Yet again, this is a very delayed update. I really am terrible at this whole blogging thing! It doesn't help that I'm not making particularly great progress on these challenges of mine, so I haven't had masses to write about... I know, I know, I'm a total letdown. However, I do have one or two bits and pieces to share, so I'm not going to procrastinate any longer - I AM updating today!
So this week was my first week back at uni, and I'm getting back into the swing of things, slowly but surely. It feels like absolutely forever since I've been sat in a lecture theatre! For once, I've actually kept up to date with my reading, and I went into every class this week feeling prepared... unfortunately I later realised I wasn't prepared enough, when we had to do a task involving restructuring the arguments of a philosophical paper written by the guy who taught me last semester, and I spent the entire hour completely dumbstruck and unable to understand a word. Philosophy is hard! As much as I love metaphysics, it really messes with your mind. This week has taught me that I really need to do my set reading earlier in the week and spend the night before rereading it and familiarising myself with the arguments and points within, rather than reading it for the first time the preceding night. This week has also taught me that I really need to be working on my dissertation... I had a pipe dream last semester that I'd have half of it down by my next supervision meeting. I've done NONE of it (besides a lengthy library session earlier this week where I read one of my supporting texts and collected useful quotes), and my meeting is at 10 on Monday morning. Eek! Looks like I'll be spending a lot more time in the library...
On the bright side, I've made a hell of a lot of progress towards my exercise goals. I decided against parkrunning on Saturday as a metric fuckton of snow fell earlier in the week and by the weekend it had reached the icy stage. Turns out I made a good decision, as overnight on Friday about another foot fell and I ended up kind of stranded at The Lad's house. However, it's not all bad news! This week, ladies and gents, I managed to run 5km on the treadmill for the first time ever, in just over half an hour. I'm absolutely over the moon, I wasn't sure if I was capable but seemingly I am! So far I've found that I actually find it easier towards the end of the run - I get a sort of adrenalin rush and get really into it. My ankles absolutely cane now though - if anybody has any recommendations regarding running shoes, please let me know, because my shabby old trainers are definitely not the best footwear for running, especially considering I need to start taking it outside now. I have very, very weak ankles and my arches are collapsing where they rock in, so trainers with a built-in instep would be ideal. Lifting's taken a backseat this week as building up my stamina on the treadmill has kind of taken priority, but I can do 20 reps on 15kg now, so I might try to take it up to 20kg next week,
Continuing on the exercise theme, The Lad and I took a trip yesterday to view a bike we found advertised on Gumtree, and I'm pleased to say I am now the proud owner of a swanky bicycle, courtesy of my lovely boyfriend! Now I just need to learn how to ride it... the seller was rather adamant I tried it out, which was not particularly easy given the slush, accompanied by the fact that I'm a shit cyclist. The Lad ended up having to hold on to the back of the bike, which made me feel about 3. I can't abide being watched when I'm attempting something I'm not very good at, so that wasn't exactly my finest hour... once the snow's melted, I'll be taking it to the park round the corner where there are no parked cars for me to crash into and lots of grass to cushion my (most likely numerous) falls. I'll put up photos of it when I've sorted out my camera - must get that sorted!
As for the rest of my goals, I'm not doing particularly well. I haven't read any of my book in ages, I haven't listened to my Russian (I got quite disheartened when my shocking memory caused me to forget a rather significant amount of new vocabulary as I was going along), and I doubt the NHS want my blood at the moment, as it's pretty much pure alcohol. Buying a bottle of tequila for last night's party was definitely not one of my better ideas - I woke up at half nine this morning in my bed, with no recollection of how I got there. Apparently The Lad put me there after finding me passed out in the hall. So I missed most of my own birthday party. Wonderful. My head is pounding, I probably reek of sick and I still have to tidy up the front room, which is utter carnage. The mere sight of alcohol makes me dry heave at the moment, so I might delay the clean-up operation until I've had a shower and feel slightly more human. Any notions of doing dissertation work ahead of tomorrow's meeting have fallen flat, I think anything I write will be gobbledegook at this stage. I'm going to shamefacedly return to the foetal position I assumed earlier, fester a bit, and then attempt to put my house back in one piece, before writing to my grandparents, who would thoroughly disapprove of my appalling behaviour. Learn from my mistakes, dear readers, and don't drink tequila until you pass out. Especially when you're the host.
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