c'est vrai.

It is true that you have to exercise for at least 30 mins, once every 48 hours, even if not to maintain your sanity, but to at least make sure your body stays in some decent form that one could possibly can term, shape. Even more so when your normal exercise routine usually encompasses: gym - monday, wednesdays and maybe thursdays, three hour climbing sessions at least two days in one week, yoga: at least once a week and long but fun walks when the weather permits. Your body suffers when this routine is thrown out of whack (made alot worse when your eating habits remain the same!). I am suffering from this now.

Running honestly never felt so good, but I have got the most number of love handles, the thickest thighs in 6 years and a slowly forming double chin that is out to get me with a vengence. poo. I am pudgy.

That said, it was one more paper down today and 2 more left. It's not a great deal of time left and i'm trying to put in my all. Just today though, it crossed my mind that perhaps, I really cannot wait to start working (and a subsequent conversation with my mom who tends sometimes, though I know not intentionally, be a damper to the spirit and my drive to fulfil my dream, reiterated this.) It's like all the hard work, over the few days and in periodic spurts over the course of the semester is over in a mere three hours. What decides your fate and whether you know your stuff or not, boils down to a grade you get in a three hour paper in which, you hardly have time to think in. I mean it's good coz' it trains us to work under pressure and time constraints. However, I can't hardly feel any sense of satisfaction at all. poo.

I think I might have messed up my paper.

But I am thankful that it's over, that I got to go running today and yes, finally one of my plans in concrete for the summer.

Ca C'est Bien