This is pretty much just a personal pep-talk, but you're free to read it...

By the way, I'm still alive. For the last month, I have frequently thought about my long struggling blog and imagined my triumphant return post-board exams. Then, today I thought, screw it, I will return pre-board exams (they start tomorrow...), while my brain is still somewhat intact and not crushed by 300 multiple choice questions aimed at pulverizing any self-confidence I might have left after 4 years of education. The jokes on them though ("them" referring to the abstract concept of the exam that I assume is out to get me, as abstract concepts often are), because hidden under my pigtails and love of Fraggle Rock is the soul of a warrior.

The evidence? Two weeks ago, I ran 8 miles on the treadmill with a broken iPod. The boredom would kill a mortal, but not me. Last Sunday, I ran 10 miles then got home to find the elevator broken. Did I break down and cry? No, I took the stairs for all 13 flights and still could dance that night. The point is, I'm a lot stronger than I look or act or generally say, excepting this blog which is pretty much all about how strong I am, perhaps to help convince me that I have the energy to survive 4 days of testing, or maybe because I'm just so tired at this point that I can't spare the effort to hide my deep seeded narcissism. Anyways, the point is that while exams can take my social life and any spare glucose I might have had roaming around my body to fuel my poor tortured brain, they will never take my happiness.

I wish they hadn't taken any ability to write a vaguely interesting blog, but give me a week and I might be back after a long absence...or I'll keep thinking about how hilarious my constant attempts at keeping this alive.

Oh, and in other random running pride, I ran 76 miles in January. I think up until this summer, I hadn't run 76 miles in my life. Point is, my life rocks.