Marathon

I'm finally doing it.

I'm going to run a half-marathon. (13 miles to be exact)

I picked up running the summer before I entered high school. I ran 1.5 miles everyday. I'm not sure what quite caused this burst of running obsession, but it quickly died when I actually entered high school.

After that, running was mostly on and off. Sometimes I would go running week after week, and then months and months without even thinking about it. If I did run, it was for exercise/health's sake. I actually really hated the idea of running.

Sophomore year rolled around, and when you become an adult, you do things that you don't like to do.
Running was one of those things.
I made running/exercising a priority and was partially successful in accomplishing this goal. It wasn't until my junior year that I really started thinking of running in a new light.

Running became an outlet. It was, and still is, such a great way for me to have time to myself, to have time and space for me to organize my thoughts/feelings and not feel guilty about it!

During my time in DC, I ran everyday. Being in an office for 10 hours day can really mess you up, so I would exercise after work.

Over the weeks, I could feel the strength in my legs and the improvement in my ability to exercise longer.

It was empowering.

Something I disliked so much before was now something I could do.

And there is something so gratifying when you look at the distance that you came from and realize how much  you can do if you only just put yourself to it.

So training starts next week, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. My stomach gets all tied up when I think about running my first race.

I'll be running the Utah Valley Marathon. It starts near the mouth of Sundance and ends at the Provo Tabernacle Park. For those who finish under 4 hours, you get a fancy medal. All fees/proceeds go towards the Children with Cancer foundation. {How can you beat that? A medal, a sense of accomplishment and reward, AND a charitable cause!}

Like the caption says below,

Pain you enjoy.

New Year, New Goals

So as tradition dictates, goals for the new year are in order.

These are in no order of importance.

1) LSAT -- I have a secretly desired score, it would be my goal this year to reach it!

2) Grades -- Study hard, then study some more.

3) Health/Diet Coke -- Exercise have now taken the place of Diet Coke in my life. Sniff.

4) Law School -- Best part of this new year is that I will hopefully find out where I will be going to law school!

5) Have fun -- Studying and physical health is all great and what not, but I really want to enjoy my last summer as a college student.

That's about it. Pretty realistic and boring -- that's what being an adult is all about! I'm really looking forward to 2012, it's already looking like it's going to be a fantastic year!

Goals

Sometimes I make goals that are completely useless and unobtainable.

It can rather depressing when, for example, a goal of mine is to obtain a level of fitness or academic achievement. And near the end of my time frame I realize that, not only have I not accomplished my goal, but that I am much farther from it than when I began.


However, I am really awesome at getting things done when someone is egging me on. If you don't believe I can do it, prepare to be stunned.

But when I am just sitting in front of my laptop and thinking of awesome things I want to do, you can wait a lifetime before they get finished.

Imagine how frustrating it is when if you want anything challenging done, someone has to bother the heck out of you for it to be done. I think it's why I am so easily annoyed and angry towards most people. It's my source of energy and motivation.

My dear friend, Lauren, was married on Saturday. It was a beautiful wedding, very well organized, and super romantic. One of the best weddings I have been to :)

When it was time for the bride to throw the bouquet, they called all the single women out.  Most of the other single female attendants seemed so embarrassed and shy to be standing there. Which I don't quite understand, where is the shame in being single? It isn't like I have committed a crime or some super contagious disease.

Anyways, it might be due to the fact that every wedding I have attended it has been in singledom. So catching the bouquet has become a tradition for me. Even before they finished announcing the event, I was already standing dead center, ready for it to be tossed.

Now, a little background. Lauren's family members are tall. Like 6 feet tall female and who knows how tall the men are.

So here I am, standing in the midst of giants.

One of the female attendants related to the bride said, "Oh, you are Asian! You should stand up front since you probably can't jump high enough to reach."

It was a small comment, probably made in my best interest. But that was all it took.

The bouquet was thrown and I reached as far up as I possibly could.

I CAUGHT IT!

It wasn't the flowers, albeit gorgeous, or the symbolism that the catching of the bouquet held, but more so the fact that I had caught the flowers in the midst of a bunch of women, much taller than I was, who underestimated my ability to catch it.

I wanted to shove it in their face as if to say, "I did it! I did it! I did it! You thought I was short and wouldn't be able to catch it, BUT GUESS WHAT? I DID! I caught it and you didn't! Neen ner neen ner neener!"

Yep. I'm 6 years old.


{I promise to post pictures of Bailey and Lauren's weddings as soon as I get them. Promise, they were gorgeous weddings. Well worth the wait for professional pictures :) }