Back to the races

Just when the Vi Boheme was seducing me deeper inter her bosom of carefree-ness, somehow my overachieving tentacles managed to tangle themselves in the web of the Rat Race once again.  I remember that a mere week ago I was marveling at my overabundance of time to surf through all the articles in my Google Reader news feed, watch The Daily Show, and sit in my apartment blowing bubbles out of a plastic bottle.  And suddenly I find myself slapping sticky-note To Do lists on the mirror: 

-Meeting with the Ministry of Education (if nothing else, I might get free lunch out of it)

-Prep classes for next week and grade/edit the essays I assigned (what a stupid idea)

-Make 20 PBJ sandwiches and update PBJ website/facebook page 

-Read/respond to 15 unread emails

-Coordinate weekend travel plans

-Write a blog post for the nonprofit organization’s webpage 

-Clean the apartment before germaphobic brother arrives

-Either buy stronger laundry detergent or buy new socks

Up the stairs, down the stairs, on the bike, around the corner, on the bus, in the line, and on and on and on.  When did this happen?  Not to mention, just when I thought I would be a permanent member of the Society of Intermittent Recreational Exercisers--where a brisk walk counts as a work out and days off are as frequent as days on--I up and joined the university track team.  I happened to meet the coach one day as I was doing my bi-weekly 30 minute jog and before I could say “out of shape” I was doing sprints on the infield.

I find myself scarfing down burned beans doused in hot sauce for dinner and I haven't made my bed in a week.  Pero hay que aprovechar la juventud (you're only young once).  Carpe diem!