I didn't work out yesterday.
In fact, I sat on my a$$ all day from about 8 am until around 6 pm.
At 6pm, I hit 'save' and then attached a file to an email, typed in some email addresses, and then hit 'send'
and so it was...
wait for it...
I submitted my finished thesis. (Finally.)
See, I finished my coursework and passed my comps for this degree in 2006. Then I just waited...and waited...and waited...and finally, I decided, holy cow - if I can do an ultra marathon, and finish an ironman, why can't I write a stupid paper? So this was the week that I finally had marked on my calendar to finish it.
I'm celebrating with much chocolate as I write this. My drug of choice today is the WalGreens bridge mix. Ninety-nine cents of pure milk chocolately goodness. My theory is, if you're really happy and celebrating something, there are no calories.
I don't want to turn into one of those weirdos that makes everything into a sports or running analogy, but I like what David Horton, who ran the the Pacific Crest Trail, said it best:
Everyone can do so much more than they think they can.
