At least its a Friday...
At least it's a friday. Last night I came home from work, went for a run, and came back to a voice mail message from my boss telling me that a candidate that I was supposed to interview was in the office waiting for me. Needless to say, I wasn't about to go back out to Midtown to tend to them, so my boss had to run the interview. Oh well. It was just something that I didn't need. So I settled down and wrote some more of this George Pullman paper that I have coming up. Hopefully I can throw it together in the next two weeks so that I have two weeks to really get it nice and polished up before I have to hand it into the professor.
So I've been trying to get a good idea of how good shape I have gotten in recently, so I decided that the best way for me to know how far I've slid from my previous levels as a college athlete was to time how fast I could run a mile. So two days ago I ran myself down to the track and ran a mile. When I was in my prime, I was able to haul my fat ass around the track at a 5:15 mile pace. Granted, that was once, but that was the crowing glory of my running days. So I figured that I was going to be somewhere waaaaay far off from that. Turns out the first day that I ran, I came in at 7:15. Not too shabby. The next day, I did the same thing and was able to cut it down to 6:45. I was rather impressed with myself, and well... I still am. So apparently I'm not in as bad shape as I thought that I was.
I have come to the realization that I should be writing my paper instead of blogging, so I'm going to go and do that.
