In retrospect, running another half-marathon three weeks later was not the best idea that I ever had. The lack of training time in between, cut even shorter by 1) an aching body after an intense gym session; and 2) very fucking terrible English weather, meant that, realistically, there wasn't that much that I could improve on, or target, for the ( Read more... )

I have given up on the side project because it had proven itself to be an unnecessary and additional source of stress; mostly because I knew that I didn't have the time that I needed to dedicate to it to do it justice. Getting back to the review/conference to tell them that I could no longer submit the piece was a relief, so I definitely made the ( Read more... )

I returned to London today after spending a week in Cambridge at E's, and with E. I felt a slight sense of dread yesterday evening at the thought of returning, and now that I'm back in my room, the sense of dread hasn't yet abated ( Read more... )

After a couple of days of angst about it, especially the fundraising part (one of the most tedious and disgustingly self-aggrandizing things I've ever had to do), I'm relieved and happy that the Cambridge Half Marathon is over. My initial goal of finishing in under two hours was no longer feasible after my injury which kept me from running for four ( Read more... )

I'm writing this in the law faculty now instead of powering through the last bit of my never-ending Chapter 3 (which feels like I have spent the past ten years of my life writing/re-writing, lather rinse repeat) because I have a headache, I am cold, and I am waiting for E to pick me up after he's finished with tennis. In other words, I am more or ( Read more... )

This burgeoning habit that I have of engaging less and less with my thoughts--that is, by writing them down--is rather worrying. It has come to be such a fundamental part of myself that surrendering to the laziness night after night may very well come to have rather deleterious effects on my sense of self and identity. (This, it must be said, ( Read more... )

After exactly four weeks of not running, I attempted to run today after an unsuccessful trip to a gym near E's place that apparently opens only really early in the morning, and from 5.30pm onwards.

The knee hurt initially, I was half-limping (yes, it is possible to limp-run), I was slow, I couldn't run continuously...but run I did. The pain more ( Read more... )

My knee is getting better...well, of course, it was always going to get better. It's perhaps 70% back to normal, though I still can't walk 100% normally and I am too afraid to try to climb the stairs. E and I went to the gym last week and after he instructed me in how to use weights to work on my arms, we discovered that I could use the cycling ( Read more... )

It's been something like 9 days and my knee still hasn't recovered. It pains and shames me considerably to say that I have not taken this tiny injury well at all. Instead of focusing on the positives--or rather, the positive fact that it's not anything worse than a bruise--I'm focusing on all the negatives, like I always do. Such as: it's been more ( Read more... )

I put off doing this because I didn't want my PMSy mood to affect my answers. I am rather tired now (spent a few but very concentrated hours in the library revising Chapter 2, and now I'm knackered) so I'm not sure I will finish this in one sitting; but I shall try.

(Edit: Nope, did not finish this in one sitting.)

1. What did you do in 2018 ( Read more... )