Week 1: Yeah, I’ll start off the season with a race

Week 1 of training for the NYC Marathon.  This is where it starts.  *slowly inhales*

Why not enter the largest 10k race?  Hello Peachtree Road Race.  (And also one of the main reasons I’m missing Anime Expo.  The other being I need to save money)

(apparently I can’t embed iFrames. What kind of bs is that WordPress?)
https://www.strava.com/activities/629679446/embed/3262e7b0d07f9919c30789d3341880b11cd429e8

While the words “Cardiac Hill” were a bit menacing and the humidity was above my standards (hint:  non existent) the run itself wasn’t too bad.  Slightly downhill for the first 3 miles, “Cardiac Hill” followed by another incline section till mile 5.  The thing that threw me off was the final hill heading into the finish line at Piedmont Park.  I was already picking up my pace (slightly) after mile 5, but I had to just dial a back down a bit or else major cramp-age was about to hill.  The weather at the start was nice.  A cool 77 ish with a slight breeze coming into you face.  However the later half was pretty brutal.  The already high humidity with no breeze was a bit much.  Although I have been running more after work lately, I’ve only ran them at a conservative pace for low ish mileage.  Also it didn’t help that my left foot began to go numb for a bit at mile 4, but feeling returned at mile 5 (whew).  I saw the sign for mile 6, and pretty much ramped up my stride.

Now, 6 miles was supposed to be my long run for the week (Saturday), but I think I’ll do a shuffle of the runs just this once.  I have three 3 mile runs lined up and a session of cross-training for this week.  The new Brooks Gel Cumulus 17 feel great, but I may go for an even lighter shoe once I sort out my form and build a stronger core.

Huzzah Progress!

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He’s Going the Distance…..

So a while back while I was going through my “social” gmail account (The account which I don’t put on my business card *snaps fingers and points), I was doing my usual junk mail clean out.  The following read on the next e-mail:

“TCS New York City Marath.”

Junk.  But before I went on to the next e-mail, I slowly scanned over to the subject line…

“The 2016 TCS New York City Marathon: You’re In!”

First feeling:

shmoney

Second Feeling:  Uh, I barely ran 13.1.  How am I going survive 26.2?  For a good week I was actually a bit down.  No joke.  Even during my last half, I didn’t actually train.  And boy was that 2 months after terrible.  I was pretty much sidelined due to developing plantar fasciitis.  So I suppose I need to change it up this time.

Step 1)  Run base miles.
The thing that is really freaking me out is getting injured during training.  I feel raising my mileage before the actual training would be beneficial.  The only thing I need to do is not push the pace, which is pretty hard for me as a former sprinter.

Step 2)
Try to set up something to be accountable!
I suppose this is where this blog comes back into play.  In future posts (yes, there will be more posts!), I’ll throw in what I actually ran, and what my game plan is more the week.  I was thinking of just posting a weekly round up but, hey I think this will force me into some kind of routine.

November 6 is still a bit of a ways out there.  Yet, I have a feeling it’s just going to sneak up on me.  Guess I better just lace up and hit the road.

2016. Something good? Something bad? A bit of both?

This seems to be an annual thing for me.  Rediscover a seldom used blog.  Make an initial January 1st post to say “Yeah, I’m going to make this a daily thing.  *Runs and yells*”.  A few months roll by and I have a few entries.  Cycle starts again for the next year.  I can remember only one other instance where I had a blog with consistent entries; Project 365.   That was great but most of my entries are lost because of my photos are lost because of my stupidity.  Whoops.

In any case here I am at the start of 2016.  Spent this one with good company and another city.  Chicago is quite the city.  So yeah our AirBnb just so happens to be in….Trump Towers…..say what you want about the man, but I can’t argue this view from the 41st floor.  Is this a taste of things to come (not necessarily this year)?  This seems to happen quite frequently though.  Last time I had this feeling I was working at Valve’s main hq.  Maybe this is a sign……

41st floor view

41st floor view

I might as well make this in-flight WiFi worth it

*Dusts off wordpress account*.

So August was that last time I’ve been in here huh?  Not to say that my life has been stale and mundane…..but I guess I’ve been actively ignoring this.  Ha yeah I might as well go out and say it.  I haven’t really had a push to update this.  There are times where I’d rather game, stay on my running regimen, sleep, cooking….I guess anything but update this.

WELL THAT ALL STOPS NOW.

Just kidding.  I’m in the middle of a flight back to Atlanta after Thanksgiving weekend.  I paid 20 ish bucks for inflight WiFi and the person sitting next to me is knocked the fuck out after a glass of wine.  Sucks for his boyfriend since he looks a tad scrawny and is struggling to keep his girl upright.  Not to mention that she’s been invading my personal bubble with either her elbows or legs.  Yo ain’t trying to have that miss.

