I recently began a culinary training program at Farestart and have now completed week two, day three to be perfectly precise. What tangible things can I show to mark my progress? Why, I now wear the Farestart signature cap, and carry around my very own food thermometer. Next carrot dangling in front of my very weary eyes? A set of measuring spoons I believe.
Days go by in a relative haze, where I groan at the sound of my alarm, often harmonizing if only briefly, with the tune of the pitter-pattering Seattle drizzle. Leaving the house when it’s still dark outside always makes me apprehensive, yet to make the rigid eight a.m. roll call, that is what I must do every morning. When the days end I rush home so that I can collapse in a heap and fall asleep before the start of nightfall. In the interests of completing everything ahead of time, (I was never one to procrastinate) I loaded in all of my shelter runs, four days in a row, which means despite days of extra sleep nothing has changed and I am still exhausted beyond recognition. My muscles ache from my brows all the way to the soles of my feet, and though a loved one is kind enough to massage the tensions away, they inevitable return the next day.
The week ahead promises a bit more respite and I look forward to each day despite the bone quaking exhaustion. Each day I learn something new, and that in itself is reward enough for someone who has long been out of school. And though I have not paid a visit to the gym since before I began the program, I caught a glimpse of my forearms this morning in the mirror on the way out the door, and my, my, let’s just say I’d give Sarah Jessica Parker a run for her money!