I have returned from vacation with two cases of wine, a nasty sunburn on my legs, and a renewed sense of hope for my current to-do list.
In reality, not all that much was accomplished was over the past five days. However, my roommate's invaluable advice to write a draft of my personal statement while tipsy helped me view the graduate school application as far more manageable. Even though I knew exactly what I wanted to say in the personal statement, I had a huge mental block about getting started. A huge mental block that can be permeated by wine. Turns out it's very easy to write 500 words about yourself. Who knew? So now all I have to do is edit the personal statement and resume, submit the application, and relearn algebra for the GREs. Okay, that last part may be a bit challenging... the test is in 2.5 weeks. It completely snuck up on me. But I have a couple of weekends of solid studying ahead of me, so I think I can manage.
Please don't ask about the running goal... I took a day off intentionally last week after a miserable calf-seizing episode, and this vacation threw me off for the rest of it. I'm starting to think I would be better off running a 10k for my first big event, and saving a half marathon for when I have more time to prepare and more experience. Is that a cop out? I really can't decide. On one hand, the whole point of doing the half marathon was so I would stick to an exercise routine, get in shape, have more energy, and accomplish something. Wouldn't a 10k serve the same purpose? On the other hand, I would be completely wimping out. And street cred is a very important thing on the mean streets of Squirrel Hill.