Chronoimpaired

I'm beginning to wonder why God didn't create 36 hour days.  Everything seems to be flying around me at warp speed while I'm tripping over the first stumbling block.  Stepping into a new city, at a new school, with a new schedule is a little more overwhelming than I thought it would be. (Moi? Underestimating my responsibilities? I know, completely uncharacteristic!)  And even though it's the end of week three, I still don't have a routine and the school continues changing things up.  

I'm hoping that this next week will truly set the stage for the next couple of years.  We are finally getting to go to the hospital and we are also having our first set of tests.  I'm trying not to freak out too much so that I can do what I can to plan and study ahead while still keeping an ounce of sanity.  But seriously, if God had created a 36 hour day I could be super-student and get 12 hours of sleep. Oh yeah, and run... 

Speaking of running, since that's what the blog is supposed to be about. I did run yesterday.  I think it was 5 miles but I'm not sure.  A whole bona-fide-city and I can't seem to find a single place marked for runners.  Yes I'm about to have a mini-bf.  I went to the White Rock Lake Park couldn't find road marks, a map, nothing.  And this is supposed to be a running park!! I ended up just running for 70 mins because I didn't know where I was going or how far.  I guess it was only next to miserable.  Good news: I passed a few people walking and felt far superior (and slightly skinnier).  

Sorry it's not much of an update, somethings better than nothing though, right?