Motivation...and Lack Thereof...

Losing steam already in the Quarter Marathon training. I signed up yesterday for a 5K on the Saturday after Thanksgiving to keep me going. Knowing I have to run 3.1 miles in a month and a half will keep me honest--I hope!

School is a whole other problem. I fell behind while sick 2 weeks ago and I am still not caught up. And the worst part is, I don't feel like catching up. I'm tired!!! All I want to do is take a nap or something. And when I do sit down to do homework, the kids constantly interrupt me. It's terribly frustrating.

That said, I know which classes I'll be taking next semester. Interesting schedule in that I will only have 1 night class; the rest are mid-day or evening. So I guess we'll see if being home at night will help any in completing homework assignments (though I've heard the kids have been terrible at bedtime this semester so that doesn't bode well!). I will be taking the following:

Monday/Wednesday 5PM-6:15PM ~ Elementary Discrete Mathematics
Monday 6:30PM-9PM ~ Social Anthropology
Tuesday/Thursday 11:15AM-12:30PM ~ Intro to Literary Studies
Tuesday/Thursday 2PM-3:15PM ~ Advanced Study English: Gothic & Romantic Literature

What's funny about the English classes is that last year, Intro to Literary Studies was added as a requirement for the English degree, and I'll be taking it after already completing 6 upper-level English courses. Add to that the Advanced Study from the other end of the spectrum and it's slightly comical.

Not looking forward to the math course. I have not taken math since junior year of high school--this may not go well. But I need another quantitative course so there it is.

Luckily, my youngest brother will be watching the kids while I'm at school. He's not the most responsible person but we know him, the kids love him, and he's even refusing payment. :)

After the spring semester, that leaves me with 2 Literary courses from before 1800, a European history, a Medieval/Ancient history, and a U.S. History survey course (this being a teaching requirement, not degree requirement). Rounded out with 3 electives and I'll be done for May 2011! Almost there!

Running...The Addiction

Going off the high of competing Sunday, I spent a lot of time on Monday glowing about the measly accomplishment of at least finishing. And then the plans became grandiose. I sought out events at active.com as goals for the future...and found a biggie.

On April 3, 2010, I will be running the Greater Hartford Quarter Marathon. This is a 6.55-mile course of ups and downs around the reservoirs in West Hartford, CT. I've ridden my bike on the part of these trails before and there are quite a few hills. I also am only up to running 1.72 miles consecutively right now, so I have some training to do. But when I consulted with friends who run, all felt this is an attainable goal. So I did it! I registered!

On to the training!!!

At Least I Got Out Of Bed...

With a cold that started at the end of the week and a lack of training between the cold that hit in late August and a lack of time once school resumed, I really was not ready to run the Bristol Mum-a-Thon 2-mile race yesterday. I contemplated staying in bed where it was nice and warm (versus getting up, with no heat in the house, to get dressed and face the 34ish degree temps outside). In the end, a combination of guilt from watching the Hartford Marathon the previous day and determination to not let this all get me down won. I got out of bed and went to the race, knowing I would not do well.

My sister-in-law joined me. It helped that she didn't really train for the race either--in fact, she is not a runner and hates exercise! We weren't able to train together because she lives 45 minutes away but I'm glad she did the race with me!

Here's right before the start (Brian and the kids are off to the right):


Going up that first stretch of about 1/2 downhill and 1/2 uphill (my sister-in-law and I are in the middle of the photo-I'm in hot pink and black):


Coming in to the finish line:






Final results:
112/122~(23/23 in my age division)~26:18~13:09 pace

Not great...but at least I got out of bed!

This is the map of the course:


Photos are from: http://bristolct.net/slideshows/slideshow.asp?s=1&c=296&Year=2009

Life Happens The Way It's Supposed To

As you probably guessed, the nonsense of last month has blown over. I am very grateful for my personal voice of reason reaching out across the country to gift me some perspective on the situation--THANK YOU!!! Once I stepped back and let it go, it didn't seem quite as bad. And now, it's no longer the news of the week. Thank goodness.

Stepping back is hard to do though. Not only from that but the bigger picture. This semester includes, yet again, a selection of books that include infidelity as a key part of the action. Nothing like having to read about it over and over again and then being required to discuss a topic on which you know too much and would rather not discuss. And yet, I find that when this topic comes up time and time again in class and these young girls justify the infidelity found in these so-called works of literature that my blood begins to boil and I feel like they are so ignorant of reality, that they don't really know what they are saying, but if they truly believe it...then I hope they're never in for that rude awakening.

