My mom worries about me. Her concern is that I do too much.
About six weeks ago, I had a sinus infection (yay antibiotics). I was diagnosed with another one during JOB DRAMA 2011 (yay more antibiotics). Add in the lingering leg issue. It’s tax season (yay PT job). I have a new full-time job (YAY!!!). I have six weeks left in this semester and a major deliverable is due the first week of April. Shake. Stir. Whatever.
I didn’t run the St. Patrick’s Day 8K this past weekend. In fact, the last exercise related thing I did was create an awesomely unflattering video for school three weeks ago.
I ran Friday after work since we got early release “due to an outbreak of highly contagious spring fever.”
I’ll try to put in some more miles in the meantime and will gut out the Cherry Blossom Ten Mile Run in two weeks.
After that run, I’ll be doing some re-evaluating. Somethings got to give.
I’ve enjoyed my break between semesters. Many things on my “to do” list got done and many things didn’t. I rested and recharged my batteries and was raring to go yesterday morning.
Alas, an ill-timed snow storm thwarted yesterday’s attempt to be scholarly.
I checked several sites before leaving home around 3:10 PM. While sitting on 395S just a quarter mile from home as the sleet beat down on the car, I tweeted…
Can s.o. check to see if GMU has canceled classes yet?
I received a quick response from a friend that evening classes had just been canceled and I quickly exited the highway to head home.
Later in the evening (after husband got home ~3 hrs after he left work), I tweeted…
We watched stupid tv and enjoyed being at home. It was a good evening.