It was even harder to leave this time because I won't see campus--and a lot of my friends-- again until January 2011. For some, I won't see them until I am SENIOR because they're studying abroad in the spring. Insanity.
This summer I'm doing something different. I'm so used to structure and scheduling with swim team, coaching, and interning. This time, I'm putting together a hodge podge of babysitting, giving swim lessons, training, reading, and volunteering. I may not be resume building, but its almost refreshing in its freedom.
I am partially spending my freedom relaxing with my parents, and my Dad is subjecting me to one of his ridiculous history channel shows. Most of these shows involve things like antique bicycles or car parts. But let me tell you, for all the weird television shows they choose, it's way nice to be parented again.
I'm also trying to get a jump on training this summer, and I've been really good about it so far. However, I've quickly realized that all this lush green shrubbery comes at a price: DEATH BY RUNNING. I also failed to wake up at a decent hour today, and so I can't get my workout in in the morning. I'll wait until it's NOT 85 degrees going on 90 before noon and won't pass out on the side of the road mid-jog. I also try to erg every day, in my nice and cool basement, but I'm not sure I could bring myself to do the entire day's workout on that thing. We're still working out our complex relationship.
One of the best parts of being home is reconnecting with old friends. Yes, cliche, but totally true. Last night we all got together for the first time for Cam's birthday. We went to Mi Rancho, which has the best enchiladas anywhere, and sat under their big tent outside laughing and talking and feeling like we never left. There's still the part of me deep down in my stomach that physically aches for Ithaca, but I guess that won't be going away any time soon.
But, coming up this weekend, the LAKE!
I'm also trying to get a jump on training this summer, and I've been really good about it so far. However, I've quickly realized that all this lush green shrubbery comes at a price: DEATH BY RUNNING. I also failed to wake up at a decent hour today, and so I can't get my workout in in the morning. I'll wait until it's NOT 85 degrees going on 90 before noon and won't pass out on the side of the road mid-jog. I also try to erg every day, in my nice and cool basement, but I'm not sure I could bring myself to do the entire day's workout on that thing. We're still working out our complex relationship.
One of the best parts of being home is reconnecting with old friends. Yes, cliche, but totally true. Last night we all got together for the first time for Cam's birthday. We went to Mi Rancho, which has the best enchiladas anywhere, and sat under their big tent outside laughing and talking and feeling like we never left. There's still the part of me deep down in my stomach that physically aches for Ithaca, but I guess that won't be going away any time soon.
But, coming up this weekend, the LAKE!
