Yesterday, I received my first bad news of the law school admissions cycle. An email from Berkeley said that I had "Passed initial review and will be reviewed by the faculty panel." Which is a nice way of saying that they deferred my ass and will give me a decision in February. Now this is more like it. Admissions is always compared to dating, and if there is anything I am used to it's a girl saying something like, "It's not you, it's me" or "We should see other people." Which I guess is better than, "You smell like Jeffrey Dahmer's refrigerator" or "On the cover of horror stories they use your picture. You are the Fabio of revolting literature." That would be an outright rejection, and I am lucky enough to not have received one of those yet (in admissions that is...in dating I am an awkward sommelier, with the wine cellar of my soul being filled with repressed memories of incredulously amused smiles)
Things are actually pretty freaking awesome. Law school admissions are incredibly competitive and I am extremely lucky to have the offers I do. It's like a race, in that sometimes you need to accept second place when you have done your best. However, unlike a race, I cannot get the information of my competitors to learn their secrets (I be on your website, reading your blog) and get to know them.*
*Namely, their knees. With a tire iron. Though that might not help with law school. Perhaps we can discuss the Socratic Method.**
**Of ass-kicking. Where I teach them about inquiry and debate.***
***Which are the names I gave to my fists.
Training:
Saturday: AM-11 miles total with 6x700m
PM-4 miles easy
Sunday: 9 miles easy
Monday: AM-2 hours trainer (90 minutes in 54x11 gear), 6 mile transition run
PM-4 miles easy
Tuesday: 11 miles easy
Training has been outstanding. Running-wise, I am focusing primarily on form, making sure I keep a high turnover and good foot-fall. On the bike I just focus on 3 key workouts a week. We'll see how the run-heavy approach works out. The goals for next year are to win Nationals, get some more sponsorships, and leave my parents' basement.
Hahaha, those are all unrealistic (except winning nationals...I AM COMING FOR YOU SPANDEX-PEOPLE). If I were the type of person that took myself seriously enough to catalog athletic goals, I would understand if you didn't read the blog. Also, being in your parents basement is a necessary condition for keeping a blog. You can't get blog-skillz like this without a fresh plate of Mom's pizza bagels.
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