Last night I went to the first running club meeting of the Lincoln Park Pacers, the running group I just joined. I took the bus to the meeting area and actually found the place! Score. So I see this group of people come jogging in and start doing warm-ups. So I approach this girl and ask if this is the running club that meets there and she says yes and shows me the running exercises. Then this "coach" guy starts talking to everyone about sprint work and body mechanics and I start thinking...man this is WAY more intense than it sounded like online. Am I in the right place? Meanwhile, a smaller group is gathering nearby. So I ask the girl if this is the Lincoln Park Pacers and she says yes, but this is the more intense form of the group. So I told her bye and thanks and joined the group I meant to join. I had a really great run and found a few people that kept my pace pretty much exactly. It's so much more fun to jog with other people. It keeps you from taking a lot of unnecessary breaks. Then one of the people I was jogging with offered up two free Cubs tickets and I jumped on them because I've really been wanting to go to a game at Wrigley but didn't want to have to pay. Yay.
Today, I had my psychology of the child and adolescent class. The professor seems very cool and interesting. However, my brain hurts. I feel a bit out of the psychology loop at the moment since it's been two years since I did any discussion of theories, and 4 years since I discussed developmental theories. We read this brief article and discussed it and I decided I would need about 3 reads of that sucker before it really made sense. Talk about jargon! Thank God I at least have a psych background buried deep somewhere. The class seems very useful and interesting though.
I just have to get myself back in the swing of academia because the brain is like any other muscle. It has totally atrophied. It's like lifting weights after not lifting weights for two years. Your body says, "What the $^*( did you just do to me?" Owwwww. Such is my brain at the moment.
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