- a month ago i was ready to register for a 10k race. the last one i ran would have been about 9 years ago, or so. even then, i didn't like my finishing time.
- call me curious;
this year, i was willing to attempt the challenge. - the starting gun went off today, at 9am, but i didn't hear it.
i was at home, typing and pausing and re-typing.
every fall, the department sponsors a picnic in one of the city parks. for postdocs, the entry fee is $5, a nominal thing. i missed it last year.
from what i heard: - they supply the food,
they even splurge for the liquor license.
last week i told some friends and colleagues that i was going,
but as it happened, i lied. - i'm at home, typing and pausing and re-typing.
i know that the chances of my obtaining an N$F grant are slim, especially when you think about the competition. - yes, i've even accounted for "junior researchers" and within the area of analysιs.
just as in the case of community road races, i never win within my age group. there are always faster people. - i know that i don't look very appealing on paper. i need to change that, especially since the job search is only a year away.
at any rate, i'm still willing to try. it's making my life hell for a few weeks, but i'll still try. i'm even curious as to how far i'll get. - my work is frustrating, but i like it, and there's some worth in trying to explain why .. if only to an anonymous panel. if there is a good reason why not to like it, then maybe they'll tell me.
the stakes are low, and i'll make the gamble. - besides, if it weren't this, i'd probably be miserable about something else.
- heck, 10k races aren't easy, either;
i always feel awful, afterwards.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
on competition (or: why i am absent from events, lately)
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