I must be crazy. Seriously bat guava crazy to physically stress my body with over 3 mile runs for 45 minutes just to deal with the stress of my life. I understand the paradox. Really, I do. Hell, I teach the concept to help people achieve recovery from addiction. But to put myself through what I do every two to three days?
My alarm went off at its usual time this morning and I knew instantly that I couldn’t make it to work. It wasn’t that I was seriously in pain, or that I had a major cold, or some such thing. I was just exhausted. I didn’t even bother getting up. I laid in bed and slept for a few more hours before I crawled out of bed, made my way downstairs, and managed to send off an email quick, then went back upstairs and slept until 11:30.
I then lounged about doing simple stuff……
Well, actually I was a slug watching movies.
I finally did get around to watching today’s online lecture for my class, which was just a continuation of chapter 3.
Anyway, I thought I’d drop a post before I go to bed.
Or more appropriately – after shower/after run post. I’m feeling clean and refreshed. I was afraid my run would tire me out. So, that’s good. Anyway, I’m getting ready to finish the last 3rd of the 3rd chapter of my textbook.
The decision is do I do it here or do I go to a coffee shop. Sometimes studying from home is problematic. Mostly because I am easily distracted by chores. Today, though, chores were a nice break between various study activities. Still, I sometimes just need to get out of the house.
I’m trying to wake up. I need to get going on my school work. I’ve Friday’s lecture to watch, as well as the Chapter 3 quiz to take (which was recommended for completion by Friday). Yeah, I’m stalling.
And there’s the planned run for today, which might not happen unless the drizzle outside clears up.
Oh, and I’m still working on finishing my morning coffee.
Update: I won’t be watching any lecture or doing any quizzes until after 9:00 AM due to scheduled maintenance on the Moodle site. I guess that means I’ll be reading my textbook.
Okay, I managed to get enough money together to pay my school tuition in full and have been reinstated into the online Intro to Psych 1001 class. It puts the kibosh on certain other plans, but getting my schooling going is the priority. On top of that, my online instructor is allowing me to get my missing online discussion assignment turned in as soon as I can. It was due on Wednesday. That’s a relief.
So, once again the plan is to buckle down this weekend.
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