resting-points

When I was in high school our PE classes forced us to run a half a mile every day and a full mile once a week. Boy, how I wish someone made me run that much now. My feelings about exercise were quite different back then, though, and getting through that mile was just about my least favorite thing ever. Not being very athletic didn't help either-- after a couple of laps I was weezing up a storm and usually felt like quitting.

To keep myself from quitting I'd give myself little goals, little resting-points. I'd stare at the drinking fountain 150 feet away and grit my teeth, knowing that once I made it to the fountain I would allow myself to walk for a minute and catch my breath. This technique is not unique or original, I'm sure people everywhere use this kind of logic to get through all sorts of things.

I'm trying to use this logic to get through my finals. I've got four papers and a presentation due ON THE SAME DAY next week. I guess I can't complain too much; this is the only time in my entire college experience that all of my finals have been due on the same day. I'm trying to keep in mind that I need little resting-points while I crank out all these papers, and writing this blog entry is one of those rests.

I have a feeling that little rests won't do much for me, so I'm already thinking about what I'll reward myself with when I finally cross the finish line. I had to cancel a hair cut appointment this morning. I need a haircut desperately, but spending time on myself right now just seems ridiculous. So a haircut is one thing I'll reward myself with, and I'm thinking some shopping might follow. Afterall, I will need to look dashing for my graduation.

I ordered myself a big reward a few days ago. . . a pair of KnitPicks harmony interchangable needles! I think the timing will be perfect-- they won't even get here until I'm done with finals. That way right when I get them I can knit all day every day. That's really the resting-point I'm keeping my eye on; I can't wait to be able to wake up, go to my favorite cafe, and knit for hours straight.

My friends think I'm so weird.