So, little blog....how I have neglected you.
I still don't know if blogging is for me. Does the universe need my thoughts? Doubtful. Sometimes it is nice to get them out though.
Instead of riding coasters for a year....I went on 10 medical school interviews, met a boy, and learned how to run. I thought only idiots and people on COPS ran. I didn't understand.
Well, now I do.
3 half-marathons later and here I am: sitting in bed, in pain, and wanting to get up and do it all over again tomorrow. It is the only thing that keeps me sane. Medical school is similar to law school in that there are uncomfortable and unsatisfying hoops to jump through. Am I learning anything? I don't know. At least this time my personality is a bit more cemented, so I can hold on to who I am instead of questioning that as well as my career choice. I know I will be a good doctor...I'm just not sure if I can be a good medical student, too.
So, running has been the focus and the outlet. If I run, I eat well. If I want to eat well, I need to go to the grocery store. And really, since I am easily embarrassed by things like dirty laundry, if I want to run, I need to have clean clothes. It takes care of so many things by itself, and provides me with a structure that somehow 8 hours a day of Anatomy could not.
But running wasn't enough, was it? No....I had to mention triathlons to Andrea. She said she wants to do an Ironman in 2013. I told her I would only commit to a half until I saw whether or not I liked the full marathon distance. 3 weeks of obsessing over the tri and I:
-have done some bricks (loved them more than I could have ever dreamed)
-have bought a bike (her name is Pearl)
-am back to obsessing (typical mental state)
My knee hurts. My hip hurts. I thought I was done with all of the pain. I thought, after the last half, that my body had finally figured it all out, and was just going to run smoothly.
It hasn't. Even I know it was stupid. But for a month, it felt like it could be true.
It hurts. But I keep doing it.
Please at least feign that the symbolism isn't smashing you over the head.
