Sunday, March 4, 2012

SELF: Day Eleven

This post won't read like they usually do. I can't stand not having the ability to post a picture, so in the interest of you not reading scads of dry scribe from Yours Truly, we'll keep this post short.

Everything on this side of the pond is going extremely well. English life is suiting me just fine: my friends and I have taken to going to the City on Saturdays, drinking some cocktails at some cool places, and coming home on the last train. It's great to get out and see new places, faces...and have fun stories to tell in the morning. Last night we went to the Book Club, which I'd been to before, but never went back. Well worth the trek out to Shoreditch...we'll go back.

The runs are great: I find myself getting up earlier and earlier in an attempt to squeeze a run in before school. Though I did miss it today (as I was up early, but then took a mid-day three-hour nap), I've been faithfully running every single day.

This leads us to the injury (groan). My knee is killing me when I walk, oddly enough, so I'm still running. My doctor tells me I'm fine, but I should consider barefoot running. Riiight.

Lastly, we have officially agreed to go to France and Germany (with a brief stopover in Barcelona) for the April break. More to follow, but this time we're pairing up with Frank instead of Seth, and another foursome-in-a-car will make our way around Europe. I'm so excited that we've all agreed to this and just can't wait to start the planning process.

I do hope you are having a wonderful weekend. Running everyday, eating amazingly healthy food (we had Mexican for dinner tonight...not so healthy) makes me yearn for sleep in a way that puts all other commitments on the proverbial back-burner. So in the spirit of getting more rest than perhaps is normal, good night xxx

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