On the 17th of September, precisely a month from now, I will be back in class. I am excited and apprehensive -- so happy to get back to the grind, to get the wheels spinning again (finally), but also worried I'll fail again. Every time I think I can do it, my mind brings me back to Wellesley and I freak out. But come on -- I'm not stupid, I'm not incapable: how bad can it go?
What I am unabashedly (yet privately) most excited about is having access to a gym again. I've laid out my lifting plan and cannot wait to get started. I hope the place is well equipped, though I hear the Swiss aren't very keen on weightlifting. I understand: when you've got lakes to sail on and swim in, and mountains to climb and forests to trek through, what moron would choose to spend their free time in an impersonal, cramped, sweaty, neon-lighted concrete room? I love hiking, biking, climbing, snowboarding and being in the mountains in any way. If I could lift weights (safely) outdoors, I'd be on that shit like white on rice. Until then however, I am looking forward to the gym.