I've been making a really conscious effort to surround myself with love, since it's one of the four pillars of happiness, and I'm really having a good time doing it. In addition to that, the walks to and from school are a time to reflect (serenity) on how amazing life really is and how far I've come in the last three years. It's hard to imagine a different time and now, in the final stretch of being away from home, as I plan to return to the Great White North, I am filled with all sorts of interesting feelings. It's hard to imagine going home again unless I imagine surrounding myself with those I left behind when I came here. So there you are, friends, in my thoughts.
Anyway, running is going very well. I get up in the mornings feeling ready to rock and roll. I've taken an unprecedented vow to sleep before ten every night and aside from Saturday night when we rolled in rather late, I've been adhering to the schedule. It feels amazing to fuel my body with all the right stuff (I'm even down to two cups of tea a day!) and see the results of this attention to detail. I have always felt limited when I diet, but this time around, I just feel like I'm doing the right thing for myself. Sure, we had a roast chicken dinner on Sunday where we all ate WAY too much of the bird and HEAPS of mashed potatoes, but it was totally worth it.
The bad news is the injuries. Naturally when one thrusts herself wholeheartedly into a new exercise regime, that same someone is bound to hurt herself. Last night I jogged a bit on the way home from Kathleen's house and hurt my knee (running with a large backpack on? What was I thinking?!), and I was awake most of the night, writhing in pain. I'm going to see the doctor on Thursday and we'll see if there's any magic these English can muster up. Remember what they did to me in Korea when I hurt my back? Let's not relive those days ;)
Have a great day, dearest readers. It's 10 degrees here and cloudy. Great day for the race: the human race.
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