Ouch, and Productivity!

For once, this was not my fault. Or, at least, it wasn't due to being a klutz. Perhaps I'm getting better.

And the collective groan from the audience would be, "Oh, what did she break this time?"

Nothing, actually. But Pavlov conditioning led to a pulled glute. I think. Something in that region.

I went for a three-day vacation with Tony and some of the girls in his family over break. It was pretty sweet, but cold, as Duluth can be in January. Today, it was seventy degrees warmer than that vacation. Huge temperature shifts inside of a week can do things to you.

Or, maybe, it's just the feeling of the warm breeze, the extra moisture in the air from melting snow, the sight of melting snow, and that happy mixture of mud and grass that heralds spring. Whatever it was, it means beginning of track season.

I haven't run track since my senior year of high school. Apparently three years aren't enough to erase the desire for the new track surface, fresh shoes, athletic deodorant, slush kicked up into your shorts, and the jolt of stimulant from your inhaler. Or, maybe it's just the suffering, the straining, and the endorphins. Those are pretty cool, too.

My Tuesday afternoon class is at the other end of campus, and one of my friends offered to walk with me, as we hadn't had a chance to catch up and chat. It's about five minutes, or fifteen if you're playing with a racquetball and keep having to dash off on recon missions after the little blue thing. Friend and roommate (despite Lizzie moving down the hall, I still think of her as my roommate) have been going out running in the mornings. I am envious, but it's the variety of envy that says, "I'm happy not to be there."

Not happy to miss running - I want to get back into running, and bump up what I'm capable of for distance (and get back into what-shall-be-defined-as 'shape'). Rather, happy that my slender roommate, and my fall-season-athlete friend don't have to see me run.

But, I definitely want to run. And, okay, this was my fault, but I was doing some sprinting after the ball (recon had turned into a distance-throwing competition). And, on some dash or another, I pulled something. Rather painfully. And stretching didn't seem to help it any. Nor sitting through a three-hour afternoon class. I was getting all excited about being back with the gang for our Tuesday night study, and I am in too much pain to walk to my car (driving is also questionable, as it's the right side).

So now I'm both physically hurt and disappointed.

But, there is unrelated good news! Being financially strapped, I can only afford two of the six textbooks I need at present (until my next paycheck or two, anyway). But, my ethics teacher gave me a loaner until my next paycheck, Signscout gave me the text needed for a signing class he's already taken, and the girl across the hall is taking the same anatomy class that I am (different section, I believe), and let me borrow her book for the afternoon.

Girl-across-the-hall is not a case of 'borrow it whenever you need it', simply because, she's very rarely around. Not something I can count on for another five weeks, I think. I mean, it probably won't happen for another five weeks that we're both in the house with enough overlap for me to borrow her book. But, still, I can do my homework for two more classes now! So, I'm excited.