I read an article the other day about college students not finding jobs after they graduate. This article in particular wrote about Exercise Physiology grads. I read the entire article and sighed...had a poor pity me moment...and decided that I really want to go to graduate school. If I can't make a decent income in the fitness industry without placing my body into an over trained, 14% body fat, bursitis overtaking, caffeine sucking, all I own is a sport bra and Capri jog shorts,.....how can I end this on a good note?.....oh energetic post graduate. I should have chosen nursing or something. I find my self counting the days until Bobby is done with flight school, then maybe I can convince him that spending 60 grand on grad school will be worth it.
I think I would be so good at it because I have a lot of experience with injury. Just this past week I re-injured my neck by stretching (yawning) in the chair. I couldn't turn my head all day. Let me list the 6 major accidents to my neck. Just for S&G. I feel like an old person. (old granny smoker voice) oohhhh my hip...my my.
1. Springboard Diving (hit the water doing a one and a half straight half twist. Water knocked me out and sprained my neck)
2. Hit and Run car accident
3. Knee boarding on the good ole' Susquehanna. That one hurt. I did a flip in the air and landed on my neck
4. Surfing accident. This one is actually pretty funny. I was flirting with the lifeguard just before I went out. A couple of flips under the water, a bang twisting my neck onto a rock and the cute lifeguard had to pull me out of the water with my bikini turned to the side and my pride left back in the water.
5. I think this one was from horsing around wrestling or something. I losing brain cells too!
6. This last one is a funny one too. I love telling this story even though I am an idiot. Bobby and I were living in an apartment that you could run in circles from the kitchen to the living room. I was chasing our new puppy (Dodger) around and got so much momentum that I was on an angle when I literally ran into the wall, twisting my neck and knocking my self out. If that isn't enough, later that night Bobby woke up to me straddling him, demonstrating CPR to a group of imaginary kids. (I used to teach CPR). I think I knocked something loose...again.
I'm excited. Tomorrow Bobby will fly us up to the
Stroudsburg airport to visit his parents. It's pretty cool having my own personal pilot.