There's been a lot more stress and a lot more fun and a lot less sleep than I anticipated this trip. Turns out that being single-handedly responsible for 16 students' education, well-being, and overall experiences can be kind of all-consuming. I'm not getting enough sleep. Combine all that with a fitness center that's only open for a few hours every evening, and that's leading me to not be able to run as often as I'd like. (Luckily they're all great students, so at least it's rewarding.)
More in a few days when I have my act together better.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"