Rejection Blows.
Got a sincere letter from one of the grad schools I applied to (sincere, my ass) along the lines of ‘Well, we only accepted 7 applicants this year, so too bad for you.’
Yuck. At least I always have law school.
Good thing I had gym plans for right after.
- 4.5 miles in 40:30, an even 9:00 pace (I did intervals to keep myself from getting bored. Then Four Weddings came on and I wasn’t bored anymore.)
At the start of my run. Oh, and as a bonus, you get my freakishly arched eyebrow as well.
So to summarize - rejection sucks. Go run.
