Current weight: I promise I'll check this tomorrow...promise.
Why hello there. Don't worry, I have not forsaken you, nor have I stopped running. Actually, I've been running like I'm on a mission these days (I wonder why...). But before I get into how accomplished I feel about my progress...BAD NEWS!!!! I can't do the Great Aloha Run that was supposed to take place on February 15 (President's Day). The reason: I have to be in at work that day because, well, I have to. There's really no if ands or buts around that situation (unless I quit and that's just being reckless) so...sad, I have to wait for some other running event to come up. If, for some miraculous reason, I do get to take time-off on that day (we don't get President's Day off), I'll register and do the run. Bummed. Bummed, bummed, bummed.
In related news, I ran yesterday and today and I'm proud to say that I've been able to do longer distances. I started working on hills because Ken-san mentioned that running hills are always a big challenge, especially if you get used to running on flat surfaces. So I ran all the way down and all the way up my hill in 10 minutes. I'd like to say it was like a 3 mile run but I'm pretty sure it was a mile (the GPS on my laptop told me so). It's been pretty chilly at night lately, so I've been hard core with the missed-matched Rambo outfits. Today, however, I totally forgot to pack my sweater and had to run in a shirt (not as cool). We ran around Ala Moana Beach park again; we made our way down to Borders on Ward but Seychelle and Jermaine were so far ahead of me that I ended up taking my own route back. We ran for about 50 minutes and noticed that I wasn't out of breathe even after running for such a long period of time. Granted, I do run at turtle-speed while the other two are faster than lightning in comparison, but my ultra-slow pace has enabled me to handle long-distances for a longer period of time. I like to think that I'm a little bit of a genius, really.
After my mini-marathon, I met up with Trina and we went to eat at So Gong Dong, one of my favorite Korean restaurants, ever. We shared a spicy tofu, kimchee and pork soup called soondooboo (it's that messy looking thing in that miniature black caldron) and meat jun. The best this about Korean food are the sides. I love that they're a surprise everytime and that everything is always wonderfully delicious (we finished everything, thanks). As we sat there eating and talking, I thought about just how awesome we are in general. I mean, there we were, two decidedly very non-Asian looking girls, in all our crusty, dried-sweat-workout-clothes glory (Trina came from dance team practice) and we were playing catch-up in the middle of this Korean restaurant where everyone else was Korean or Japanese. It was fun and we missed Jace, again.
We got in to a discussion of my birthday party arrangements; the full plans may or may not be reveal in a later episode (I'm going to keep you in suspense). I will tell you this much: I haven't figured everything out but I really want to do a BBQ/ picnic during the day somewhere. I think it would be fun and inexpensive to have everyone bring stuff instead of going out to eat at a restaurant, which I will be doing with my family the night before. It's now t-minus 10 days so you should be excited for it since I am, too.
Anyway, tomorrow is the dance auditions and Brent's decided to tell me that I don't really have to audition because he could just ask to put me in to the dance numbers later on. But just because he says that doesn't mean he'd do it. There's never really a time when I'm the first person that comes to mind when Brent's putting together any sort of dance routine, which is fine since I'd rather earn my place in the dance company and not get special priviledges. So, I'm seriously debating right now. I don't even know if I'm in shape for it. Afterall, I didn't go to ballet last night. Bleh, we'll see what happens, I guess. I have a strong feeling that I won't be going to the auditions but maybe I'll make up for it by taking Brent's class on Friday. Maybe.
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