So, as I've been tying on my running shoes lately, four times a week, religiously, as my training program prescribes, I've also been thinking that maybe I should approach my dissertation writing with the same zeal and rigor. I mean, let's consider the similarities:
Marathon: Sixteen-weeks to train Diss: Twenty weeks left in Geneva
It's a LONG haul: 26.2 miles It's a LONG haul: 250 pages
Sometimes I hate it... I don't WANNA run Sometimes I hate it... I don't WANNA write
Sometimes I love it... Runner's high Sometimes I love it... Light bulb goes off
Requires daily commitment Requires daily commitment
Easy to procrastinate (ooooh, just ate) Easy to procrastinate (new Glee show!)
I have to do it... even if others are training. I have to do it... even if others are writing.
It's tiring! My legs are pooped! It's tiring! My brain is pooped!
Apparently, you hit a wall (mile 20 or so) Apparently, you hit a wall (chs. 1.5, et al.)
Equipment required: shoes, goos, carbs Equipment required: compy, Coke, books
Reward=satisfaction and a medal Reward at the end=satisfaction and a
piece of paper with three little letters on it
I'm pretty sure there are other similarities, but maybe if I start thinking about my diss as if it were a marathon, I'll make steadier progress. Rome wasn't built in a day, I won't run a marathon tomorrow, but I will in May this year. I won't finish my dissertation tomorrow, but I will hopefully have it done and defended by May 2012. Let the training begin! Petit à petit, l'oiseau fait son nid.
Marathon: Sixteen-weeks to train Diss: Twenty weeks left in Geneva
It's a LONG haul: 26.2 miles It's a LONG haul: 250 pages
Sometimes I hate it... I don't WANNA run Sometimes I hate it... I don't WANNA write
Sometimes I love it... Runner's high Sometimes I love it... Light bulb goes off
Requires daily commitment Requires daily commitment
Easy to procrastinate (ooooh, just ate) Easy to procrastinate (new Glee show!)
I have to do it... even if others are training. I have to do it... even if others are writing.
It's tiring! My legs are pooped! It's tiring! My brain is pooped!
Apparently, you hit a wall (mile 20 or so) Apparently, you hit a wall (chs. 1.5, et al.)
Equipment required: shoes, goos, carbs Equipment required: compy, Coke, books
Reward=satisfaction and a medal Reward at the end=satisfaction and a
piece of paper with three little letters on it
I'm pretty sure there are other similarities, but maybe if I start thinking about my diss as if it were a marathon, I'll make steadier progress. Rome wasn't built in a day, I won't run a marathon tomorrow, but I will in May this year. I won't finish my dissertation tomorrow, but I will hopefully have it done and defended by May 2012. Let the training begin! Petit à petit, l'oiseau fait son nid.
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