9.12.11
7.12.11
Hammer Toes & Small Achievements
My foot throbs like the thunderous heart of a love-sick giant. I now am fully aware of the importance of training. These past two days of pain was worth it though. When I limp around and people ask what happened, I proudly answer, "It's from running a race." No humbleness here. "I received my battle wound in an epic war against time and pavement and lived to tell the tale! I win, you mothereffers!"
Nah, to be honest. I'm not proud. I'm glad I finished the race in an acceptable amount of time, but I also feel foolish for not training -- I know I could've seriously injured myself for not prepping properly.I look forward to training now that I've experienced first-hand the hellish pain that one faces without it. I'd like to avoid any future puking and ugly hammer toes, thank you.The pain only makes me want to train better, train more.
I'm hooked on races now. No turning back. The camaraderie, the health food swag (except for gu - gross), the satisfaction of crossing the finish line, the fascinating feeling of pushing the body and mind more than one ever thought one could. It's pretty awesome. Funny where life takes you. This time last year, I was a total hater towards running.
Nah, to be honest. I'm not proud. I'm glad I finished the race in an acceptable amount of time, but I also feel foolish for not training -- I know I could've seriously injured myself for not prepping properly.I look forward to training now that I've experienced first-hand the hellish pain that one faces without it. I'd like to avoid any future puking and ugly hammer toes, thank you.The pain only makes me want to train better, train more.
I'm hooked on races now. No turning back. The camaraderie, the health food swag (except for gu - gross), the satisfaction of crossing the finish line, the fascinating feeling of pushing the body and mind more than one ever thought one could. It's pretty awesome. Funny where life takes you. This time last year, I was a total hater towards running.
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I wrote this following post on 2/2/11. Not sure why I left it in my draft box. But man, do the words, "Remember, the biggest successes in life don't just come out of nowhere. They're an accumulation of all the smaller achievements (and failures)," ring ever so true.
It's important to celebrate even the smallest of achievements.
I don't remember the last time I went running. I remember the last several failed attempts though - at Santa Monica, at Venice beach, at the park, in the gym.... I honestly believe I've never exceeded more than one mile in one run before. Maybe while playing soccer, but that's different. You have goals, a ball and a mission to kick ass. Running? You just have running.
I hate running. It's insanely boring, it makes my fat jiggle and I always always end up cramping up. I can probably come up with a couple more reasons if I stopped to think about it. But running isn't something I'd like to think about too much.
Well, can you guess what happened just a couple days ago?! I RAN three miles. Without stopping. No hesitation. Kept shuffling, hustling and puffing away for THREE whole miles. It was surreal. I felt like He-man. Charging through air molecules as though they were a bundle of trees, ready for battle. Oh, and guess what? The three-mile run happened right after I had just hiked for three miles. Oh snap.
I haven't felt this physically accomplished since The Wildcats AKA Too Hot To Handle, my 1994 soccer team (we wore hot pink shirts and sung the The Pink Panther theme song whenever we scored a goal), won the all-girls championships.
Achieving this accomplishment, though deemed small, really fed the "I can do anything if I put my mind to it" fire. Let it burrrrrrn.
Remember, the biggest successes in life don't just come out of nowhere. They're an accumulation of all the smaller achievements (and failures).
I wrote this following post on 2/2/11. Not sure why I left it in my draft box. But man, do the words, "Remember, the biggest successes in life don't just come out of nowhere. They're an accumulation of all the smaller achievements (and failures)," ring ever so true.
It's important to celebrate even the smallest of achievements.
I don't remember the last time I went running. I remember the last several failed attempts though - at Santa Monica, at Venice beach, at the park, in the gym.... I honestly believe I've never exceeded more than one mile in one run before. Maybe while playing soccer, but that's different. You have goals, a ball and a mission to kick ass. Running? You just have running.
I hate running. It's insanely boring, it makes my fat jiggle and I always always end up cramping up. I can probably come up with a couple more reasons if I stopped to think about it. But running isn't something I'd like to think about too much.
Well, can you guess what happened just a couple days ago?! I RAN three miles. Without stopping. No hesitation. Kept shuffling, hustling and puffing away for THREE whole miles. It was surreal. I felt like He-man. Charging through air molecules as though they were a bundle of trees, ready for battle. Oh, and guess what? The three-mile run happened right after I had just hiked for three miles. Oh snap.
I haven't felt this physically accomplished since The Wildcats AKA Too Hot To Handle, my 1994 soccer team (we wore hot pink shirts and sung the The Pink Panther theme song whenever we scored a goal), won the all-girls championships.
Achieving this accomplishment, though deemed small, really fed the "I can do anything if I put my mind to it" fire. Let it burrrrrrn.
Remember, the biggest successes in life don't just come out of nowhere. They're an accumulation of all the smaller achievements (and failures).
1.12.11
That's the best part
While checking off action items off of my to do list, I realized no matter how much I prepare, I can never be fully prepared. That's the best part about it. Not ever knowing what's really going to happen.
