Personal Blogs

This morning I ran half a marathon.  Indoors admittedly, but nonetheless, 21kms.  The stress of the course got to me, and it took all that time to settle my nerves.  I'm quite pleased with myself.  A few hours afterwards I was ravenous, and was in the perfect position of having made a truly spectacular stew last night (this is not aimed at you Sue as a cruel joke, it is pure coincidence I assure you!).  I certainly didn't have the energy to cook properly again at that point.  Our vegbox has been a little frustrating recently, giving us each week both normal and sweet potatoes.  Too much potato for my liking.  It seems to be stopping next week, and instead we appear to be getting free chillies, which I suppose makes up for their past potato misdemeanors. 

I've started to read Wolfram's book, referenced in my last post, and although it is clearly going to be an interesting read, I think he possibly made an error of judgement in not having it professionally edited.  It is disconcertingly conversational.  I shouldn't judge yet.  I should, of course, be reading my text books, and attempting to make links in preparation for the looming TMA and the even more terrifyingly imminent exam.  I am scared.  Yet I am still behaving in a somewhat alarmingly apathetic manner.  Am I really so arrogant as to believe that I can pass in so complex a subject matter without reading the text?  Surely not!  But there is certainly something holding me back.  Perhaps it is a fear of failure.  The text book is, at this moment, open on my lap.  If ever there was a moment to make a decision, now would be it.  Look away from the screen, and down to the book.  Now read.