And yet, it's a part of the fabric of my life. I'm pretty matter of fact about it when I choose to share the situation, not because I want to make B feel bad or punish him, but rather because it was and continues to be a huge learning experience in my life. Just as my miscarriage shaped the person I am today, so has this. With the bad came some very good. And to dismiss the situation as never happening, to ignore it entirely, is to lose the lesson. Even though I don't want to go out and discuss it (most of the time--sometimes I get these weird philosophical musings on the topic in general, but that usually freaks people out and they clam up) I think it's wrong for people to pretend it doesn't exist. And it's wrong for a betrayed partner to feel ashamed of the situation. Those who are uninitiated are quick to arrive at an opinion of blaming entirely either the wayward partner (being s/he is a philandering jerk) or the betrayed partner (that s/he was too cold, didn't love enough, didn't do enough and so s/he deserved it). But it's never that cut and dry. Two people are involved in the relationship and both are responsible for their half of the duo--and infidelity is never a valid response to the situation. Never. One person stated last night that our book, The Good Soldier, is "messy." That's probably the best way to describe a situation involving infidelity. It is messy. It's difficult to untangle, especially if the wayward isn't remorseful or looking to work the situation out.

But it happens the way it's supposed to. And that's okay because in the end, it's all what you make of it. This does not define the person. It's what s/he does with it that matters...

Everyday Stress

How is it kids know exactly how to push your buttons? Today Mags peed her pants yet again while playing outside with the kids upstairs. While I had her in the bathroom stripping her down, the kid upstairs opened the door and let Ethan in, almost letting Becky out. I shooed Ethan back out and told the boy that Mags was busy. Well, I'm a little behind on laundry right now so I had to go down to the basement to do some after this incident. Mags was in undies only and I told her she had to stay in. I return upstairs to find her outside on the porch. I wrangle her in and the next thing I know, the mom upstairs is at the door with my dog, and Ethan is out by the road. All hell has broken loose. I get the dog and kiddo inside...fold laundry and dare to use the bathroom. While I'm in the bathroom, Ethan takes the pen I was using for homework notes and writes all over my laptop monitor. GRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

I'm physically and mentally exhausted right now. I cannot believe how much tension there is in my neck, shoulders, and back. And all I want to do is go to sleep. I'm surprised the neighbor didn't call the authorities on me after today's adventures, especially since I lost my cool and yelled a bit, too. She's into attachment parenting so we don't mesh all that well these days (I believe her kids still sleep in her bed at 4 and 2 years old, for example). SIGH. And I have to get homework done because tomorrow I will miss out on a few hours of homework time to see the doctor about an ongoing female health issue I've been having.

Is it Saturday yet? I need a break.

I'm A Rock Star

Last night my mom had a party for my sister's 28th birthday. Big turkey dinner, excellent cake, followed by Rock Band--Beatles and regular versions. It's dorky but I had a good time. Drank a couple beers, tried a new drink with some really old whiskey that tasted like butt (my dad has had it since he got married 33 years ago and it was a 10-year-old whiskey at the time--it did not age well), played the drums, and sang. Good decompression.

I think some of the forum issues have been cleared up. A few of my friends stepped forward and tried to clarify their behavior/what was going on. I'm still not entirely sure who to trust but at least the lines of communication are open. In retrospect, I likely over-reacted to the situation because I was already feeling down. I apologized.

Today is beautiful but chilly. Waiting for Brian to get back from his bike ride so I can work on homework. Yay. Not so much. Ever read D.H. Lawrence's Women in Love? It's difficult to wade through yet quite interesting if you give it a chance. Some very relevant quotes for today. Also shows how passionate women can get about love and men--in good and bad ways. I have 135 pages more to read for tomorrow and that's just the first half! Another 250 pages for next week...

Further Thoughts on Last Night's Post

Tonight was American Studies (1830s)--as seminar course where you just never know what you'll come across. For some reason, we got on the topic of companionate marriage and how America was different from most of the world at the time because of this. Most places were still strongly attached to marriage for business-connections, bettering the family's class, increasing lands, etc. In America, however, they had this crazy idea of marrying because they actually *liked* the other person--imagine that!

Then it clicked! This crazy idea of choosing our partners because we want them (which is a practice that's only 200-250 years old by estimates) could be a big reason why so much of the world turns a blind eye to affairs or even polygamy. If you are from a history of connections that don't fulfill what you want other than power or money--certainly not someone who sets your passions afire and you want to spend your time with--then no wonder why this would be the norm and we would seem uptight over here for being upset about it. No wonder!

Yeah... it was a dumb leap and should have been more obvious, I know. But for some reason, I keep looking for a reason why this happens in general. The societal views and what makes it okay in some places and not in others. I can't help myself--people say something that is barely, remotely related to the topic and all the sudden I have an epiphany and want to discuss it. Something most people are not receptive to since it is such a hush-hush topic here.

I'm crazy.

I'm also feeling a bit defunkified. The forum shit is still going on. Realizing that some of these people I knew were not presenting themselves as they really are is disheartening. I've lost some people I thought were friends over this nonsense. But I guess they were never really friends in the first place--just shadows of what I hoped they would be and there's no point in chasing something that doesn't exist. Life as a hermit is so much easier.