Well, it is--I do live like a nun these days, but that is OK if it nets me what I'm working for: most immediately, a passing score on my pre-clinical comp exam next month so I can start my internship and play with needles for real. What was that I was saying in my last post about feeling scattered and blah? Nothing like facilitative anxiety of a few deadlines to get things cranking. And as annoying as it is to literally have no day or night off from school, work, or studying, I'm really kind of enjoying getting to go back and re-learn all the stuff I supposedly have been cramming into my head for the last two and a half years. Some of it is still there--more than once in Internal Medicine a formula for a particular pattern has magically materialized from the ether. Other times, I'll swear I've never seen it before. Still, I'm definitely looking forward to finishing my classes in August and just having a year of internship and case studies. I don't know if I'm quite seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but at least I feel like I've rounded a corner and can see a faint, hazy glow at the end of the next bend in the trail.
All of which has inspired me to dream up an absurd adventure calendar for the coming year--if I get half of it in I'll die happy. I'm running Catalina (operative word this year is "running") next month, right in time to start the outrigger racing season in late March/early April. I'd like to do some paddleboard racing this year too, but I'm not sure how to solve the puzzle of no board and no place to store one even if I had one. But I'll keep working on it. My classmate Ali and I finally succeeded in corralling 3 other Yo Sanners into forming a Mud Run team for the June race in Camp Pendleton. We will be Team Running Piglets--it's funnier if you know Chinese medicine, otherwise I guess it's just kind of a weird name. Although it is the Year of the Pig...After that maybe a 4th of July trip out to Hamilton/9 Lakes, and then my Big One: the John Muir Trail, end to end. Maybe the 8000M challenge in September, possibly Bizz Johnson in October, definitely the Santa Barbara 39-mile race right after Thanksgiving. Then maybe I'll have time to finally go out and use the shiny new snowshoes I bought myself this Christmas. So many trails, so little time...
In the meantime, I'm the very intensely proud sister of a brilliant future lawyer and scholar--my brother, who has been working on his admissions projects since last summer and was desperately afraid no one would take him, is now racking up a pile of acceptances and having to sort out where he will be spending the next 3 years of his life. It's a problem he doesn't mind having, I'm sure.
The sky is blue, the sun is warm, the air is clear, the mountains are calling--I'm off!
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