I no longer remember what day it is…

I mean in relation to my whole Easter fast situation. I have to confess, this year has not been my finest. The whole 6:30 a.m. thing fell through as soon as I left the UK. Something about being in Kenya just makes it impossible for me to go to bed on time and then get up early the next day. In addition, I’ve also found it impossible to find time to do the Sunday long run. I haven’t been to Mass regularly in a couple of weeks, and by the time I left Kenya I was just emotionally and physically crushed.

But then last week I went to confession and I feel fantastic. More in control. I desperately need to get back to me. I’m not sure what has happened to me in the last two years but dang, I need to get back to me. That means, I’m putting the whole man thing on hold. Honestly, the whole thing is just too much work and not enough rewards. I came to Oxford with a lot of high expectations on the relationship front – I confess – but now that I’m staring at the tail end, I can drop all of that insanity and focus on the things that make me happy. Dance more. Sing more. Act a little. And just get back to me!

I’m tired – I had an epic Fartlek session in the gym today and I’m dehydrated and exhausted! (Fartlek is Swedish for speed play. You get on the treadmill and basically adjust the speed every couple of minutes. 2 min at 7 km/h, 2 at 8, then 9 then 10, then back to 2 minutes at 7, then 1 at 8, 9, 10 and 11, then back to 2 minutes at 7, then one minute at 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12, and finally 2 minutes at 7, one minute at 8, 9, 10, 11, 30 seconds at 12 and 30 seconds at 13 km/h. Finally 2 minutes at 7. WOW! Exhausting! Sweated like a pig and but I hope it increases my strength and tolerance with the running).

KT, invigorated but exhausted. 

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