A totally unprofound and boring life update.
Well, I'd love to post on here to say that my life is just so exciting and busy that I have no time to spend dillydallying on the internet. However, life is pretty much as it always is, so that would be a filthy, filthy lie. The only things that have changed since I posted are: I have a tentative defense date for my research, I bought concert tickets, how much I've been lifting/notrunning, and how awesome I find Andrew. Also, I have my tax refund back (YAY PAYING BILLS!) and I'm so anxious to start my summer job that I dream about it.
Research:
I met with my advisor the other day and we discussed the scope and content of my "nonthesis research paper", which was immensely helpful. I need to get off of my butt and actually finish my statistics, but other than that, things are looking alright. I'm working on my second draft of my methods section and finishing up the first draft of my intro section. I have a study date with a friend today, and I'm hoping to knock out more of my writing. Our study date is right by the mall, though, so I might just end up with a bunch of new crap instead.
Concert:
Andrew's birthday is coming up (Tuesday!) and I'm not-surprising him with tickets to see A Day to Remember and Rise Against on May 4. He really got me liking both bands, and they quickly became favorites. ADTR was my music of choice while I was in Madagascar this summer and when I got back some songs ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8h3NQTnnFt8
"> this one in particular ) showed I'd listened to them hundreds of times in a two month period. I like their calmer stuff, I like their screaming stuff, I am just excited for this concert. I never get to go to concerts!
I work out:
I few weeks ago, I said I didn't think I could get addicted to lifting like I can with running, and really didn't look forward to starting to lift. Now I enjoy it just as much as running. I like running more for "tune out and forget about everything else", but there's something awesome about being able to lift heavy things. I mean, heavy for me. I'm hoping someday I'll be able to carry in all of the grocery bags at once, so "heavy" is a subjective term. I've gotten to the point where I have to wear lifting gloves, but it's okay because they're pink and make me feel like a pokemon trainer.
Current lifts: Bench: 45 (having trouble with this) front squat: 70 (no rack for regular squats, limited by what I can power clean), and deadlift: 150. Considering I'm 133 pounds, I'm happy with this so far.
Running: The handy knee specialist came to the student health center and immediately proclaimed my unidentifiable knee injury is in fact, strained hamstring and calf muscles. I need to start physical therapy on Tuesday, which I'm dreading in part because PT sucks, in part because all of the student athletes in there are intimidating, and in part because it's $15 a visit, which could be buying me a lot of ramen. I did 18 miles of cardio this past week, and bad me, 6.5 of those miles were running because I can't seem to make myself stop. I do alright if I run at a slower pace (below 6.0 mph) and use a heating pad before and after each run. I'm missing my 35 mpw weeks, though.
Weight/fat/muscle: I suck at measuring myself but not much change in my measurements except my body fat percentage went down a lil bit (22.18). I don't really care if I lose more weight at this point, but I do want to lose fat and gain muscle. My abs are really, really solid under the fat, and I can do six pull-ups in a row! I'm focusing more on strength and results than pounds lost.
Andrew:
This guy is seriously awesome. Not only does he put up with me every day without ever being less-than-pleasant, he is also working his butt off at a crappy job until we leave Indiana. There's something about getting off work at 5am and being too exhausted to do more than just sit on the couch that seems soul-sucking, and I hate that he has to do it. We didn't want to celebrate Valentine's day because his birthday is on Tuesday, and then shortly after that is our anniversary. The anniversary for which he's gotten me a surprise present. Why can't time hurry up?? Anyway, Andrew makes me feel safe and comfortable and pretty and happy, AND he does chores without being asked sometimes. What more could a girl want? We went out to eat last night and came home and just watched TV together and it was still one of the best nights of my life. If only he'd gotten me a better cat than Maki...A less annoying cat, and maybe one that would have stayed a kitten. Whatever.
Research:
I met with my advisor the other day and we discussed the scope and content of my "nonthesis research paper", which was immensely helpful. I need to get off of my butt and actually finish my statistics, but other than that, things are looking alright. I'm working on my second draft of my methods section and finishing up the first draft of my intro section. I have a study date with a friend today, and I'm hoping to knock out more of my writing. Our study date is right by the mall, though, so I might just end up with a bunch of new crap instead.
Concert:
Andrew's birthday is coming up (Tuesday!) and I'm not-surprising him with tickets to see A Day to Remember and Rise Against on May 4. He really got me liking both bands, and they quickly became favorites. ADTR was my music of choice while I was in Madagascar this summer and when I got back some songs ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8h3NQTnnFt8
"> this one in particular ) showed I'd listened to them hundreds of times in a two month period. I like their calmer stuff, I like their screaming stuff, I am just excited for this concert. I never get to go to concerts!
I work out:
I few weeks ago, I said I didn't think I could get addicted to lifting like I can with running, and really didn't look forward to starting to lift. Now I enjoy it just as much as running. I like running more for "tune out and forget about everything else", but there's something awesome about being able to lift heavy things. I mean, heavy for me. I'm hoping someday I'll be able to carry in all of the grocery bags at once, so "heavy" is a subjective term. I've gotten to the point where I have to wear lifting gloves, but it's okay because they're pink and make me feel like a pokemon trainer.
Current lifts: Bench: 45 (having trouble with this) front squat: 70 (no rack for regular squats, limited by what I can power clean), and deadlift: 150. Considering I'm 133 pounds, I'm happy with this so far.
Running: The handy knee specialist came to the student health center and immediately proclaimed my unidentifiable knee injury is in fact, strained hamstring and calf muscles. I need to start physical therapy on Tuesday, which I'm dreading in part because PT sucks, in part because all of the student athletes in there are intimidating, and in part because it's $15 a visit, which could be buying me a lot of ramen. I did 18 miles of cardio this past week, and bad me, 6.5 of those miles were running because I can't seem to make myself stop. I do alright if I run at a slower pace (below 6.0 mph) and use a heating pad before and after each run. I'm missing my 35 mpw weeks, though.
Weight/fat/muscle: I suck at measuring myself but not much change in my measurements except my body fat percentage went down a lil bit (22.18). I don't really care if I lose more weight at this point, but I do want to lose fat and gain muscle. My abs are really, really solid under the fat, and I can do six pull-ups in a row! I'm focusing more on strength and results than pounds lost.
Andrew:
This guy is seriously awesome. Not only does he put up with me every day without ever being less-than-pleasant, he is also working his butt off at a crappy job until we leave Indiana. There's something about getting off work at 5am and being too exhausted to do more than just sit on the couch that seems soul-sucking, and I hate that he has to do it. We didn't want to celebrate Valentine's day because his birthday is on Tuesday, and then shortly after that is our anniversary. The anniversary for which he's gotten me a surprise present. Why can't time hurry up?? Anyway, Andrew makes me feel safe and comfortable and pretty and happy, AND he does chores without being asked sometimes. What more could a girl want? We went out to eat last night and came home and just watched TV together and it was still one of the best nights of my life. If only he'd gotten me a better cat than Maki...A less annoying cat, and maybe one that would have stayed a kitten. Whatever.