What a difference a day makes. Yesterday I was a giant bag of smashed hammers. Today, not so much. Let me be clear – it’s not that today I was a huge ball of energy, but in comparison to yesterday I was a freaking supernova.
My day started at 5am because that’s when all the cool kids start working. And if that isn’t when all the cool kids start working, please don’t tell me. It’s probably best if I live in this fictional world that I’ve created. Regardless, I was up at 5 to prep my notes for today’s class. And by prep I mean throw together the Prezi presentation. I already knew what I was going to talk about – I just had to put it into some form of aesthetically pleasing presentation.
Then it was off to school to teach. After that, the rest of the day was all mine. And while it wasn’t my most productive day by far, it was still a great day. I managed to finally cross off an analysis from my list that I’ve been trying to cross off for some time. Beyond that, I read and commented on a Ph.D. proposal which will be defended on Monday. And in case I hadn’t mentioned it before, this proposal defence will represent the first ever Ph.D. qualifying exam where I’m not the one being grilled, but instead am playing the role of examiner. Of course, after the analysis and a thorough review of the proposal I was suffering from a mad case of the stupids. My brain had decided it had enough, so I opted to putter in the office until about 6pm. This worked in my favour because I took the time to organize files, clean up a few things, update my CV, and then make sure everything was set up and ready for my day tomorrow – which looks to be full and hopefully even more productive.
Once home it was time to jump on the treadmill. I wasn’t sure how the run was going to go given that I had opted to take yesterday as a rest day. While I knew I felt much better than yesterday, I knew that I was still tired. But, since my runs won’t run themselves, and since training is no friend to suck-baggery, and since I commented yesterday that I was going to return to embracing my exhaustion today, I jumped on the treadmill and just started running. The machine was set at 7 miles (11.27 km) per hour to start – as a warm up. I wasn’t sure how fast I was going to go today, but after several minutes something clicked. Within no time I had pumped up the pace to 8.1 miles (13.04 km) per hour. And there it stayed until my last mile – which clearly demanded more speed. So it was up to 9 miles (14.48 km) per hour. If only I could maintain that pace for the marathon!
The end result – and I have to check my data to verify this – I think I managed a new personal best 10 km. Specifically, I ran 10.06km in 48 minutes and 55 seconds. Not too shabby.
I guess resting yesterday was a good idea after all.