I’ve figured out what this feeling is. It’s the feeling I get during mile 25 of a marathon. I’m exhausted, really exhausted, and I don’t see how I can keep going, but somehow I just keep putting one foot in front of another. At under eight minutes per mile. I know that I’ve got to keep going until the end. There’s a big bag of Doritos waiting for me in less than two miles.
My thesis is due in nine days. As far as I’m concerned, it’s done and ready to hand in. Julie and Patrick have both read it and given me helpful feedback. I have formatted everything in accordance with the graduate school’s strict and somewhat antiquated guidelines. I’m just waiting for feedback from one of my advisors. I have this fantasy in which she writes “This is great! Don’t change a thing!” across the top and gives it back to me, but she’s not that kind of advisor. I picked someone who gives ten constructive comments for every piece of positive feedback. Hmm, just like me.
I’m working on my second cold in three weeks. The last one was a bruiser. I took my first sick days since starting work at the UO more than seven years ago. And of course I spent those days writing. This cold is not as bad yet, but I did sleep for five hours today after sleeping nine hours last night. Did I mention that I’m exhausted?
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
