In the Home Stretch... and it Kind of Sucks

I remember when I was about 12, my family lived in Kansas. Our house had a giant, open basement which had a bad habit of getting RIDICULOUSLY messy in a matter of days. About once a month, mom would drag us downstairs and together we would organize and clean that monstrosity.

It would take forever.

There would always come a point where we literally only had to straighten-up before we were finished. But at this point it would seem like a totally insurmountable task. I would ask if we could take a break (translation: call it a day), but mom would make us push through. Cheerfully, she would say, "We're in the home stretch!"

I hated the home stretch.

There's about two weeks until my first half-marathon. Up until now, I have been a total beast about keeping up with my training. But today, I just cannot face my run. I'm totally in the home stretch. I've worked so hard and I'm totally ready for this race! The only problem is, if I want to stay ready, I have to keep working... and I've lost all of my motivation.

Any suggestions on how to beat this???

In the mean time...

Thoughts During a Slow Day at Work

So I've decided I'm a lot like Elizabeth Bennett.

I'm sure I'm the billionth woman to think this... but here me out.

I'm a cynic who avoids serious conversation and prefers to laugh at everyone and everything. I also think I'm a lot smarter than I actually am. I love traveling and hiking and don't mind walking distances that others insist on bumming rides for.

My closest roommate is in a serious relationship with a really great guy who is kind, but also kind of a goober. He makes her very happy, however, so I accept him.

I've dealt with several Mr. Collins's and one or two Mr. Wickham's, but for the most part I avoid being "crossed a little in love".

However, if I am a lot like Elizabeth, it's comforting to know that I will one day be whisked away by some tall, dark, and handsome man with loads of cash.