Happy Tuesday! Before I begin today’s post I want to send my sincerest appreciation and shout out to all the members of the military. Happy Veterans Day.
Kickstarting the day at the gym is the best medicine for feeling a little frumpish. I started with an easy run of 3 miles on the treadmill and then complete two rounds of the “Muffin Top Melter” workout.
It really made me sweat and I was glistening with achievement and a desire for food!!!
While I was eating breakfast at the Metro Diner with my family yesterday, I received a phone call from my admissions counselor at Southern New Hampshire University. (GO PENMAN!)
Alyssa informed me that my FAFSA issues were resolved and I would be officially enrolled in my first two courses by the end of the morning!!! I am so grateful for her diligent work on ensuring that I would be taken care of before the beginning of the new term, which is Monday the 17th, ya’ll! Shout out to the Admissions Dept at SNHU – you guys rock!
Later in the day, I received my login information for SNHU’s Blackboard program and downloaded the syllabi for ENG 550 and LIT 500.
It looks like I will be doing a lot of reading, a lot of writing, but I am extremely excited about getting start in just a few short days.
OH MAN! Can I just lay under a blanket for today and wait for tomorrow to show up??? I HATE feeling like every part of my body is sore and tired; my mind sees the middle, dark and ominous portion of the cloud and bitch about the blinding silver-lining; and the only time I get a perk of energy is when I convince myself I need to eat. Again. This feeling is the absolute pits, and I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. I was like this about 25 days ago….oh. Right. F’ing awesome.
But since I’m not on an island (yet) and must co-exist with the rest of the world, I will make a few adjustments and then move on. Today I was supposed to do intervals, my running nemesis. So, in order to entice my butt off the couch, I am simply going to do an easy run. I don’t know how long I’ll go. I don’t know how long I’ll be on the treadmill. But I feel that it’s a good compromise. If I stick too closely to my sassy guns, I might be watching Oprah’s entire Farewell Season and start to grow moss.