I prepare myself mentally for the big jump

It's V-day tomorrow (Varvet) and I have just eaten a truckload of pasta. I didn't even feel like chowing down on pasta though was v hungry. Such is the pre-race peer pressure my friends.
Anyroad, it is Friday night and I am larging it up in front of the computer, awaiting the return of the male half of this household (he's been away for a week - the flat has never been tidier). I'm glad this week has finally come to an end: what with his J-ness away and working 14 hour days because I am an idiot who can't say no, I think we can simply label this A Trying Time and move on swiftly to more enjoyable things. The half-marathon tomorrow sadly doesn't fit into that category, but I am determined to make it a non-downer. I have a couple of days in Stockholm to look forward to, and that includes seeing Wilco AND Flight of the Conchords. What more could a girl ask for?

Plus ca change et tout et tout

I think my body needs some exercise. It's trying to tell me something anyway, and it's telling me by making me feel stiff and crap after I stay put for too long. I cannot understand it: when I run, it is certainly not an exercise in mind over body or graceful form over decrepit body parts. When I exercise, I look deranged and in no way could anyone be fooled into thinking I'm doing my physical shell any good at all. My brain though, it seems to like the airing. It enjoys the opportunity to focus without interruption on podcasts or thoughts. It wants me to be out there pounding the pavement, shattering my bones.

Today has been a day of truths. I'm good at teaching people how to use the word thriving or legacy. I'm not so good at picking up the phone and getting things sorted. I want to be better and stop having the fear of failure balancing over my head. Failure is after all not so bad once you get up close and personal, and it certainly isn't a permanent state. It's just a shame that the thing I'm good at (teaching people) is not what I want to be doing on a full time basis. I think I do know what I want to be doing, but I have a more than sneaking suspicion that because of certain life decisions (hello living in Sweden!) that's not going to happen. Still, looking on the bright side, I'm not squandering my days looking at sitcoms. Oh.