thaw all 5 pounds, cook them all, and refreeze the cooked links.
That's the price for yummy boudin. Maybe I can pre-order separately wrapped boudin next time I go to Louisiana.
Cheers!
The problem, however, is that all 5 pounds are frozen TOGETHER. I just want one link! Now I have to thaw all 5 pounds, cook them all, and refreeze the cooked links.
That's the price for yummy boudin. Maybe I can pre-order separately wrapped boudin next time I go to Louisiana.
Cheers!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Running Again
My beloved Garmin forerunner died last year. It accompanied me on 2 full marathons (I didn't have it for my first), 4 half marathons (again, I didn't have it on my first), and countless 5Ks, 10Ks and a 10-miler. When the doctor told me last March not to run for 6 months (due to an ankle issue), it say forlornly on my bathroom counter, staring hopefully at me every time I walked in wearing gym clothes. But alas, it never moved.
Neither did I. I stopped running completely. I felt freaked out due to the doctor's visit. No more full marathons, he said, and no running at all for 6 months. No exercising at all for at least a month because even biking could do something to the ankle. I fell into an exercise depression. I used to be a gym rat, but no more. Oh, I still exercise, but nowhere near what I used to. Before, I would never go 2 days without exercising. Nowadays I'll exercise a couple of times every two weeks. I've fallen out of my pattern.
Then, 4 months ago, I looked at the Garmin. My 6 months was up. Could I run again? I gained weight and knew I would look foolish while running. But could I do it? I picked up the Garmin and turned it on. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing.
That sucked.
I attached the charger to it and left it alone. The next day, I went to turn it on. Nothing. Yep, it died during my running hiatus. Perhaps it was its time. Perhaps it died of a broken heart. But it was gone.
And so was my inspiration to run again. I didn't want to run without knowing how far I'd run. I didn't want to run without split times, without calorie counts, without anything. So I decided to buy a new one. But didn't for a while.
Last Saturday, after reading friends' tales of upcoming 10ks, marathons, half marathons and tri's, I realized I wanted to tell tales, too. So I bought a new Garmin, the 305. Not the newest, most fancy, but one that still worked nonetheless.
Today was the first test run. In my first run in over a year, I ran two miles. I ran 3-1s (3 run, 1 walk) in 30 minutes, 30 seconds.
Mile 1: 15 minutes even.
Mile 2: 15:30.
Considering this was my first run in over a year, and since I've gained about 30 pound since my last run, I'm not going to complain at all. In fact, I'm stoked. My lungs hurt, my quads hurt and I grew tired - but it felt good. I miss the running pain, because with that pain comes achievement.
So, no more full marathons for me (unless I get into New York next year, in which case I'll run the first half and walk the second half). I think I'll sign up for a 5k somewhere - then I'll be back on my way. I'm signing up for my 4th Houston half marathon this year (which I haven't run in two years) and a 10 miler in October. Slow I will be, but happy will I be, too.
Cheers!
Neither did I. I stopped running completely. I felt freaked out due to the doctor's visit. No more full marathons, he said, and no running at all for 6 months. No exercising at all for at least a month because even biking could do something to the ankle. I fell into an exercise depression. I used to be a gym rat, but no more. Oh, I still exercise, but nowhere near what I used to. Before, I would never go 2 days without exercising. Nowadays I'll exercise a couple of times every two weeks. I've fallen out of my pattern.
Then, 4 months ago, I looked at the Garmin. My 6 months was up. Could I run again? I gained weight and knew I would look foolish while running. But could I do it? I picked up the Garmin and turned it on. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing.
That sucked.
I attached the charger to it and left it alone. The next day, I went to turn it on. Nothing. Yep, it died during my running hiatus. Perhaps it was its time. Perhaps it died of a broken heart. But it was gone.
And so was my inspiration to run again. I didn't want to run without knowing how far I'd run. I didn't want to run without split times, without calorie counts, without anything. So I decided to buy a new one. But didn't for a while.
Last Saturday, after reading friends' tales of upcoming 10ks, marathons, half marathons and tri's, I realized I wanted to tell tales, too. So I bought a new Garmin, the 305. Not the newest, most fancy, but one that still worked nonetheless.
Today was the first test run. In my first run in over a year, I ran two miles. I ran 3-1s (3 run, 1 walk) in 30 minutes, 30 seconds.
Mile 1: 15 minutes even.
Mile 2: 15:30.
Considering this was my first run in over a year, and since I've gained about 30 pound since my last run, I'm not going to complain at all. In fact, I'm stoked. My lungs hurt, my quads hurt and I grew tired - but it felt good. I miss the running pain, because with that pain comes achievement.
So, no more full marathons for me (unless I get into New York next year, in which case I'll run the first half and walk the second half). I think I'll sign up for a 5k somewhere - then I'll be back on my way. I'm signing up for my 4th Houston half marathon this year (which I haven't run in two years) and a 10 miler in October. Slow I will be, but happy will I be, too.
Cheers!
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Finally...
The book I'm currently reading for my Latin American Independence Movement class is quite fascinating - and not that difficult to understand (unlike a couple of the other books, written by professors who want to impress people with the elevated vocabulary).
The current book is entitled, "Tropical Versailles" and is about the 1808 Portuguese royal court's move from Lisbon to Rio de Janiero - the only time in which an empirical metropolis capital actually picked up and moved across to the Americas. It's a fascinating story!
Cheers!
The current book is entitled, "Tropical Versailles" and is about the 1808 Portuguese royal court's move from Lisbon to Rio de Janiero - the only time in which an empirical metropolis capital actually picked up and moved across to the Americas. It's a fascinating story!
Cheers!
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