Hiatus apparently.

You know how they say that you really can't do it all? That something's gotta give? I suppose for me, it's my commitment to blogging that gets pushed aside. But here I am, sparing a few hurried minutes to update the masses. Or rather, the 2 peeps that read my ramblings.

I survived RPM training this past weekend. What an experience. My second Les Mills program...it still blows my mind if I stop and think about how drastically my life has changed in the past year. To summarize: I had an awesome time. I have lofty new goals to get where I want and need to be. The Race of Truth nearly killed me. Sitting on a bike all weekend makes for one very sore rear. And I owe my life to my 2:1:1 recovery drink.

It was nice to throw grad school to the wayside for the weekend, but now I'm back in it. Fully immersed. I managed to throw together my lit review before I left for the training. So now this week is devoted to my research paper for my public personnel management class. Let me tell you how excited I am about this paper.

That much. Zero.

Anyway, since I have the Heart of America competition in 5 days, I'll be hitting good ol' I-44 for the second weekend in a row. What does this mean? No sleep. Good golly, Miss Molly. I've already given up TV. That alone is killing me. I have a list a mile long of every episode I need to catch up on. It's awful. That is the only word for it. Awful.

If I live to see Thanksgiving, I will have this semester in the bag. For the love of turkey, please let me survive.