I'm here, I'm here! I've been so busy with work that this blog has gone woefully neglected; it's not that nothing's been happening, it's just that a) it either happened at work and I don't want to get fired by writing about it, or b) I got home from work too late to write about it and barely had time to make dinner before collapsing into bed. Yes, it's a little life, the life of an articling student. I'll be spending this weekend in and out of the office, too. But I'm going to endeavour to keep this blog alive, even if I've lost everyone who bothered to look at it, since it's been so long since I've posted.
First off, though, a big HOLLA to my cousin Kathleen, who kicked some academic ass this semester in university. Way to go Kath, we're all so proud of you. Next stop, September graduation.
In my world:
- Went home for Easter; my family and I made the front page of the local paper for heckling at the local Easter parade. We were heckling in fuzzy bunny ears, which is possibly the most ridiculous (and therefore hilarious) part of the whole thing.
- Ran the Sun Run 10K in 76:22. Two years ago I walked my first 10K in approximately 90 minutes, and ran maybe a kilometre out of the whole thing before I was gasping for air. While I didn't improve greatly on my time this year, I ran the whole. darn. thing. I was a pretty smiley kid when I hobbled across the finish line. If I didn't have what I suspect is a sprain or bone injury to my ankle as a result of aforementioned Sun Run, I could have run the Times Colonist 10K this weekend in Victoria, just on the leftover adrenaline from completing the Sun Run. It was a great feeling.
- I've been training for this years' dragonboat season with the OARDeal team. Last week was the first Saturday we weren't out in False Creek paddling in the rain. Hooray for Spring in Vancouver.
- My dad won a sweet-ass 60GB IPod Video. Despite not having a computer on which he can USE the damn thing, he still refuses to give it up to me to replace my now obsolete Mini, which we affectionately refer to as DinoPod.
I'm now reading There is a Season by Patrick Lane, and trying as I read to remember all the horror stories friends of mine in the writing program at UVIC used to tell about him back in the day. I'm reading it because it was the winner of this year's "One Book, One Vancouver" contest. This is significant because it's the first time I've admitted that, yes, I'm a Vancouverite...although I doubt that if the book wasn't set at home, in Victoria, that I'd be reading it. Oh well, baby steps. I may have left the nest physically but it's taking more time to let go emotionally...
First off, though, a big HOLLA to my cousin Kathleen, who kicked some academic ass this semester in university. Way to go Kath, we're all so proud of you. Next stop, September graduation.
In my world:
- Went home for Easter; my family and I made the front page of the local paper for heckling at the local Easter parade. We were heckling in fuzzy bunny ears, which is possibly the most ridiculous (and therefore hilarious) part of the whole thing.
- Ran the Sun Run 10K in 76:22. Two years ago I walked my first 10K in approximately 90 minutes, and ran maybe a kilometre out of the whole thing before I was gasping for air. While I didn't improve greatly on my time this year, I ran the whole. darn. thing. I was a pretty smiley kid when I hobbled across the finish line. If I didn't have what I suspect is a sprain or bone injury to my ankle as a result of aforementioned Sun Run, I could have run the Times Colonist 10K this weekend in Victoria, just on the leftover adrenaline from completing the Sun Run. It was a great feeling.
- I've been training for this years' dragonboat season with the OARDeal team. Last week was the first Saturday we weren't out in False Creek paddling in the rain. Hooray for Spring in Vancouver.
- My dad won a sweet-ass 60GB IPod Video. Despite not having a computer on which he can USE the damn thing, he still refuses to give it up to me to replace my now obsolete Mini, which we affectionately refer to as DinoPod.
I'm now reading There is a Season by Patrick Lane, and trying as I read to remember all the horror stories friends of mine in the writing program at UVIC used to tell about him back in the day. I'm reading it because it was the winner of this year's "One Book, One Vancouver" contest. This is significant because it's the first time I've admitted that, yes, I'm a Vancouverite...although I doubt that if the book wasn't set at home, in Victoria, that I'd be reading it. Oh well, baby steps. I may have left the nest physically but it's taking more time to let go emotionally...