Monthly Archives: February 2011

16 revisited

my first bon jovi concert was at 16, in bangkok thailand. as an embassy brat we had dibs on american concert tix. perks of being a diplomat’s kid. they were amazing. prior to that show, i’d only ever been to Pearl Jam (that was the show where eddie vedder spat at the concert goers). i remember it being a sweaty event, humid and crowded. mosh pits were big back then, even tho it was just BON JOVI, not so much… mosh pit-worthy stuff. i was interviewed by MTV Asia after the show, i don’t know what i said but i do know my bare midriff made it on the air and peter was NOT happy.

i saw them again last night in DC. the set was heavy on Slippery When Wet & New Jersey, with maybe a few of their new stuff thrown in the mix. ritchie is not looking good & tho jon is getting up in there in age, the man can shake his ass. my friend Nancy has been to well over 100 bon jovi concerts, has met the man & she was STILL ROCKING OUT like it was her first. she apologized afterward for squeeling like a fangirl. she just don’t know, imma be the same way at Matt Nathanson & Sugarland in May. so my year of concert going has begun and i am so excited.

photo printed with permission from nancy.

today’s stats:


pep talks

on a recent facebook status update, bigK posted this: LanXYZ* has had a lot of good ideas through the years: one more shot, one more song, one more party. but couch 2 5k has definitely moved up on the totem pole.

it’s true, i have good ideas but this one is looking to be the most important one for us thus far. it’s hard tho. she and i are struggling. we know rationally that this is good for us, that this is a lifestyle with the payback of better health and great legs. from our own personal perspective tho, it’s hard. three times a week, my lunch break consists of sweating & hauling ass thru a shower, while still finding enough time to stretch properly. some days i forgo the shower in order to hit a yoga class right after work (i shut my office door on those days). i plan things AROUND my run & yoga. there have been nights where i’m already in bed but i’ll get out again to do a pilates session from excerciseTV. that is how determined i am to see this Running Thing thru.

but it is effing hard. i am not a natural lover of running. and i cannot say that i particularly like it now, even after 7 weeks of it. i’m not griping, i’m stating a fact.

i received an email from a cyber friend yesterday. he’s a runner, i don’t remember how i found his blog but yeah, he gives advice sometimes. this particular note was simultaneously motivating and disheartening. allow me to explain the latter. “One mile seems like 10 minutes of pure exhaustion.” this line made me stop cold because i run a 13minute mile, i can’t wrap my head around going any faster than that. and despite my ethnicity, i suck at math. but, running a 13 minute mile for a half marathon equals out to … about 2 hours and 50 minutes. (shit, i just had nuria do the math for me because i started flipping out over all the numbers. don’t judge me.) why do i feel like that’s a really long time to be putting one foot in front of the other, at a faster pace than walking? this time is only if i keep a consistent 13 minute mile, this is not including possible puke time, a nap, bathroom breaks (are there bathroom breaks?!) and probable cry-fests every few miles.

then this: They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

i’m not religious, i don’t go to church or pray as often as i should, i believe in dinosaurs, and i also wholeheartedly believe in God. and that bit of scripture put me at ease. thx rwj.

today’s stats:
267 calories

i ran two 10 minutes without pause. schweet.


today i started week 6. already i know that i am going to have to repeat it. the last day of this week is ALL running, with the exception of the first 5 minutes. i am freaking out about that. i just don’t think my body can do it. i’m dragging feet to pick a 5K to run, how in the hell am i going to train for a half?

today’s stats:

currently jamming to Florence+the Machine: Lungs. she’s opening for U2 & i am sweating her.

i am Chandler Bing

do you know that episode of Friends where Monica laments that she will never have Firsts again, now that she & chandler are married? she misses first kisses, first dates etc. Chandler, on the other hand, is glad they’re over because Firsts makes him anxious, they make him nervous and they never go well.

i am chandler bing.

awkward and weird and i say extremely inappropriate things at the most inopportune times. it’s a gift. but in dating, it’s a curse.

thank gawd $5wordGuy can roll with it. and that he likes knee high socks.

we did kiss friday night after dinner, standing outside my building door, the wind effing howling like a mutha and me with my eyes wide open. i take it back, we kinda kissed. at the very last moment, i turned my head ever so slightly to the left and he kissed the side of my mouth. god bless him, he laughed a little and hugged me. then he asked me over for a sunday movie & dinner. i immediately accepted.

and it was the best way for me to spend my favoritest day of the week. with this kind & gentle man, who made me chocolate sorbet and peanut butter pie, who told me with such sweet sweet sincerity that i’m gorgeous, whose stomach ALSO talks (tho he has a scientific name for it) and who held my hand during Up. who made dinner from scratch and is dying to cook alongside me. if you know me and food, you would know that that gets my heart racing. who shows such vulnerability to me and is astutely aware of my lackings but isn’t turned off by it. who turned, mid sentence, towards me and kissed me with such tentative charm (i had my eyes open then too. i know! i’m immature thru & thru.) that i lost my train of thought for a moment.

look. it wasn’t an earth shattering kiss, it didn’t make me weak in the knees. but it sure as hell impressed me that he took the initiative and laid one on me. when he walked me to my car hours later, we kissed again, a little more naturally, a little more easy and i drove away wondering when i would see him again.

i see him again tomorrow. and friday. and i cannot wait.

Monday Runs

sorry, i could not resist that title. i am immature. i am so sorry.

i was so distracted with today’s run i only made note of the distance: 2.05miles. because mondays are always so tough for me, i didn’t do any incline on the treadmill and i survived the last day of week 5. bigK mentioned repeating week 6 to get more conditioning in before attempting to go on.

during the run today it did cross my mind about the distance i would have to cover for the half. i can do the 2mile thing without too much issue but i can’t imagine doing the 13.5mile thing. in fact, it’s freaking me out. i don’t see how i’m going to be able to do this.