In honor of reaching 10 hours of sleep today, I will demarcate this day in cycles of REM sleep, so 90-minute increments.
First 90 minutes: I yawned the way a cat does while dappled in summer heat, preparing for a nap in the crevice of a leather couch. I then decided to go on a 30-minute run, since these last two days have been rest days. With Strava and my timer activated, I milled around the neighborhood streets, wandering on bike paths and school property in spurts. I did some rounds of core and upper body in an attempt to best my 1-push up record, and by now, I was coated in gravel, dirt, and heat.
Next 90 minutes: For lunch, I made a half-burnt quesadilla. Pooling the remnants of vegetables (a half-chopped cucumber, a mini-pack of baby carrots, and a saran-wrapped onion), I put a tortilla on the stove with a dollop of cheese. Of course, sauce is mission critical, so I added the almost last of our chipotle flavor dupe. Biting the hot corners of the slightly crumbly tortilla, I looked at major requirements and online blog posts.
Another 90 minutes: Since I got up at 10am, it was now the early afternoon. At 3, we decided to go to the Trek store, so I braced myself for two hours of dilly-dallying. This part is a bit ~boring~. I read a policing and evangelism article that my spring quarter class assigned, and I did some more research on the courses I needed to take. I might be studying abroad in Hong Kong next fall (thanks to Helen’s masterful persuasion!), so there’s some stuff to figure out and think about.
TREK STORE 90 MINUTES: FUN. KIND. COOL. AWESOME. We were told to go to the Trek store during our Denver rest days. None of us knew what to expect, though that didn’t stop us from speculating. We walked into a gorgeous bar-turned-bike store. Its deep brown wooden planks complement the travel and terrain-style decor. Glossy bikes lined the edges with gadgets and gear in the center. The Trek team was a delight to talk to—they offered to wash our bikes (goodbye Mormon cricket remains!!!!), service them, bought us donuts (chocolate covered), and deliver the care package that some Stanford folks (thank you Stanford :)). Now, we’re properly sunglass-ed and socks-ed up, ready to embark on the level plains(???) of Kansas.
Next 90 minutes: Dinner time! We are in need of a grocery run, so all of us scavenged the fridge remains and made something. I re-made the same quesadilla, and I kept reading the same article. ~deja vu~ I added provolone and Ritz as a savory snack and shoved some cherry as dessert. We also had our team meeting, which is usually logistical and personal and a bunch of hashing out what it means to live so closely to others at this age and context.
Final 90 minutes: I’m writing this! We are going to awake at 6am, so my WPM is very fast (kudos to Rocket type or whatever the software is called). I’m not biking tomorrow because of a meeting, but the day will be filled nonetheless. This is my attempt to get 7.5 hours of sleep.
Goodnight world,
Victoria