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April 27, 2006
CRUNCH TIME
It's crunch time. I cannot believe the amount of work that I have to get done by Monday, and once I survive that round, I have a more serious round to survive for Thursday. In other words, I should be investigating the strange body and career of Faulkner's Joe Christmas and the entire ensemble of Light in August (that's the paper for Monday), but it's 9:30PM and I am tired. That won't work as an excuse tomorrow, but I will let it slide tonight. I plan to wade away the remaining hours by reading trashy magazines instead of reading scholarly criticism.
I am somewhat apprehensive about my ability to crank out my paper for monday since I have a friend staying with me Saturday - Monday, and I am working a race Sunday morning from 6AM - noon. Fun stuff! Somehow, as my mom and those who know of my procrastination habits always remind me - it will all get done.
On the running front, today marked day 10! Maybe I cheated a little, but I was given a 10-14 day window. I decided to take my shoes for a spin, and I was amazed to discover that my quads are still a little shot. But at least I felt fairly fresh and reinvigorated. The next few days are spontaneously fun days. I can run or not run . . . I will let my body dictate my running schedule for the next few days.
I finally started to feel better this afternoon :-) I am a little concerned at my lack of appetite and the amount of stuff my body has rid itself of the past few days, but I think it is also in the process of re-setting itself. I will ride it out and, once again, let my body (instead of my mind) sit at the helm for awhile.
And . . . . DRUM ROLL . . . B. is training for a marathon! I think it is hard to go to Boston and not walk away feeling inspired to revisit the 26.2 mile beast. B. wants to take his PR from 3:29 to 3:19. I know he can do it. I just need to convince him ;)
Posted by bridget at April 27, 2006 09:24 PM
Comments
Bridget, your papers are a great opportunity for some literary going over. Thanks for that. And take it easy. Some perspective. Is it not interesting how a lying alcoholic became such a cornerstone of the World's literature? It is written: he changed his name (to sound more British;) he grossly exagerrated his military experiences; he was not all that coherent when he went to receive the Nobel prize! Moreover whose life of the self-described role model, great-grandfather William Clark Falkner, is "obscured by legend?" Liar, liar, pants on fire... That's a lot of fiction for sure!
Could it be that beyond Faulkner's intelligence and copious body of work, his skill came from a profound, visceral, voraciously primordial need for Truth (albeit bathed in alcohol?) which always makes for some great story-telling and literary experimentation. And that the relationship we have with our body - and that of writers with that of their characters - is one fo the few bottom-line reality check we can rely on? (All the while making money selling the findings in novel form?) Re. Joe Christmas strange body: a well-read friend recently reminded me of the The worldwide Genographic Project launched in the spring of 2005 aiming to analyse DNA contributions from hundreds of thousands of people, in order to report on the genetic roots of modern humans." Maybe it could have solved a lot of our evirated hero's presonality problems... bests :)
corrado
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at April 28, 2006 05:09 AM
bridget - you are too smart to be stressed! you know youll get it all done!
hope youre feeling all better!
Posted by: at April 28, 2006 06:07 PM