It's a gray and rainy Sunday here on the Vermont/New Hampshire border, and throughout New England from what I hear. Yesterday it was even more wet and rainy and I competed in my first 10K. My times certainly didn't blow anyone out of the water (although there was plenty to be blown out of) but it was a good run. My knee behaved and once I started I didn't even really notice the rain - except that my pants threatened to come off from all the water weight. My goal was to finish in under 60 minutes and I managed to come in at 58:30ish. Very cool. Then, since I was as wet as a drowned rat and I was no longer moving, I got really cold so I stopped at my gym on the way home and soaked in the hot tub. Joy! Rapture! Nap time!
I didn't actually nap though. I watched the latest movie sent to me from Netflix - Vanity Fair. I am discovering that I dislike movies where everyone thinks someone is less than who they are and that person has to struggle on the way up and invariably finds heartache and ruin and embarassment and sometimes happiness but only after the heartache, ruin and embarassment. Yeah, I don't like movies like that. I have too much empathy and I feel too bad for the person. Except in this case I didn't feel too bad because, although Reese Witherspoon starts out all pitiable, toward the end I just want her to quit her whining and deal with the fact that she's a poor little guttersnipe who can't get anywhere in Victorian society because everyone is evil and thinks she's below them. Bah! I don't know why I didn't stop the movie.
I am trying to work up the interest to work on my thesis. I did a little earlier. I went through one interview and moved all the wording around to tell a more cohesive story. I am going to try to do that to one more interview today. Now I understand why my friend S took the whole 4 years alotted to him to finish his Masters. If no one is hounding you, even if you don't tend to be a procrastinator, it's hella hard to get up the initiative to do anything. But here I go. Ciao!
I didn't actually nap though. I watched the latest movie sent to me from Netflix - Vanity Fair. I am discovering that I dislike movies where everyone thinks someone is less than who they are and that person has to struggle on the way up and invariably finds heartache and ruin and embarassment and sometimes happiness but only after the heartache, ruin and embarassment. Yeah, I don't like movies like that. I have too much empathy and I feel too bad for the person. Except in this case I didn't feel too bad because, although Reese Witherspoon starts out all pitiable, toward the end I just want her to quit her whining and deal with the fact that she's a poor little guttersnipe who can't get anywhere in Victorian society because everyone is evil and thinks she's below them. Bah! I don't know why I didn't stop the movie.
I am trying to work up the interest to work on my thesis. I did a little earlier. I went through one interview and moved all the wording around to tell a more cohesive story. I am going to try to do that to one more interview today. Now I understand why my friend S took the whole 4 years alotted to him to finish his Masters. If no one is hounding you, even if you don't tend to be a procrastinator, it's hella hard to get up the initiative to do anything. But here I go. Ciao!
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