Experiment, experiment, study–oh, wait. No glassware.

That was actually Wednesday, Thursday, and today. So I’m cleaning glassware all day so I can do a study to refine our methods. I want to come in tomorrow to do the study so I can have an entire day with the lab all to myself and not have to fight over elbow space, but policy states I need a babysitter, and I don’t have one.

I got new running shoes today (not particularly cute, but they are very comfy), and I’m fighting my desire to run a week’s worth before Sunday, because that would just do no good. I simply have much excess energy I need to burn off before Sunday afternoon. I have coffee (or tea, in my case) with the Cool CS Guy, and I just don’t know him well enough to burst into the types of conversation I’ve been having lately. He might have a heart-attack, right there in the coffee place. And I’d feel guilty about that.

I have been having a lot of fun this week. Part of it is all this excess energy I have, which is showing itself through increased sociability, hyperactivity, gutter-talk, boredom, and the tossing of sexual innuendos back and forth with Luke (Always a bad sign, no matter how harmless. Always). Jenn and I are talking a lot again. We did a “Mexican night” last night, in which we strapped a young Latino male to our dining room table and had our way with him repeatedly–

Right. Wrong Mexican night. My bad.

Rather than that bit of fun, we made quesadillas, cajun rice, and guacamole, and had chips and salsa and all sorts of fixings. We ate entirely too much and ran out of silverware for dessert (eating cheesecake with just a knife is a risky thing…) and talked about politics and sex and weight and sex and running and sex and men and sex.

Did I mention how very glad I am that my new running shoes came in today? Jenn is walking around with a permanently shocked look on her face and I’m keeping out of arm’s reach of most members of the male gender this week. For their sake.

Ouch, ouch.

Walked a few miles both yesterday and today due to shin splints. New shoes are en route, however. I ordered a pair of Saucony Grid Aura TR 6’s yesterday that should arrive tomorrow.

Weightlifting on Tuesday went well:

Bench: 15 pounds (6.80 kg), 1 set to failure, 12 reps
Lat pulldown: 134 pounds, 1 set, 10 reps
Shoulder press: 10 pounds (4.54 kg), 1 set to failure, 8 reps
Tricep pushdown: 48 pounds (21.8 kg), 1 set to failure, 8 reps

I had a lot of trouble keeping good form on the tricep pushdown…

Havin’ some bebes

I had two, possibly three, babies yesterday.

I ran a photolysis experiment on the sulfamethoxazole with titanium dioxide for six hours and ran samples from various time points on the HPLC. The tentative results? Fifty-three percent degradation from a lamp we thought put out no UV light (and thus shouldn’t have been able to drive a reaction much at all). There were two definite products formed, although we haven’t identified them yet, and we may have to do a bit of tinkering to get good isolation of these since they’re very polar. These are my babies. The first comes off the column just before two minutes, and the second after the solvent front, around three and three-quarters minutes.

But the possible third? This is where things get fun. The sulfa drug steadily degrades for the first four hours of the photolysis, then, for the next two hours, there’s a steady increase in the peak area (which is theoretically proportional to the concentration) of our sulfa drug peak. It is distinctly possible there could be another compound eluting at the same time, but just not offset enough for us to identify shoulders or double-peaks. So I might have a hidden baby that wants to play peak-a-boo.

Of course, this was just a quick run-through to see if the lamp would even be useful in the TiO2 experiements (which it is, since we’re getting degradation), so I’m making new, cleaner solutions to run it all again, as soon as we get water that isn’t green coming out of the tap. (We don’t want to kill our Milli-Q filtering system, so no tap water means no Milli-Q water.)

Yay Terre Haute water. Rich in all sorts of shit no one wants to drink.

Sailing away.

Three miles today in 34:49, which is an 11:36 mile on average. First mile was in 12:21. I walked 0.25 mi. in the middle to test whether I could pick up after doing a mile and half and do it again. And I did.

Rather than doing four miles tomorrow, I’m going to do exactly this routine for Wednesday and Thursday to give my body time to adjust, even though I feel I could go longer/harder.

The splints are developing, as well, and I need to find some good stretches to work that out.

Training plan. If one is generously applying that label.

I’m entertaining the idea of formalizing a training plan for the next couple of weeks. While I have no problem running the exact same distance/route every day, I’m fully aware the body’s tendencies to adapt and reduce the usefulness of a workout when it’s monotonous.

Current Idea:
Monday: 2.5 mi
Tuesday: 3 mi
Wednesday: 4 mi
Thursday: 3 mi
Friday: 2.5 mi (because I know I am le tired at 05:30 on a Friday)