Sassafrazzled

rambling rambler

I really have nothing of substance to report.

On Saturday we went on a hike, along the South Downs Way and stayed the night in a hippie commune. I have a new found appeciation for sheep. They are cute and you can walk through a giant flock of them without being attacked. Who knew? Growing up, we didn't see many sheep in Scarborough. I just assumed that if you came across a gang of them that they would flash a knife and ask for your money. It was a really pretty walk, with lots of rolling hills, and such. But now I can hardly stand up because my legs are so sore. I really need to start exercising again. I haven't done anything really physical since April 27, which was the day before my surgery. I had told myself that I would continue to run and workout during my treatment, but I quickly realized that just wasn't going to happen. But now it's time. Seriously time.

I had a job interview this morning and it seemed to go pretty well, I guess. Everything except that I had to make a 5 minute presentation on how to search for clinical trials about asthma on Medline, and I pretty much bombed it. And afterwards I realized that I hadn't cut the price tag off of my new boring grey pants, so they were all probably laughing at me anyway - "ha ha, she paid 30 quid for those ugly things and she's how big???" - which in response I would say - "they were the first pair I tried on because Topshop on Oxford street on a rainy day is hell on earth and don't blame me, blame the beer". But I'm exercising again. soon. But I won't give up peanut butter.

posted by Stephanie @ 12:04 p.m.