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Getting my groove back.

Among the other restful bits gained from this vacation (including, potentially, a vehicle…), I am slowly getting comfortable being back on the running boat. I’m having to work hella hard to correct the strength imbalance in my lower legs caused by injury and the limping, but it’s going well.

My current workout is 50-50 walk/run in distance: warmup, run a quarter-mile, walk a quarter-mile, repeat for a half-mile each, repeat for a quarter-mile each, cool down. It’s hard going, and I’m pulling out every calf and shin muscle stretch I can find because my shins tighten up on me during my workouts. But I can already feel an improvement in strength and flexibility, and even this little half-hour is a pretty good workout.

Off days are spent on the stationary bike they’ve got here, which is one of those annoying bikes with the pedals out instead of under, so your legs are almost parallel to the floor. Why so annoying? Because if I don’t relax my back and shoulders just right while I’m pedalling, my lower back muscles take on a little too much strain and cause me trouble for the remainder of the day. So it’s an exercise in relaxation techniques as well as a quad workout. And oh is it a quad workout. Whoo. I (and my knees) love it.

As I was doing twenty [ridiculously long] miles on the bike yesterday, I read the first half of the March issue of Runner’s World magazine. Page. By. Page. Wonderful magazine, and definitely one I plan to subscribe to at some future date. I’d been to the website, of course, and read several of their articles there, but I tend to find their website somewhat annoying to navigate when I’m hunting for something in particular. The magazine itself, though, is an awesome read.

It may be odd to miss certain messages from my body, but there are some things I’ve come to associate with regular hard workouts—and running in particular—that I didn’t notice slipping away until they came back. Like the fact that my hips painlessly (albeit frequently) pop; I hadn’t even noticed when it stopped, but it happened last week one day when I stood up and I went, “Oooh. Long time no see.”

Not out loud, though. That’d just be weird.

But during my run today, I hit one of those little grooves—just a little ways into the half-mile run segment, things just started to flow: breathing in tune, legs feeling fine, arms swinging right. All the little bits that make you feel like you can just go. It was fleeting—I went ahead and stopped at the half-mile mark since I know my leg muscles don’t usually complain until I slow to a walk—but it was a good reminder of what I’m really working for. Yes, I need the cardiovascular health, and yes, I need the weight loss. But more than those, I need that feeling of flying and being free, of having that kind of rapport with my body.

I feel like I’m getting my groove back. About damn time. This winter lasted way too long.

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Because I’m sure he won’t mind the invasion of privacy.

So in an e-mail to Dr. 7 last week, I said (among other things), “Wish me a miracle in 230 [on the exam].” (230 is the class I’ve been bitching about all term.)

Dr. 7’s response?

And I am hereby wishing you a 230 Miracle(TM). It’s like a Christmas Miracle(R) except that the role of Kris Kringle is played by Santa Claude [the name of the prof] (because he gives good grades) and the role of lead elf is played by Steve (because he’s short). Anyway, good luck, and don’t let it stress you out too much.

Dr. (3 + 4) (I’m in a hurry, OK?)

Why the “3+4″ and the mention of being in a hurry? Because this dorky bum has taken to signing off e-mails with “Dr. (08+17-26+35-44+53-62-71+80)” and other such labels that send my math-dumb brain into convulsions.

But the 230 Miracle (TM) with Santa Claude tickled me pink. My final grade in that class tickled me pink, too. All the energy investment for 230 cost me heavily in discrete math (which I took the next day), but I’d rather repeat that than repeat 230. Hopefully I did well enough on the math final that I can hold a C in the class.

But the quarter is over, I’m in Cincinatti, and I’m trying to sleep and work off the exhaustion of the past eight or so weeks.

I’m also trying to come up with a good recipe to try while I have a kitchen available to me: I’m thinking alfredo sauce for pasta and breadsticks. Maybe that and a good pesto recipe. I want an excuse to use my chopsticks, dammit!

I’m thinking of how I want to rearrange my room, too. My roommate is departing for Texas this weekend, so I now have two desks, her couch, and more than twice the space that I previously had for my crap. I’m particularly excited about the couch, though (and the use of ceiling lights late at night, so as to reduce the eye-twitchiness). It’s a swingy couch, and it’ll be nice to have a place to sit and read or study that isn’t directly in front of my computer; it should kill off my last bit of distractibility when alone, and will help me move completely out of the Thorn office.

I’m also trying to get some damn wireless to work in Linux, but I can’t get good firmware for the W200 card on my Evo n800w to get the damn thing to turn on. (I have no wired connection in my room, and so rely on hijacking wireless from a neighbor.)

But back to e-mail and recipe searching and grocery store shopping and maybe a little working out (I’m running again, yay!) and a whole lot of reading and working.

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Note to self.

Don’t check the project and class grade (now even lower) in your “favorite” class right before going to the presentation of your group project… Silly Lissa.

It’s all on the final at this point. I pass or I fail.

Edit: Presentation done. I think I need to see how much shifting is going to be necessary to get this course into my schedule next term…

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!!!

Dulin’s coming to visit!!! *happy dancing*

Now I just have to survive exams and the work I have to do over break so I can avoid being all eye-twitchy when he arrives…

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I just sold my soul to the devil…

May my boss never find out…

… or the people on Thorn staff, come to think of it… Too much info is a bad thing, sometimes.

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