Today was a really busy day. Work was crazy, I had a very long meeting, and then (hooray!) an appointment with a new chiropractor who I am hoping will fix all my back/life problems. You can read about the glorious Dr. Jimerson and how he is going to heal me here. Additionally, he happens to be very good looking, so I’m willing to give it some time to make sure I’m really healed.
You know. Just to be on the safe side.
So in the midst of my crazy day, I get an email from my boss, who is a PhD candidate. As if that isn’t impressive enough, he’s a PhD candidate in Civil Engineering. He is submitting his dissertation and would like to know if I can check his grammar before he sends it off.
Fact: There are few things in the world I love more than checking other people’s grammar. In fact, one of our clients is starting to accept proposals for some architecture/engineering work that will be done for their airport, and I helpfully suggested that I would screen the proposals and throw out all the ones with grammatical errors. They said they’d get back to me.
So anyway, my boss sends me his dissertation. It’s 163 pages long. It has math in it. And graphs. And lots of engineering words.
“No problem,” I think. “I don’t need to understand what he’s saying to know whether or not he is saying it correctly.”
Ok, so remember that commercial sometime in the 90s about “This is your brain on drugs?” Well friends, this is my brain on dissertation.
I read. I commented. I edited. And I assure you I understand no more about seismic modeling for bridge design now than I did before.
I also went running this evening with my new found running friend Tom. Tom lives a couple miles away and I used to see him running a lot, so I figured we should run together, and for the most part, this works out great. Except that Tom is about, oh, a million times faster than me. And as he pointed out, he takes one step for every two of mine, which seems unfair. Today we covered a little over 8 miles, part of which was on the dirt road by my house.
On our travels, we found a deer head and a deer leg. Skin still on. Antlers obviously cut out. Typical.
I like running with Tom. He tells me funny stories and I have to try really hard to keep up with him. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be lighting fast in no time. My back, however, doesn’t like running with Tom or anyone else. It doesn’t like running at all. If it had a face, it would look like this.
The run got better towards the end as my body loosened up. I hope my new doctor heals me quickly (but not too quickly).
In a tradition started by Ali on the Run, I’m going to try and remember to declare Thursdays “Thankful Things Thursday” and make a note of at least one thing I’m thankful for each week, just to keep things in perspective.
Today, I am thankful for my parents.
My parents really, really want me to be happy. They will do anything to make that happen. Admittedly, it’s been a really hard year for me, but they’ve been behind me 100%. I have always known I have great parents, but this year has truly made me realize how blessed I am. So thanks, Mom and Dad. I love you much more than I could possibly say.
Also, I am also really thankful for this commercial. Eleven years later, it still makes me laugh.
Hopefully I’ll get to posting some race reports this weekend. I know Lauren is really anxious to see them.