Since we last spoke, I graduated from college, found a (temp) job--temp to hire!--and have done little else with my life. In college I had all of these grandiose ideas of how life would be post-graduation: I'd have a nonexistent but roach-free apartment in Williamsburg with two cool, foreign roommates, with whom I would spend almost no time because I'd be busy impressing magazine editor's at my job as an editor's assistant and spend my nights living it up in Manhattan. Television and optimistic professors can really mislead people.
This is not to scoff at my current situation--one that I won't divulge too deep into or else it'll sound like self-pitying. I'm currently doing alright considering the job market. But devotion to a desk job certainly isn't fulfilling, so I've been training to run a 5k (Note: training in the case means since last Tuesday, when I decided to run this thing, I've jogged three times. Here, here for progress!) My hope is that I won't be running it alone; I "recruited" my boyfriend who used to run cross country (but now intently sits on his couch) to join me, but his progress is even less impressive than mine (0 times since Tuesday).
I'll let you know how the training goes. I'm off to the gym!
