It is officially a new month—April—so we are almost a quarter of the way into the year, and why does it feel like it’s flown by? Man, sometimes time really does just slip away. I have no idea what really happened in March other than that I existed and probably ran a bunch. Honestly, with so much on my plate, I can’t even grasp the concept of time at the moment. All I can think about is what needs to get done. My life feels like one never-ending to-do list.
For example, tomorrow I have to study for stats, make a blog post (literally what I’m writing right now), do a tempo run, hit legs at the gym, walk my dog, send follow-up emails, and help my undergrad in the greenhouse at 1 p.m.
Now let me break it down for you one by one. The stats studying, blog post, and follow-up emails have to occur in the morning before noon, or they will never happen because my brain will stop functioning. The workout has to occur before helping my undergrad at 1 p.m., thus meaning almost everything has to happen before 1 p.m.
Stats studying is about a three-hour affair. The blog post is about fifteen minutes since I’m doing most of the work now. The follow-up emails are about ten minutes, and the gym and running combined will be about two and a half hours. I live twenty minutes away from school, so that’s drive time. I want to be done with the gym and running by 12:30 so I’m not as disgusting when I meet my undergrad and have cooled down a bit and eaten a snack, hopefully.
So… that means the gym and run have to start by 10, which means I have to leave my house by 9:40. Then subtract three and a half hours for the stats stuff, and that gets you to a whopping 6:30 wake-up call. But I’m not functional for the first hour of the day, so 5:30 is the time for the alarm.
Which is just ass… it also means if I want eight hours of sleep, I need to be asleep by 9:30, which is in an hour, and I just want more than one hour to relax… but no, I have to go to bed so I can wake up early. Ugh, I hate having responsibilities as an adult.
And you could say that after the greenhouse stuff tomorrow, I’ll have all the time to do what I want—and yes, to some extent I will—but I still have to walk my dog and make myself food. Even then, the next day, which is Saturday, I still have to be somewhere at 9 in the morning, so y’know… I truly have no idea what it’s like to sleep in anymore.
It’s either sleep and have no time for hobbies or lose sleep and enjoy my hobbies… it’s a cruel world, I tell ya. Fucking cruel. (Yes, I know it’s my fault—I could do less, but maybe, just maybe, I like to complain.)