Right, so how do I say this... I fell of the wagon!!! Well, the study wagon that is. Work has been productive but extremarily time consuming and since that actually keeps a roof over my head, food in my tummy and provides a little extra for tattoos, beer and general mischief, it is a good idea to keep it my main priority for now.
I have managed to stay on top of Organic Chemistry, I think more out of fear of not understanding the stuff than anything else. It's a pretty heavy subject this year. I have also developed a strategy for Introductory Biochemistry. Each section in every study unit has a number of questions which apparently, if I can answer I can pass. While a pass is what I need, I really want an A. This forms part of the type A personality I have developed over my working career. Before I started working I was like a type Z (is there a type Z? well, the laziest type there is).
To make my life even more hectic, because studying and working is truly not challenging enough, I have been roped into the Xterra Lite. Thankfully, I am just doing the 400m swim and the rest of our team will do the run and cycling. Considering I haven't swum, except recreationally, since 1999 (literally!) I figured I would have to locate a pool, preferably one that doesn't involve a monthly gym contract, and actually swim the distance. I managed to find the lovely public pool about 8kms from my house and I roped a friend into coming along. I could call it moral support but frankly, I needed her to make sure I didn't sink to the bottom (the 'lifeguard' was asleep when we got there so it was probably a good thing to bring someone more, um, awake).
Surprisingly, I managed to go the distance. That was 16 whole lengths of the pool! Considering the only exercise I've done recently is walking (quite briskly might I add) around the block every afternoon with my fiance (it is a big block, just over 4kms), I was pretty proud. A little less surprisingly, I was shattered, to put it mildly. The second I got out of the pool, my body was not happy with mi, nausea and pain was all I could remember. Bringing my lifegu... erm, moral support paid off. She got mi home and I think I even had to sit on the couch for some time to pull myself together. Granted I haven't been back to the pool since things got really busy and I fully intend on going tomorrow morning. I can hear you say 'yeah right' but I will go, I hate being ill-prepared, once again, one of the lovely qualities of being a borderline type A. After the swim, I will have to catch up with the rest of my subjects. I don't want to see myself 6 weeks from now complaining that I have too many assignments due and not enough knowledge to do them.
Once again, I foresee studying on the weekend... hmmm, maybe it's time to rethink my plan...
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