Foot is still booted. But I have not yet driven off the sanity cliff.
I have gone swimming a few times now, and it is sort of growing on me. It's such a a different sensation from any other kind of exercise. Like, you're practically floating, totally weightless, with this surreal sensory deprivation. It never feels like you're working that hard, but you get back to the wall and are somehow winded. Strange. Part of the breathlessness is probably that I have terrible form and definitely don't use the correct breathing technique (my current breathing technique is to NOT DIE), but oh well. Sue me, I have a broken foot.
So yes, I will admit, there are other types of exercise besides running, and I can survive without running for the foreseeable future. But I have to say, swimming is so fucking BORING. I can't even really let my mind wander in the pool because I'm so busy keeping track of how many laps I've done. Plus since I suck, I have to stop periodically to catch my breath and give my limbs a break from flailing about, and thus cannot get into any sort of rhythm. You guys feel me?
I saw Spy the other day. It was pretty funny, if surprisingly violent.
Ugh I swear it has been raining for days, and isn't supposed to stop anytime soon. Do you guys know how obnoxious it is to hobble around in a boot in the rain? Well let me tell you, IT IS REALLY FRIGGIN OBNOXIOUS. Actually it is pretty obnoxious to hobble around under any circumstances in the boot, but the rain just adds insult to injury. I had a meeting with my advisor yesterday and he felt so bad about making me walk up to his office (on the third floor) that he came downstairs to meet me. J is also super jazzed about me getting started on my doctoral research, it's pretty cute; he sent me an e-mail about possible DISSERTATION topics the other day (and I don't even technically start the program for two months). I was like 'uhhh, I've been at the pool.' At least one of us is focused on the end game here.
I need book recommendations. Hit me, literary blog readers.