In any case, I think in the following year I’ll try to be a little more consistent in writing in this.  Perhaps once a week?  I think that seems fair.  In addition on just typing out whatever is on the top of my mind which may or may not just be about video games, food, or rants.  Ok rants I’ll try to keep to a minimum.  But if it’s about such subjects as the person next to me on this flight…..I’m sorry but I gotta publish it.

Getting old, but not growing up.

In my childhood, I never had that real American experience of heading to Disneyland with the family that I always saw in the media.  I would live vicariously through other people’s accounts while waiting for the “surprise” gift my parents would potentially give (it never came).  Pouty news aside I was went on with life.  Discovered anime, video games, and the conventions related to them.  Summer of 2009 happened and thus my first experiences came: Anime Expo and Disneyland/California Adventure.  One of the best summers to date (which does include “Epic Summer” moments as dubbed by my college friends).  At that point I thought that this would be the pinnacle of life.

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Fast forward to now.  With the end of this most recent con-season I manage to go to Anime Expo, Otakon, and D23 (disney convention).  Living out my childhood dreams of traveling and just taking in the cultures I love is pretty great.  Sure I would be even more comfortable financial wise if I didn’t go (cross country flight are not cheap as is general con expenses), but to say that this is the happiest I’ve been in my life is an understatement.  Work may not be my taste (for the time being), but having rewards like these are great and make it all worthwhile.  Perhaps maybe for my next portion of my career will combine anime/video games and conventions?  Oh boy……..

Dance. And strategic fisticuffs.

Continuing from my last post, this was my first second wedding where the couple was around my age.  Before that previous one, the couple was always way older (granted, I may have been young as well).  It’s kinda like Vegas, feels like a totally different experience once you hit a certain age.  In anycase, the reception was great.  Food was great, dancing was awesome (especially good when you’re dancing with someone else that doesn’t give an eff what moves you’re doing), and just catching up with friends.  Twas great to travel back home and celebrate this occasion.  Also the view over Lake Washington wasn’t bad.  I’ll be back home to settle eventually.  Buuuuttt…..still got stuff to do on this end of the country.

Jet Set Radio…..without the set…and radio…

I’m at that age where instead of seeing red solo cups in photos I see white dresses and flowers.  Weddings are norm now, and this past weekend was no exception.  My 24 hours ish stay in the state of Washington to attend one of my best friend’s wedding started with catching 6am flight out of Reagon National.  At the time, my cousin whom I am staying at while working in Virginia had no idea I had plans for the weekend (even though I mentioned it heavily for the past 2 weeks).  But I digress.  My travels were as of the following: DCA->DTW (Detroit) -> SEA.  For the 1 hour ish flight to DTW, I basically slept through takeoff and landing.  Maybe it was because I played Ultra Street Fighter IV till 4am or maybe it was because I had the whole row to myself.  In any case, I wish I slept through the next flight of DTW -> SEA.  Landed in SEA after a 3 ish hour flight, got picked up by my girlfriend and came home to some tocino cooked by my mom and a cat that is growing at a ridiculous pace.  Katsu still jumps onto my shoulder, but I don’t think he knows how big he is now. <_<;;.  Nor does he care that his class put holes in my undershirt.  After all that I had about 2 hours to get ready.  An hour ish later I still wasn’t ready because I was playing with Katsu.  Priorities are overrated.

Eventually my girlfriend and I made it to the the wedding.  Daniel, Rom (my other two best friends), and myself still act like high school freshmen when were together, so this was no different.  Cracking jokes and then trying not to laugh to loud in the church.  Even got to the point where we were deciding which hymns were the hypest.  Clearly I’m super young at heart <_< (and probably in need of some reconciliation).

Once the music kicked in and my best friend walked out with her dad and the groom’s mom (I think?  Now I’m started to question myself) down the aisle, serious mode was activated and time pretty much stopped.  She looked so beautiful, and trying to describe that would require me to write this entry till who knows when.  In a time where everything is documented and posted on social media, I just stood there in awe.  Issues from the work week, figuring out vacation dates, managing my budget, looking for a used car, catching a 4am cab to Reagon National, nothing mattered.  The moment was all hers and hers alone.  It may have been daytime but you might have as well shined a spotlight on her.  A person I’ve known since the 2nd grade, where at one time or another I was complete asshole to but at some point in our lives became really good friends, was walking down the aisle in her white dress….it was the best photo I’ve never taken.

Somewhat a good representation…But she didn’t marry an asshole

To my friends who are about to do the same in the near future…and this is mainly directed to the brides to be…your weddings will be perfect.  Yes the stress will rise up from the amount of unforeseen circumstances, but that moment of walking down the aisle with the world’s attention beaming on you…I can only imagine what emotions you’ll feel.

I’ve got to split this post up, my allergies are acting up again.