It’s officially two days until Christmas, and I’m so immensely happy to be able to open all the gifts I bought myself this year, even though I already know exactly what I put under my tree. I really wish I had something more meaningful to write about right now, but nothing is really coming to mind. So how about just a little update on life?
I had my first run yesterday after taking two weeks off following my last race. The run was actually pretty great, just a little chilly. I knocked out four miles, and it felt surprisingly easy. All I could think about was how, just a couple of months ago, I would have killed for four miles to feel that easy.
I also finally started to buckle down on my thesis writing so I can graduate on time. And let me tell you one thing—I may love to write, like in my diary or about the mundane parts of my life, but when it comes to academic writing, I absolutely dread it. It’s the most boring, un-personal thing to ever exist. I wish it had more pizzazz or could be more fun, but instead it feels like watching paint dry for days on end.
You may wonder why, during winter vacation, I would choose to do work. Well, I honestly think breaks are the best time to get things done, especially in the winter, because I can’t really be bothered to go outside. I know people feel differently, but for some reason I have a very hard time being unproductive, and I just feel so much better when I’m doing things.
Other than that, not much has changed. I’m going to Canada in a week, and I’m excited to make myself a really nice sushi dinner tomorrow night for Christmas Eve. But for now, I need to go put on seven layers so I can walk my pup.
Toodles!