Well, I finished writing my second research exploration paper. This paper focuses on quantitative as opposed to qualitative. My qualitative paper didn't do so well. But at least I can resubmit. It's funny as I'm writing my quantitative paper, I feel more comfortable with my ideas. I always thought of myself as a qualitative person. Now all I'm going to do is going over it with a fine tooth comb.
I have actually started compiling my "stress curriculum". All those research articles are going to serve as a basis for what will be in it. Now it's just a matter of putting it all together. I'm really nervous about next semester. I think I'm going to be as stressed out as my participant. The good news is that I know what signs I need to look out for and the steps I need to take to prevent it.
Yesterday I went for a ride. Dang it was nice, but dang I'm out of shape. By the time I got my big ole butt up the hill, I was wheezing and panting. It was a sad sight. Oh, and my chest was burning too. My hubby tells me that it's because of the cold air. I was coughing and hacking all night. Took some Nyquil and some Emer-gen-C and I feel better.
There's a group ride scheduled for today, but I think I'm going to bail. I need to get accostumed to riding by myself. I think that's one of the reasons I stopped. I would be driving by myself and no one would be there telling me, "Car back!!" I need to get used to feel the cars next to me as I ride. Plus I need to get used to my clipless pedals. Oh the joys of falling to the side because you didn't unclip your feet quick enough. I used to be afraid of falling but the only thing I'm afraid of is falling off in traffic. There's a hill during my commute in which I'm afraid of falling. Well, it's just a matter of practicing now.
