None of them were insignificant.
On Monday, I was still flying high from my first road race. On Wednesday, I got my first PhD rejection letter. Unfortunately, it was from the school I really wanted to attend. There are lots of things I could say to sugar-coat my disappointment. As anyone who has ever applied to a competitive program (grad OR undergrad) will tell you, it isn’t about the school YOU pick as much as it is the school that wants YOU. I have been working a full time job plus 1-2 teaching assistantships plus 1-2 research projects every single term for two years, and knowing that I didn’t get recommended for the school I’ve worked so hard with was a bitter pill to swallow. I can’t say there weren’t tears. But, within an hour of the news, despite my tummy still aching, I was moving on to plans B, C and D (yes, I have that many).
On Thursday, I had my regular 3-month visit with the endocrinologist. My TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone) levels are up, which is usually not good, but my thyroglobulin and antibodies are down, which is very good. This means I don’t need a full body scan with the thyrogen shot and the fasting and the whole nine yards – just an ultrasound. So my medicine got adjusted once more, and I go back (as always) in 3 months, and then schedule the ultrasound from there. Couple more years to remission.
Saturday was my first 5k since 2009, and I was originally supposed to run with a friend, but she was unable to race as planned. The race was my baseline for the season; I wanted to see how much faster I’ve gotten since my last 5k. The answer was – despite all the craziness of the week, the stomachache, last week’s tough times, and racing two weeks in a row – a LOT.
Previous 5k PR in 2009 - 31:47
Training 5k PR this year – 29:xx
Super-Lofty Goal Time: 25-28
Saturday’s Result – 28:34
|Don't get offended; I'm not promoting cigarette|
use. This pic was just funny.
File this under: you've come a long way, baby.
The accomplishment embodied the dichotomous spirit of the week: on one hand, it’s time to celebrate. On another, you can’t stop thinking what next?
One of my tri coaches says that making progress in the sport is like a tube of toothpaste. When you first buy the tube, you can squeeze anywhere and get something out. But, once you've been doing it for a while, you have to start rolling the tube up and squeezing it from the bottom just to get a little out.
And once you dig in, you get The Week in Song Lyrics.
(Like you didn't see that coming.)
The Week in Song Lyrics: Dig In (Lenny Kravitz)
It's time to face it
Come on in and join the party
Life has been waiting for you to care
Don't try to fake it, jump on in and get it started
There's so much lovin' for you to share
There is nowhere to run
There is no way to hide
Don't let it beat you
Say "Nice to meet you" and "Bye"
Once you dig in
You'll find it coming out the other side
And once you dig in
You'll find you'll have yourself a good time
Wake up and shake it
You didn't make your contribution
There ain't no time for you to spare
If you ain't part of the game
Then how can you find a solution?
Nobody said that it would be fair
When the mountain is high
Just look up to the sky
Ask God to teach you
Then persevere with a smile
And once you dig in . . .