So I began nursing school yesterday. It reminded me of the first time I ever stepped onto a tredmill. You feel so excited, confident, and prepared to get into shape. You have the coolest running clothes on EVER, a water bottle with enough water sufficient to run a marathon, and you're just pumped....and you get on--put it at an ungodly speed and you start running. You are tripping over your own feet looking like you don't even know how to walk, until you fall FLAT on your face. I got home at 10:00 pm last night from class, and Ryan was excited for me asking me about my day. I didnt' feel upset, or anything at all...I was just kind of stoic and said "Yeah..it's was cool...." (tears about to come rolling down my eyes) However, I was up at 5, the crack of dawn this morning and started tackling the god-awful APA formatted papers, and the lengthy endless readings, and the research for my group projects--before I knew it...it was 11:30. I have always been a lucky st...
Ruminations of a runner and recipe-maker, who serves up ranty cynicisms from time to time.