My fight with running continues

Of all 5 of you that read this, I know you may not care about my running habits, but it's my blog and I can write what I want.

I don't like running in the morning, and here is why:

1. I am not a morning person, so the already grumpy me gets even worse when I'm running 3 miles.

2. The damn sun tries to cook me.

3. If Lacey is not there to entertain me with stories, it is no fun.

4. If it's not a race, it's not fun either.

So, at least for the summer I have made an agreement to myself to be a nighttime runner.

And, just so you know, when I say "running", it's a jog for most people, but it's a run for me.

Also, I found out something yesterday when I watched this video:

I am never meant to do any races longer than a half marathon. My reaction when I watched this video was awful. I got nauseous, I got the cold sweats, and I really almost threw up at my desk. It was horrifying. I am usually pretty tough, but something inside me when I saw this video really freaked out. Maybe I was imagining how absolutely damaged these poor women's bodies were and how sick they must have felt for weeks after this. I don't know. What I do know is that I actually had to change shirts before class because I sweated so much. Ugh.

Me and Running

My relationship with running is weird. I hate/hate/love it. Mostly hate. But I still do it. But I am still slow.

I find it odd that I've been running very consistently for a year and a half, and I still find 3 miles challenging. But in my history of half marathon training I find that at on the longer runs, my perception of them is that they were not too bad. But even then, my 3 mile runs hurt. Why is that? Why do short runs hurt? So frustrating.

And if someone can tell me how to get faster and how to make it not hurt, that would be great.

The heat here...

I don't know if you guys know this, but I actually moved to the deep south, not New England.

Oh, wait, no I didn't. It's just so freakin humid here that I thought I was in Alabama for a second.

Yesterday after class, I left the air conditioned building and couldn't see out of my sunglasses because they got so fogged up. And sometimes, condensation builds up on the screen of my phone. It's really ridiculous.

My apartment does not have AC, but I am too stubborn to go buy a window unit. Weather.com tells me every day that the August temperature averages are in the "reasonable" range. Reasonable being low 80's. That makes my apartment pretty comfortable, actually. It probably said that about July too, but whatever. My electric bill is already $90 and I only have two standing fans an a ceiling fan. Can you imagine what running an AC unit would do to that bill? I don't even want to know.

Moral of the story: Don't come visit me in the summer. You will either melt or have to go to the hospital for dehydration.

The worst part of test day

Well, the second round of testing is done.

One test was in physics and one test was in pharmacology. Not so easy. I did surprisingly well on physics, considering the fact that I kind of thought I failed when I walked out of the room. It was a hard, hard test and everyone in the class looked traumatized afterwards. One girl even cried. Real tears. But I passed, and I plan on never thinking about that test day again. Pharmacology went well, I think. The tests are hard enough that you never know how you actually did until you get the grades. It kind of makes for a stressful wait to get your grade back. Every time they are walking around handing back tests a wave of silence and nausea washes over the room. And then it gets really loud because we all immediately start talking about the questions we missed all at once. It's probably actually really comical for the instructors!

The worst part about test day is not the actual test itself, it's the 2 hours after the test. Here's why: the test is only 1-1.5 hours, but class time is three hours. So, after you've used what feels like all of your brain cells to take your physics exam, then you come back inside the room and get two hours of lecture! This week, the Head of Anesthesiology at Bridgeport Hospital came and spoke Greek to us about the physics of pulse oximetry and monitoring. Then, Thursdays are even worse. We're burnt out from studying all week for the exams. We go through the pharmacology test and the ensuing torture lecture (this week it was in Chinese and it was about Inhaled Anesthetics for 2 hours), THEN we have to go to 2.5 hours of health care policy lecture! Can you imagine talking for 2.5 HOURS about health care policy? At the end of exam week?

It's rough. I feel bad for that instructor because we are usually drunk for that class.

A, A, A

You should all know that so far I am a straight A anesthesia student! Granted, I've only had one paper, and 1 set of tests, but I'm going to bask in this glory as long as I can!

I have another test week coming up next week, so I'm back to studying to the point where my brain might start coming out my ears, but it worked last time, so I'm going to do it again!

Wish me luck!