Raspberry Muffin Bread

Today, using my Dad’s recipe for muffins, I made a loaf of bread and put raspberries in it. I think the word I’m now looking for is, um, success!

Also, I ran a half marathon a week ago. But I’ve been really struggling to write updates because I’ve been writing so many other things. So, I ran it in 1.38.29, which is about 7.31 minutes/mile, and that’s cool, because it beats my personal best by about ten minutes.

Less cool because the course in Edinburgh is super way extremely flat and fast, so I may never have a personal best again, except when I run in Edinburgh.

More cool again because I actually AM racing in Edinburgh again, on May 27, and you can support me by clicking here and donating to Oxfam. Yep, shameless pitch. But I promise this: I will try really hard to run even faster. I’m training and everything.

Other exciting fun facts: I am apparently good at efficiency and organization. I like to organize things. I find the execution of organized things less enjoyable. I also luck ducks. A lot.

I am reading The Glass Room by Simon Mawer right now. I have no idea where it’s going. I’m halfway through and I feel like everything that was going to happen has happened but there are 200 more pages. This is excellent cause for concern.

Glad I could share these incredibly important thoughts with all of you.

My Incredibly Mature Confession

Ok, so apparently being alone on a small island in Greece for two weeks can actually be a little lonely. It’s almost as if being able to communicate with people in person is important to mental health or something. Right.

However, I have an alternative reading of my feelings of loneliness. What is actually going on is that I am being pushed to manage my time wisely and do all of the things that I think I want to do in an efficient way and that happens to be vaguely challenging. I’m feeling lonely because I can’t blame other people for interference or my lack of focus.

And maybe this sounds a little strange, but I this thinking to be a good step. I hit the wall a little bit yesterday and the day before — feeling frustrated and letting myself engage unhealthier activities as a distraction from all of the healthy activities that are more challenging (playing solitaire on my phone and watching like four episodes of a TV show that really isn’t, um, quality). But now I have the opportunity to acknowledge these as tactics of delay, maybe even coping mechanisms for feeling overwhelmed by my own sets of goals, and I can put them aside and refocus — because I still have a little over a week to master nirvana. Right? Right.

Not that watching an episode of less-than-quality television on occasion is deeply destructive to humanity. But maybe compulsively watching four is less impressive.

So. It has been decided. I am getting up early tomorrow. Watch out, people. Super productive wild woman is making her entrance.

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“What’ll I Do”

My productive procrastination has yielded a discovery of epic and fierce proportions.

Lisa Hannigan was highlighted by NPR’s All Songs Considered this weekend. This song was not one of the ones they chatted about, but I found it and played it and bought it compulsively as a result of listening to the interview.