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My Muscle Fibres Are Conspiring Against Me

For the second time in three days, I woke up with a charley horse in my right calf this morning. The last time I had a bout of charley horses, the culprit ended up being insufficient amounts of sodium – I was doing a lot of physical activity and eating only things I’d been making from fresh fruits and veggies (i.e., pretty much zero processed foods) and whatnot, so I ended up not getting enough sodium to replace that which I was losing. Sprinkling a wee bit of salt on my food made it so that I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night feeling like someone was stabbing me in the gastrocnemius.

This time, however, I’ve been doing next to nothing in the way of physical activity – since my half marathon, the only appreciable exercise I’ve done is play hockey, but my charley horses haven’t been on mornings after hockey games – and I have been eating stuff with salt in it, so I can’t imagine sodium deficiency could be the culprit this time. My best guess is that my calf muscles are angry at them for virtually ignoring them since my race – they probably just want to go out for a run, but all I’ve been doing of late is working all day and then coming home and sitting at my desk doing homework all evening.

I’ll be very glad when this weekend and its two economics assignments, two economics exams, and massively significant core final exam are over. On Sunday morning I fly off to Montreal and I think that a run on the treadmill in my hotel gym, followed by hot tub time are going to be just what the doctor ordered. That, and some poutine.

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Exam Invigilation

Now, I should preface this by saying that it’s better than actually having to write the exam, but man, invigilating exams is boring!  Invigilation, for the uninitiated, is the process whereby the instructor stands around doing absolutely nothing while watches over students writing their exams. You can’t do anything else while invigilating – no reading a book, no marking papers, no anything else that might be productive – because your job is to make sure that no one is cheating.  So you sit there, for two hours, and watch 50 people with their heads bent over their exam papers, writing furiously and trying to remember the major components of the synovial joint of the knee1.

While invigilating an exam for one of my courses today, these were some of the thoughts that were running through my head:

  • I have to remember to email so-and-so when I get into the office.  I also need to book a massage appointment. Mmm, massage.
  • That was a good Canucks game last night.
  • I wish I could be doing something productive right now.
  • [after looking at watch] What? It’s only been 15 minutes??
  • There are a lot of students wearing red sweaters. But only one wearing green.  And one wearing purple. No, wait, there’s another wearing purple. I wonder why the two people wearing purple sat near the one girl wearing green.  Wait, that girl way over there is wearing purple. Why isn’t she sitting with the other girls wearing purple? Didn’t she get the memo to sit near the girl in green?  She’s the only girl in green, she’s hard to miss.
  • It’s only an hour into this two hour exam and I’ve completely run out of thoughts.

1Today’s exam was for an anatomy class.