Exercise Surprise

I was told today by a fellow jogger that the track we've been running on all this time is actually half a mile long, as opposed to the .25 miles I always thought it was. We've both checked up on it online and it's true, according to the St. Ed's web page. I cannot believe this. I've been running two miles a day this whole time! And it's easy! There's no way, there must be some mistake, because that track does not seem half a mile long. Nevertheless, I just got a huge boost of pride thinking I've run that much.

Boredom

Sitting at work right now, wondering if I'll actually be called upon to perform some task like refilling a stapler or putting paper in the printer. My right eye feels like there is absolutely no moisture in it at all; I feel my eyelid scrape across it like sandpaper every time I blink. I've deduced that the redness of my eyes has led people to believe I am partaking of some controlled substance, for I've been asked multiple times today if I'm in need of assistance.

I'm looking forward to going running later with Jenna. It now requires little effort to run a mile, so tonight we may increase the distance. I'm sure regular joggers are scoffing at this, but it truly is a feat for me since I haven't deigned to run more than two laps since 8th grade. I never had the patience, but now I've found it's perfect for mulling things over in your head or just not thinking about anything at all. Both are comforting in their own ways.

Jenna and I are also in the midst of preparing for our vacation in Mexico. Less than a week after I get back from Scotland, we're heading off to Cancun and Playa del Carmen. We'll basically be spending a few days being lazy on the beach, zip lining and four wheeling through the jungle, swimming in cenotes, and visiting old Mayan ruins. This all reminds me I still have a lot to get done. At least we have our plane tickets. I'm still debating the merits of bringing along my good camera.

Gummy bear trap

Behold, my inspiration:

Thank you, Robot chicken. I've never seen your show before, but random youtube searches have shown me your genius.

An End of Laziness

One month until I leave, yet I probably know more about Andrew's upcoming trip than my own. Taking interest in a life other than yours is good as long as you maintain your own goals and personality. I've changed in some ways, yet I'm still very much the same. As burned out as I am right now with photography, I still find myself reaching for my camera when I see the light from a window touch a piece of old jewelry. I still find the process of talking to near strangers exhausting, and I still love reading bad fiction.

I'm still a hopeless daydreamer.

It is my goal to experience this trip to the best of my ability. As tempted as I will be to spend some hours curled up under warm blankets listening to music and dreaming, I want to at least give myself a fair chance to truly take part in my surroundings. I want to swim in Loch Ness, capture the sunrise over ancient ruins, drink mead in a pub with raucous Scottish buddies, and take at least a day to hike a Highland trail. If one of these excursions never happens, I want it to be because I was too busy partaking of others, not because I was lazy or intimidated.