This is pretty much the biggest thing I've ever tackled as a PR girl. The show has been a long time coming, and the process has been exciting and exhausting and crazy. As the airdate gets closer and closer, I've become slightly more and more insane (but in a good way, not a psycho way -- like a lovable nut who just happens to have a phone constantly glued to her head and responds to e-mail at all hours and eats meals in front of a computer). I've been juggling TV requests, radio requests, media preview screenings, journalists who have broken embargoes (seriously), crisis communications plans -- the list goes on and on.
How I survive: Cycling. Remember the group of co-workers who invited me to join them? I joined. And I have to say it feels so good to get away from the office and ride out into the country (which is so green right now from the recent rain -- imagine pastures dotted with gnarled oaks, mossy limbs shading cattle and goats and the occasional emu -- yes, emu) and forget the madness for awhile. Yes, I'm still incredibly out of shape and very nearly got dropped during Tuesday's ride, but I'm still enjoying myself. And my co-workers are great coaches -- I learn something every time we go out. (For example, how to use the word "drop" and sound like a cyclist.)
And for the record: I haven't stopped running. I've just had to ease back into it after my nasty cold and the never-ending cough that followed. The hacking is finally gone, and I've run twice this week. I feel like I'm back at square one when it comes to building base mileage, but I don't want to rush anything -- the goal is to stay injury-free.
I did get a funny surprise today, though. Perhaps you recall the horrific 5K I ran on New Year's Day. Yes, the one where I almost threw up because I ate too much cheese the night before. Apparently, I won my age group.
The universe definitely has a sense of humor.
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You are awesome!
Aww, thank you!
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