If someone had told me how busy I’d be this summer, I’d have laughed in their face. I’d have said, “it’s summer…how hard can they possibly work us?”.

Of course, thoughts like that are notorious for deadly last thoughts.

How hard can they possibly work us?

Impossibly hard.

But all of this pushing has led to a spurt in learning. I am finally seeing a little bit of progress in things that I never thought I would be able to do. Which is a relief. Sitting in clinic and talking to a parent about what is wrong with their child and seeing their heart sink a little still wrenches my stomach but at least now I can attempt to phrase it in a way that isn’t painfully awkward.

And yes, painfully awkward is how a previous supervisor at the awful school described my patient counseling skills. Am I proud of that? No. But I’m glad that I’m now at a place where my supervisors take the time to teach me how *not* to be that socially inept graduate student instead of telling me what a horrendous clinician I am going to be.

Yep. That happened.

But I digress.

Life is spectacular here. I’m settling into a groove. In fact, it feels like I’ve hardly missed a stride since living here. Same grocery stores, same mall, same roads. It’s calming.

So even though it feels like I have -2 hours of free time and am running around like a crazy girl (when I’m not passed out on the couch in front of HGTV), at least I feel comfortable while doing it…

But I’ve got some big events coming up in the next few weeks. So I need to attempt to rewind approximately 2 weeks of, “I am so tired and don’t care” eating. Yeah, that’ll be fun…

So enter today’s workout:

20 minutes on the elliptical, 10 minutes on the stair-climber, and a 20 minute treadmill blast, brought to you by PB Fingers.

Gym workouts aren’t typically my thing, I prefer to sweat outside in the sunshine or in a yoga studio, but sometimes I am in dire need of what a gym workout promises — getting to listen to my favorite country music station and read trashy magazines without getting heat stroke and/or sunburned (as is bound to happen at least once this summer).

Southern summers are spectacular and humid nights are probably my favorite ever but sometimes I need to listen to Luke Bryan on repeat instead of sweating out every ounce of water I’ve ingested during the day.