Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Its Steeple Season Ladies!

The alarm goes off at 7:45 am. There's really no reason I should have set it that early. Protein Crystallography doesn't start until 10. Why the hell is my alarm going off? I reach over to my cellphone and grumpily turn it off. "ugh, its so loud, what the hell?!" I think. I yawn and stretch, my arms against the wall, toes pointed. Suddenly there's pain. Stupid dehydrated calves. I can tell my legs are mad at me for not stretching after our 1K steeple workout yesterday on our hilariously shitty track. To punish me, they both decide to Charlie horse (if that can be a verb). Fuck, I guess I have to get out of bed now and walk this off. Damn calves.

So I get out of bed and begin the daily morning rituals: wash face, brush teeth, you know, the usual. I go my fantastic walk-in closet with the goal of getting dressed only to walk straight into a spider hanging on it's thread right in the middle of the door frame. Out of fright, I quickly inhale and the spider comes within 1 mm of going inside of my mouth. Oh God. The first spider of the year. I grab a shoe and smack the shit out of it only to instantly feel guilty. Poor spider, it didn't mean to scare the shit out of me or almost go in my mouth. It probably wouldn't have liked being in my mouth anyway, it just wanted to build a web in the corner of our closet. I guiltily walk over and open the blinds and instantly the guilt is gone to a beautiful sunny day.

That was my sad attempt to tell a story. You can tell why I am not a writer. The jist of the story is that I'm wearing the first skirt of 2008 today and the whole campus is excited for the first 50 degree day. There are lunchers on the quad, frisbee golf and coat-less students. Despite the Charlie horses and the curious spider, today turned out to be a good day... and it will be better because I get to run in shorts. This may not be a big deal to those of you in warm places, but to us here in Wisconsin, that's quite amazing.

Take care everyone. The track misses you all (and so does Scupper).
Hammer

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