8 posts tagged “6a”
I accidently overdid the day 1 of this week because I was starting off with the day 2 section. It is getting easier but of course that's because I'm not consistently doing double digits yet. Can't wait until I am!
Day 1: 6,5,3,3,5
Day 2: 6,5,3,3,10
Day 3: 5,5,4,4,11
I remember a time when doing 15 push ups a day were a piece of cake. That was also the age where I was doing shots all night and then get up without a hangover. I miss those days. Thanks Alaina for sharing this as it's a great nudge to get my arms in shape. My initial test was very sad, as I could barely do 6. Weak. On top of that I totally forgot we were starting this on Monday and didn't get to the push ups until 11:25pm. Eek, but I did it. Day 1 was easy enough so I'm looking forward to the next couple of weeks.
Tiff left a gift on my desk this morning: happy tears crafted after her own work along with mini-stickers and a Hello Kitty paper kimono. I about died with glee over the kimono. Ayako (she's in the SF office this entire week) came by shortly after that to hand me a bunny. "I was born in the year of the rabbit!" I exclaimed. She nodded eagerly as if she knew all along. Two gifts in one day. I am a lucky, lucky girl.
There were letters lined along the top of the mailbox when I came home. Has it been that long since I last checked the mail? Apparently so as I yanked open the bulging door and a pile of magazines fell out. For a moment I felt like one of those old spinsters, the ones still living in the same apartment after thirty years and spends days eagerly awaiting the next subscriptions of Mary Kay and Penneys. How did I get here again?
Oh right. Welcome to the new single life. Where friends pack you with condoms, dare you to get "that" guy's number, and graciously pimp you out to their best friend's roommate's cousin, who's really awesome but not your type. Granted I do appreciate that friends are trying to keep me busy. So busy in fact that much of the last month has been one fuzzy dream. I'm not sure I was ever really in the moment. I'd go out, smile, talk, nod, shake hands and make witty remarks at the appropriate times. Yet through all of it, I just felt kind of numb. Sometimes I'd remember where I was and what I was supposed to be feeling. And then I'd just want to go home and eat Oreo cookies.
It's part of the process everyone says. Those blues came yesterday in the late afternoon, making the task at hand suddenly unbearable. Thank goodness for Sarah's idea of hitting the Ferry Building after work. I needed the company. But the dinner high lasted only until I was on the bridge, at which point I proceeded to call everyone on my speed dial list. My dear friends are good cheerleaders and never fail to offer the kind of advice that keeps on giving.
"Keep these things in mind and you'll be fine. Don't die. Don't get an STD. Don't get fired. That's in no particular order btw." said Tyee before wishing me a good night.
Right. Okay, will do.
Went to see Justice last night with Beau and Tatsuhiko. Tiff went as well with her own posse but it was impossible to find anyone in that crowd. Justice is a French electronica music duo known for incorporating rock influences into their music. This was the first time that I got to see them live and they put on an amazing show. The concert was held at the Concourse Pavillion which I personally dislike since it's so big that sound quality often suffers. But when it's techno and the entire warehouse is filled, it's good to have sound vibrating throughout the building. Beforehand we had dinner at Sushi Groove South, drank sake-tinis, ate shrimp heads and shared uni maki rolls. Yummy food and good times.
I realize that I'm almost a week late. But better late than never. Plus there are cute kids here:
