I’ve been anxiety eating comfort foods all day.
Damn these MCATs…
Damn these MCATs…
MCAT scores in less than 3 hours. Ugh…
When Alan and I were at the gym the other day, something occurred to me. We had just recently seen “The Avengers,” and I had read somewhere that Chris Hemsworth had to gain like 20 lbs of muscle for his role as Thor. He had to work out like a bajillion hours a day for a gazillion hours a week.
“I could never do that,” I told Alan. “That’s just not me.”
But that’s when the thought hit me. Playing a role in a movie, that’s his job. Looking the part of the character, that’s also his job. He’s making millions of millions of dollars at his job. Someone is literally paying him to work out so that he will look like Thor.
At which point I happily determined that I too would work out that much if someone paid me to.
That probably makes me a bad fitblr. I don’t care. Still, though, I’m currently accepting donations in the “Pay Rachel to Work Out” fund.
05.15.12 @ 01:27 | 8 notes | Permalink | Comments |
I’ve said before on my main blog (I don’t know about here) that I consider the people who work in my hall to also be my coworkers. They’re not. They have different PIs, therefore different bosses. We get paid by different funds. But we work closely with each other and share lunch rooms and certain equipment…so they kind of are.
This new girl who works down the hall from me is an undergrad doing some summer research. She’s applying to med school in two years, so I can kind of get to be a “this is the process” mentor. I’m not by any means a shoe-in sort of candidate, but i still know what you need to do to be one.
Most importantly though, she’s a runner and a dietician major, so we can talk about that! She actually just told me to go sign up for the Color Me Rad 5K in August because she’s going to be running it too.
She’s super nice and loved my marathon running analogy for med school applications. I may actually have a friend at work now, which is really exciting!
But when i get excited, I talk too much, and sometimes I’m afraid I’ll scare people away and they won’t want to be friends with me. Like she had to actually say she was leaving to get back to work to shut me up about the marathon last week. I feel bad because it’s like I actually lack the ability to understand when people have had enough of listening to me talk. She didn’t seem displeased, just in a hurry.
Note to self, Rachel, you need to let other people talk sometimes too. Even if you are really excited that you have a friend to talk to about running now… And even if she keeps asking you about the MCATs and clinic hours and such. Sometimes, people just don’t want to hear your voice, ok? Ok.
But we grocery shop on Monday evenings, and the whole change, swim, shower, dry, change thing is just going to take too long. I would go after groceries, but the pools on campus aren’t open late enough for that.
Maybe if it’s not raining I’ll run instead.
Maybe if it is raining, I’ll be lazy and not do anything. Or maybe I’ll pack a bag and go to the gym. Only time will tell.
I wanted to post these earlier, but I got really busy. So instead, I’ll just do a major update about my whole weekend right now.
Friday night, after going to the Greek Festival, I got kind of stir crazy, so even though it was after midnight, Alan and I got dressed and walked to my favorite place in Oakland, the Mary Schenley Memorial Fountain. I’m actually really going to miss being able to walk there when we move in August.
Saturday evening, we got Pizza and went to see the Avengers! BEST MOVIE EVER!!! Joss Whedon is still my master. Epic. I’m kind of obsessed now. Kind of is probably an understatement.
Today, Alan and I went to the gym. I had a great time; he didn’t nearly as much. He did the same workout I did, but ended up over-exerting himself and feeling sick. It’s been a LONG time since he’s come to the gym. I guess neither of us really expected the change in fitness levels we both experienced over the last several months.
Greek Festival Dinner!!
Pastitsio, Souzoukakia, Spanakopita, Tiropeta.
Not pictured, but purchased and waiting to be nommed: Baklava, Diples, and Galatoboureko.
I love Greek food. I love food festivals. I love food. Obviously…
Could. Definitely COULD. Not anymore. Not even close. At the gym the other day I did 35 lbs on the bench machine. I struggled.
In high school, I swam butterfly when I was on the swim team. I was one of two girls at my school who could competitively swim that stroke. It’s a really arm intensive stroke, and at the time, I was really focused on doing well on the team.
MWF mornings (5:30am, ugh!) we had swim team lifting in the school gym. Then I had two gym classes, one normal phys ed, and one strength and fitness where I just lifted every day for another hour. Then every day after school we had two hour swim practices, where a bulk of my training focused on swimming and perfecting my butterfly stroke.
As a result, I had these massively hideous shoulders. Or at least at the time I thought they were hideous. I wanted to be all dainty and cute. But I had such epic muscle definition. You could see every muscle line in my upper arms, back, and shoulders. I kind of want it back.
Relatedly, you should see me try to swim fly now… I know what my body is supposed to do and how it should move through the water, but it just won’t. I used to swim 100 fly in about 1:08. Now I’m lucky if I can finish a 25 at all. It’s depressing, and I want that back too.
I figured I would make a list. 100 Fitblr-y Things I want to do before I die. Here’s my list (kind of in an order but not quite):
Actually, it’s really long, so you’ll have to click through.
05.10.12 @ 23:08 | 5 notes | Permalink | Comments |