It appears that my days are highly structured of late. I am more disciplined than I have been in years. Much of this has to do with how I spend my time. This point seems comical and a bit paradoxical for the fact that I maintain a blog. Further, not only do I maintain a blog, but I post on this blog roughly around three times per week. Though my life is a bit simple compared to others, it works for me. Much of my new found discipline centers around my training. And, I cannot draft this without saying, I am teaching the lightest load since joining the faculty here.
Here is how today and tomorrow looks. After receiving treatment for my Achilles tendon this morning, I guided my European History class through a discussion of structural realism and its impact on the Atlantic market. I will teach two more courses today, then complete a few letters of recommendations for colleges. Once I get home, I will head to the gym for an hour of aqua (pool) running, weights, stretching, and abs/core work. I will then spend a few hours in my study marking today’s US Government & Politics exam, before working some on my book chapter. I think I will have dinner between all of this.
Tomorrow will be interesting because once I repeat all of the above matters (from treatment to teaching classes), I will make an attempt at conducting my longest run in weeks. The goal is to conduct an 18 – 20 mile run after my last class. I will follow that run up with some massage therapy. I think I will reward myself with pizza and wine. You see, I have been married for 15 years and I am not close to having any children. Though I am “only” 35, I do not see children in the future . Life is just simple. I teach my classes. I draft a few papers and attend a few conferences. I hangout with the wife, dog, and cats. I train for races. Yes, things are pretty simple. Like most things in my life, I take my training very seriously; if I can police my injuries, I suspect I can be really good at competing.
I do hope to start back volunteering at the shelter. If not, maybe the food bank of Houston. Oh, I have not called home nor spoken to my parents in almost six months; I must call home.