So since I've decided that 28 would be the year I make an attempt to run a marathon. After doing some research and a 2 hr training/workout, I've discovered a few downsides...

1. I'm 28 and not 21. Granted, I don't really care to be 21 again... (Hello? I couldn't even rent a car and I was ridiculously stupid and drunk dialed random people? Pass on 21.) But my body definitely feels all the beatings it took over the years. If anyone tells you that consuming vodka from a plastic bottle is safe, it's probably better to take a shot of sewage water. Plus, my knees hurt and it's like a plastic bubble popping party when I wake up.

2. It's 14 degrees in DC. Yah, it's no secret that I hate the cold. Hence, there's no reason to suspect that I'd find any enjoyment running in the cold. Surprisingly, though, DC is definitely a runner's city. I've been to a lot of places and lived in a few big cities and DC easily takes the cake for having the most runners running everywhere all the time. Even in snow. Is it likely that I'll join them? Maybe when it gets past 35 degrees, but until then, I'm going to claim Californian elitism and declare it a cold day in the town whore's pants before I run in 14 degree weather.

3. I hate running long distance. I consider myself a pretty healthy person. I exercise regularly and I eat more fiber then the porcelin throne can handle. But for some reason, I'd rather spend 90 minutes in a 105 degree room contorted in abnormally uncomfortable yoga positions before I jump up and run 10 miles. I'll have to admit that I use to be a runner of sorts in my early 20s, but mostly because I was fat. No seriously, FAT.

Anyhow, when I was running regularly, it was incredibly peaceful for me. I had time to sort out my thoughts and conflicts and generally felt very at peace. So for that reason, I want to start training. Not a bad resolution, eh?

Man, it's been a really long time since I last posted! i think this may be the longest that I have been silent. Either way, I'm not sure anyone reading, so it doesn't really bother me so much.

Just got back from a wooooonderful trip to Hong Kong, Macau, and last minute trip to Taiwan! For some reason jet-lag this time around has been the biggest pain in the ass. I'm sure it's just b/c i'm on the East Coast and have to add 5 more hours to the jet lag clock, but let's just say... getting up at 3:30 am and watching the ceilings talk makes you want to pound your head into the wall and hope that it knocks you out.

In the meantime, I've been occupying my time by reading the Omnivore's Dilemma, which is the most fascinating book I've read in a long time. So much so that I'm reading all food labels now, refuse to buy anything with high-fructose corn syrup, been eating clean and free of processed foods, and VEGETARIAN. I hardly think that I'll be spending the rest of my life stewing seitan and tofu, but for the time being I think that the animals on PETA's list are safe... unless I decide to go club a seal. I KID.

Alternatively, I've been thinking a lot about processed foods and high fructose corn syrup. For the sheer fact that I was raised by a Costco mom and grew up eating frozen burritos and canned chili, I'm surprised that I'm not glowing neon green already. If 2,000 years from now, archeologists dig up a toxic casket and I'm still perfectly preserved and raidiating corn syrup, there's a reason. So I've decided ... as my new year's resolution... I'm giving up processed foods! Except when I'm on vacation b/c sometimes you just gotta have the nation's finest soda. (Ahem, Apple Sidra!). Actually, I'm still considering this one... is it even feasible? Or maybe I should just give up corn syrup...

I'll give that one more thought.

Anyhow, other resolutions:
1. run marathon.

Recently, something that resembled a bug bite turned into a large lump in my neck. At first, my cyberchondria diagnosed me (thanks WebMD!) that I had leukemia or a large Amazonian parasite that came through my apt plumbing and decided to set up a little ikea bedroom in my neck.

Even though I'm unemployed, my generous BF decided that I can't go without health insurance. So every month, he's been paying $150 for me to have medical coverage just in case I ingest something sketchy in our fridge just because I'm too cheap to throw out 2 week old leftovers. (Hey! It's still good, okay?) However, that adorable thriftiness is also the reason why I rarely go to the doctors. Did you know you have to pay a co-pay?! I can buy shoes with that money!

So, as a result, I let my massive neck lump go without checking in on it. Plus, how many times can you spend hours of quality bonding time with your bf while making up pet names, like Toby the Tumor, for your neck lump?

Anyhow, one day my body went haywire and I decided that I had to finally go see a doctor. Turns out my neck alien is nothing more than a swollen lymph nodes and would clear out in a few days. It was almost anticlimatic since I had spent the last few days reciting my will to anyone who will listen.

BF- shoe collection b/c you won't rub my feet and here is your punishment.
Mother - kitchen utencils so that in case yours breaks you have another one.
Brother - my 2 $40K degrees that's only worth the 50 cents it cost to print on paper-let your kid take it to show and tell
Father - Your-daughter's-a-democrat-Obama/Biden-2008 bumper sticker.
BFF - used book collection so you can sell it on eBay and buy dinner
Anyone else? I got some hairballs in my bathroom waiting for you.

Sure, I don't own very much, but someone's gotta take this junk when I die, right?

Then, at least, I'd have some sort of job.