I completed my first road race a few weeks ago, a ten mile race through Midtown Atlanta. Leading up to the race, I didn’t really know what to expect. I knew I would be running ten miles, but what would the rest of it entail?
I woke up race day morning nervous yet excited. I had run ten miles a few weeks before the race, so I knew I could do it. Our race was set to start when it was still dark outside, though the sun would rise shortly after it began. When I looked at the weather forecast, however, it didn’t make a difference. The day was unusually cold, and not only would it be in the 40s when we started, it wouldn’t be any warmer when we finished. Continue reading
My fitness routine seems to change every few months as I try new things, and while I probably should have written this a while ago, it didn’t feel real until my first race. And that first race took place recently, at the PNC Atlanta 10 Miler.
I have never considered myself a runner. Even now, 10 miles later, I don’t consider myself a runner. Continue reading
A few years ago I went to a camp in Asia, and we had a culture class where we got to choose what we wanted to do. The three choices were calligraphy, martial arts, and diabolo. I was going to choose calligraphy, until my mom asked me why I wasn’t picking diabolo. I answered her honestly – I had no idea what it was. When she told me what it was (turns out I actually did know what it was, I just didn’t know what it was called), I switched my choice to the diabolo class.
I’m not sure how to describe a diabolo, but there are two different types. I’ve heard it referred to as a Chinese yo-yo before, but basically there are two parts. The first part is the actual top that spins, and the second is the string that you use to spin the toy. As for the two different types, there is one that is basically two half spheres stuck together from the back, or one where the ends are round like a lid with holes, so when the diabolo spins fast enough, it will whistle. Continue reading
As you know, my garden this year consists of two tomato plants. One is a cherry tomato plant, and the other is an heirloom tomato plant.
The heirloom tomato plants looks pretty good, but tomato-wise, it hasn’t produced a lot. We’ve had exactly two tomatoes. We ate the first one, and we were watching the second one get bigger when one day I went outside and it was gone. There’ve only been a few flowers since the second tomato disappeared, but none of them have become tomatoes. In the past few days, however, I’ve noticed more flowers, so I’m hoping that we’ll have another tomato. Continue reading
I decided to participate in Camp NanoWrimo last month, and while I’ve done it before, this time I took a different approach. One of the nice things about Camp is that you can set your own writing goal. Which is great, unless you’re not quite sure what you’re doing.
Normally I set a goal of 1,000 words per day, and then I try to write a little bit more than that so I have a buffer. This year, I didn’t have a story idea, and I’ve never finished any story in 31,000 words anyways, so I decided to set a time goal. I would start a good habit and dedicate 30 minutes of each day to writing. Continue reading
One of the other new things we did in Asheville was go hiking through the Pisgah National Forest and Dupont State Forest.
This is slightly of topic, but we visited the forests the day after going to Chimney Rock. They are actually located southwest of Asheville, near a little town called Brevard. While we were driving, I was looking out the window and I saw a white squirrel. I immediately called it out and thought it was an albino squirrel, surprised to see the squirrel right after seeing the albino chipmunk. Little did I know, however, that it wasn’t actually an albino squirrel. As we were leaving the area, my mom had picked up some brochures and was flipping through them, and we found out that one of the things Brevard is known for is their white squirrels. Of course, after I heard this I wanted to see another one, hoping to get a closer look, but alas, they were not to be found. Continue reading
Asheville is located in the mountains, so of course when we visited, we had to go hiking! The first day we went to Chimney Rock. I’ve been there before, but things have changed a little, and it’s still an amazing view from the top.
Before when we went to Chimney Rock, we were able to drive to the top and park. This time, we had to park in a lot about halfway up, and a bus shuttled people to the top. We rode the bus to the top, and as we got up there, we found out the reason for this change. It looked like there was a landslide on the mountain, taking out some of the parking and narrowing the roads. It was safer to just have a few buses traveling the road, instead of a bunch of cars and visitors. Continue reading