Warm Cuppa Tea

ImageMy brother and sister-in-law sent these mugs as an early Christmas present!  Perfect to get us in the Christmas mood, and to sip on my evening cup of tea. 

Perfect ending to a lovely day.


How Running is Getting Me Through Grad School

As you know, I’ve had my share of ups and downs when it comes to grad school.  When I began, I was not sure what I wanted to do, I just figured that I should get started toward a degree if that was an option (which it clearly was).  Over time, I kept going and kept working — sometimes painstakingly, but always working toward my goal. 

Running (and all forms of exercise, really) has helped me get this far in so many ways. 

1.  One Mile at a Time.  I tell myself to just do one mile.  I never commit to more than this at once, even if I have an overarching goal in the back of my mind (4 miles, 6 miles, etc.).  I tell myself at each mile marker that if I feel too tired, if I hurt, if I have side stitches — I can stop.  I can walk for 2 minutes if I need to.  I never have to keep going.  This means that if I’m running, it’s because I choose to run.  If my legs are moving, it’s because I’m making them move.  No one is compelling me, I am motivating myself.

I do the exact same thing with grad school.  There’s no need to push myself further than I can go.  I take it one day at a time, one hour at a time, one month at a time.  I look ahead to milestones (like “this semester” or “this publication”) and I commit to staying the course for only that amount of time.  This means that I always know I’m there, working my tail off because I chose to be.

2.  I Find a Mantra.  Brainwashing ourselves can be a huge benefit.  When I want to think about how my shins hurt, or how I just want to quit, I start repeating something to myself like “Right, left, right, left.”  Or “I can do hard things.”  Or “dig deep,” synchronizing the mantra with my stride. 

I do the same thing at work sometimes; I count off tubes as I pipet into them, “1, 2, 3, 4..” and I match a rhythm in my head. 

3.  Run Your Own Race.  This is huge to me.  If I try to match what the girl on the treadmill next to me is doing, I inevitably end up putting myself down.  To compare is to despair.  Comparison is always a trap and when I compare myself to others, I always lose.

Instead, focus on being kind to yourself.  Cheerlead for yourself.  You got out of bed this morning!  You are a champion!  Think back to a time when you couldn’t run a mile, and think about where you are now, you speedy little devil.

And for my degree program: it doesn’t matter how long it takes anyone else to do a project, or how many publications some other joker has.  What does matter is whether I am putting my best effort forward. 

The rewards of fitness are so much farther reaching than just physical health.  Exercise is all about our minds, our hearts, our beliefs, our self-perception, our self-image.  The healthiest version of me is the version where I am treating myself well, believing in myself and trusting myself. 

Exercise empowers me to do so much more than I ever dreamed possible. 


What does running help you do? 


Weekend Recap

1.  I got my very first StitchFix!!


I was pumped to open the box and see the clothes that had been hand-selected for me.  The gray-and-black striped hoodie is the only one I’m certain I’ll be keeping.  The other items were just not quite my style.

2.  Here’s my sweaty post-run face, for your enjoyment.  I’ve been doing 6 miles on Saturdays as my “long run.”  This is definitely long for me!!  It’s good to start my weekend with a big push, and then work in some foam rolling later in the day!  🙂



3.  The weekend included a bit of this as well:

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I’m feeling bogged down lately, to say the least.   On Friday afternoon, I met with my research advisor to discuss my progress in my degree program, and we outlined the work that remains, standing between me and a PhD.  I feel like it would be easier to accept it all if I were certain that a PhD will help me to accomplish my goals.  The more time that goes by, however, the less certain I actually am that a PhD-level chemistry job is for me.  The weekend also included plenty of talks with husband Mark , mom and MIL/FIL about my future and what my goals truly are.  I’m just praying and hoping for clarity above all.  I want to know for sure why I am headed down this road.  If I have something specific to work for and toward, I firmly believe that the work will be significantly more manageable!  For now, I’m just waiting and hoping for that clarity.


What did YOUR weekend hold?!