Monthly Archives: March 2011

3 miles in 30 minutes

today i ran for 30 minutes straight. ain’t no thang. i’ve done it before. i completed 3miles (actually, 3.08 miles, thank you very much). in THIRTY MINUTES.

people.

that’s a 10 minute mile.

people!

let’s break it down and you can tell me if i cheated:

first mile: 13 minutes
second mile: 9 minutes (!!!!)
third mile: 7 minutes (DUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!)

i did not have the treadmill on an incline, like i normally do. and i increased the pace every so often.

that’s not bad right??

keeping score

this is what i wrote to bigK today about an encounter i had during lunch. i could edit and add in scene, and all that stuff but i just don’t have time.

i got into a tiff at the lunch line today. it was really busy in the cafe and i’m standing in line and this FAT man was all impatient for the cashier to ring ppl up… she was busy pulling out stuff for her boss who was doing some paper work at a table (highly inappropriate seeing as how BUSY the place was, he should’ve been working the line… whatever.)

so finally she rings the person in front of me and i’m up next… UNTIL THE FAT MAN HALF STEPS AHEAD OF ME FOR SOME REASON. so she thinks he’s next in line… he did have the decency to look sheepish and say to me: “oh it’s your turn, go ahead…” but the cashier had already rung him up! so i go, “dude, she’s already rung you up, you go ahead!”

so he gets his food and the way it works is, since he got the special, he gets his own chips, in another section of the cafe, and his own drink, at yet ANOTHER section of the cafe. clearly he was new cus he asks: “so do i get my own drink?”

by this time, the cashier had already turned to me, rung me up and was getting my sandwich. she was all flustered and goes “yes…” then she turns me to ask me if i wanted this or that and i’m about to answer, when he goes again “do i get my own chips, too?” by this point, i’m pissed so i turn to him, “Do you see maids around here getting stuff for other ppl?! yes, you get your own chips! dang! do you mind???”

notice that i did not use any swear words.

Me: 1
Lent: 0

inundated

this week is shaping up to be on those weeks — you know, the kind where you are taking work home, rushing thru dinner, skipping the Running Thing, as well as the much-needed fancy stretching that is called yoga and pilates, all the while trying to maintain clean hair and sanity.

to be sure, i’m not complaining. far from it. despite the whirlwind of the next five days, i’m quite happy. here are a few things i accomplished this weekend:

+happy hour & dinner with friends friday night, where $5wordGuy* AMAZED everyone in attendance with his ability to eat more than anyone at the table, combined. the.man.can.eat. {swoon}
+saturday morning spent getting my car Gandalf’s oil changed, 2+ hours later, i left with two (much needed) new filters & $120 lighter. {sigh}
+saturday afternoon spent watching the NCAA tournament, bemoaning my brackets (thanks a lot Butler, way to cockblock my chance at $150!), before making it out for pizza & wine.

view from $5wordGuy's window...

+then glorious sunday, my favorite day of the week: a Whole Foods trek, to pick up organic foods for a cooking adventure: roti & pototo curry. end result failures but successful fun. it’s nice to cook for someone, but it’s always nicer to cook WITH someone.
+i woke up to this monday morning relishing the remnants of these past days, dreading the coming week but already looking fwd to the coming weekend.

+i fear this week will be derailed with the deadlines i have, i won’t be able to run middle of the day the way i like. i’ll work it out somehow.

Friday’s stats:
2.65 miles
328 calories

running uphill

it is hump day. it certainly has been an uphill battle this week to reach today.

over the weekend a dinner party i was going to attend was cancelled last minute, because one of the guests suffered a miscarriage. she’s 43 and was 5 months along. oh how i felt for this woman, tho i’d only met her once. i was looking foward to rubbing her belly and feeding her goat cheese cheesecake, while holding $5wordGuy’s* hand.

i received news monday night that an uncle had passed away in Vietnam, from a motorcycle accident. i’d not seen this uncle since i was a child and the last time i had spoken to him was over 10 years ago. see, this particular uncle was not part of the family, having divorced my aunt so many years ago. but i remember him as sweet and kind, taking me out as well when he picked up my cousins minh & huy for their day together. the tragic news came to me so peculiarly. my cousin Pat from Boston called to tell me, his usual boisterous way of talking muted. his father had called to tell him the news, encouraging him to call Minh. but Pat & Minh haven’t spoken on that level in years, so he thought it would be a better idea for me to call Minh. and so i did. and the hour long conversation was stilted with a deluge of tears from both sides, heartfelt memories and oh my goodness, his regrets that he was not able to save his father in time. it breaks my heart that he feels such anguish over something he could not control. without getting into too much details, the gist is hospitals in vietnam are not the best, minh arrived in nha trang days after the accident, was unable to convince the doctors to move him to a better facility in Saigon and his father never regained consciousness.

and a dear, dear blog friend emailed me the most lovely and heartwrenching email yesterday.

i mean, this is REAL LIFE. and i complain about how hard running is. how i’m having a difficult time not swearing and giving up meat. i lament over waking up & it still being dark out. and what shames me the most? i finally heard about bio-mom. she is fine, all are accounted for. for that i am glad but damned if i didn’t immediately think about how she didn’t call me to let me know she was ok after the earthquake.

and you know what? i have no right to think like that. we met ONCE, we are strangers. i don’t know what she is going thru, i don’t know what she continues to go thru in Japan. my cousin Kim put it best: she could be busy helping the survivors of this tragedy, she could be doing what she can to prepare for what is surely going to be a difficult recovery for the country. all i can think about is why didn’t she call me? well, the question is, why would she?? we don’t have a relationship — yet.

i think it’s going to be an uphill battle to try to forge some kind of relationship with this woman, half way across the world, in a country that is reeling from a natural disaster. what a time for me to pick to try to do something, to be something to this woman. but i gotta try.

and then today’s run. it was hard but i completed the 35 minutes – 3 mile run. no complaints. it will hopefully be downhill from here to the weekend.

today’s stats:
3 miles
366 calories

special Hell

over the weekend i was able to find bio-mom’s phone number in Japan. i’m still in the process of setting up a skype account & getting the proper tools to be able to call. further, my friend Goro is having his mom in Japan reach out on my behalf. i am still waiting to exhale.

today after my eh run i received an email from someone who saw my person inquiry on Google. it read like this:

I have information regarding XYZ Nguyen that you are looking for. If you would like my assistance, I require a deposit for my time and efforts that it took to obtain such information. If interested, I will need $600 US dollars sent to me through western union. Let me know if you accept my offer and would like my help.

Best of luck to you.

i was so upset. what is wrong with people?

today’s stats:
2.47 miles
298 calories