All I know is that I'm in for some wild change. No technology, no to do lists (maybe), no millions of things to do in one day, no hair, no distractions. Pretty sure it's going to stir up a whirlwind inside this little ol' me. I'm not even there yet and it already is. Yippeekaiyay.
YFT, bitches.
<3Y
P.S. Love you guys who have been helping/nudging/pushing/iron fisting* me to get closer to D-Day.
*get your mind out of the gutter
All I know is that I'm in for some wild change. No technology, no to do lists (maybe), no millions of things to do in one day, no hair, no distractions. Pretty sure it's going to stir up a whirlwind inside this little ol' me. I'm not even there yet and it already is. Yippeekaiyay.
YFT, bitches.
<3Y
P.S. Love you guys who have been helping/nudging/pushing/iron fisting* me to get closer to D-Day.
*get your mind out of the gutter
Cray Cray
Buy flight ticket
Speak to parents
Email coworker in India
....
Decided to start documenting my progress/process of...what should I name it...change.
16.11.11
Convert!
Hee...
I love it when I convert my friends into enjoyers of:
-cauliflower
-eggplant
-brussels sprouts
-kale
Yummmayyyyyy
I love it when I convert my friends into enjoyers of:
-cauliflower
-eggplant
-brussels sprouts
-kale
Yummmayyyyyy
26.10.11
What we're having for dinner
(please excuse the profanity)
me: want to do dinner
didyourun?
R: no not yet
we can do dinner
do you want meat?
or masa
me: MEAT
korean?
brazillian?
ayc?
R: FUCK
me: omgggg
R: brazilian
me: i'm salivating
R: asian youth center?
me: all you can eat!
R: all york city
me: ayc...e
R: oh
me: i forgot the eat part
R: FUCK
me: cuz i was on a meat high
meat high
omg, sounds so good
R: YES
LET'S
me: OMG
R: YES
me: i feel like i haven't had brazillian meat in FOREVER
GREEN GO!
R: i heard there's a brazilian place in korea town
me: yes!
M3
M2?
oh, just M
M Grill
R: O M Grill
me: http://www.yelp.com/biz/m-grill-los-angeles#query:brazillian
R: YEAH YULZ QUERY THAT SHIT
me: Muthereffin GRILL
R: MF GOLD GRILLZ IN THIS BITCH
YEAH LET'S DO THAT
I"M SO EXCITED
me: MEAT GRILLZ IN MY MOUTH
ME TOO
IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE BITCHES
WITH MEAT
yessssssss
me: want to do dinner
didyourun?
R: no not yet
we can do dinner
do you want meat?
or masa
me: MEAT
korean?
brazillian?
ayc?
R: FUCK
me: omgggg
R: brazilian
me: i'm salivating
R: asian youth center?
me: all you can eat!
R: all york city
me: ayc...e
R: oh
me: i forgot the eat part
R: FUCK
me: cuz i was on a meat high
meat high
omg, sounds so good
R: YES
LET'S
me: OMG
R: YES
me: i feel like i haven't had brazillian meat in FOREVER
GREEN GO!
R: i heard there's a brazilian place in korea town
me: yes!
M3
M2?
oh, just M
M Grill
R: O M Grill
me: http://www.yelp.com/biz/m-grill-los-angeles#query:brazillian
R: YEAH YULZ QUERY THAT SHIT
me: Muthereffin GRILL
R: MF GOLD GRILLZ IN THIS BITCH
YEAH LET'S DO THAT
I"M SO EXCITED
me: MEAT GRILLZ IN MY MOUTH
ME TOO
IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE BITCHES
WITH MEAT
yessssssss
24.9.11
Walking City
I walked to and from the downtown Biltmore Hotel this morning.
I saw a man casually jogging in business casual attire. I walked by a camera crew filming a girl in a bee-yellow convertible. I studied the moldings on the public library and wished I knew more about architecture. I found the new location of Mendicino Farms, my favorite sandwich shop. I discovered a waterfall fountain hidden away in the concrete jungle. I watched an aggressive verbal exchange between a cyclist and a driver. I took a picture of a fence that was entwined with a tree. I looked at the trash that had accumulated near a gutter and wondered why people still litter. I felt torn when a man said, "Hola chica" while I passed him by - I wanted to be safe and not talk to a stranger but at the same time, I did not want to come off rude - I ended up nodding. I helped tourists find Spring street.
We live in a cool city.
I wish it was more walkable.
I saw a man casually jogging in business casual attire. I walked by a camera crew filming a girl in a bee-yellow convertible. I studied the moldings on the public library and wished I knew more about architecture. I found the new location of Mendicino Farms, my favorite sandwich shop. I discovered a waterfall fountain hidden away in the concrete jungle. I watched an aggressive verbal exchange between a cyclist and a driver. I took a picture of a fence that was entwined with a tree. I looked at the trash that had accumulated near a gutter and wondered why people still litter. I felt torn when a man said, "Hola chica" while I passed him by - I wanted to be safe and not talk to a stranger but at the same time, I did not want to come off rude - I ended up nodding. I helped tourists find Spring street.
We live in a cool city.
I wish it was more walkable.
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