Go ahead and scoff when I say that I'm only inclined to go the gym at a max of one day a week because that's my filler day, when I don't have time to run outside. Continue to judge, smirk, and tell me "haha not...quite" and question me with a look that says "are you sure that's enough?" when I say I'm set in terms of fitness by doing track workouts and speed skating.

Because while you're sitting behind your nice, beech desk with high-speed internet and being fanned in a well air-conditioned facility, replete with cushy carpets and elevators in case stairs are too much cardio, I'm outside doing actual work: under the searing Sauron's eye of the LA sun, doing plyometrics and strength-training on the steaming, fire-breathing cement and pavement for two hours every Wednesday and Saturday. By the looks of your biceps, which are the size pf overgrown, steroid-filled grapefruits, and your rather bulky upper body--which probably carries enough dough to make pizzas that would feed all of Africa--,your scrawny legs and 11-inch calves would probably shatter from the sheer weight of your unseemly beefiness if you even tried. Come and do bounds with me for 400 meters; it's only because you work at a gym that I give you the benefit of the doubt and say you'll at least make 100 meters before your upper body causes you to capsize.

Maybe using those fancy gym machines is getting to your head: you get yourself to believe that you are just oh so manly pumping all that iron with the equally vain and arrogant guys who never fail to turn their heads in my direction when I step into the weight room, with mocking expressions--"heh, see how much I'M lifting?". But until you tell me that you can haul ass, i.e., pull your own body weight and the full body weight of someone 4 inches taller and 60 pounds heavier than you on a single leg and using only your quads, glutes and core for 35 meters using a contraption that's pretty much a seat belt without the buckle, can you look me straight in the eye and say what I do is inferior to your "workouts".

Join me for a week and we'll see. We'll see how you hold up against 3 days of college varsity track workouts and 2 days of short track speed skating--which includes 1 hour of off-ice training (dryland) outside in 93-degree weather, e.g. accels, plyos, weight/strength-training, circuits and agility drills, straight after a 2-mile run with 3-minutes to stretch, to getting straight onto the ice with only enough time to change into skating gear, skating for 90 minutes--at speeds fast enough that when the skaters come down a straightaway it sounds like a fucking bullet train is about to run the rink over--, getting off the ice and back onto the cement outside the rink to do more dryland.

So no, I'm not interested in using your overcrowded gym, pullulating, with stagnant air that stinks of sweat-drenched socks, and with inconsiderate people who walk on the treadmill for 45 minutes(why not just do that outside?), while others have to stand and wait for their turn. Open your mind and don't be so douchey as to cock your eyebrow at me when I explain my fitness routine when you were the one who asked. I would die to see you try just standing in a pair of speed skates: I won't even bother with asking you to get into the correct skating position because your pampered and perfumed gym legs would shriek and wail once the lactic acid assails your system because you can't squat for more than 10 minutes, whereas we do it for 90. If you even attempted to do skating arm swings, your giant ass arms would probably end up walloping you continuously in the face and you would have to return to the gym the next day and face all your beef-can-shaped buddies with black eyes.

Get your shit together, bro. Don't live under the delusion that you're as man and fit as they come when you haven't done sets of 1-, 2-, 3-minute planks on cement so hot that the skin on your elbows and forearms genuinely burn, scar and peel.




Best,

A tiny 5'4" Asian girl.

"In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore, they had better aim at something high." ~Henry David Thoreau

Ah, Thoreau. I may hate your book, but man do you have some good lines.

So do want you want, no regrets. After all, there's no such thing as impossible, right? :)

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
And I stepped outside
And I was like, Momma, this air bubble right here, it’s gonna make me fly
I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
I touched the net, Mom I touched the net, this is the best day of my life
Air Max’s were next,
That air bubble, that mesh
The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread, in school
I was so cool
I knew that I couldn’t crease ‘em
My friends couldn’t afford ‘em
Four stripes, some Air-didas
On the court I wasn’t the best, but my kicks were like the pros
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
And then my friend Carlos’ brother got murdered for his fours, whoa
See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though
Didn’t wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
You could clown for those Probings, with the velcro
Those were not tight
I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, cuz I wanted to be like Mike, right
Wanted to be him
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in
I wanted what he had, America, it begins

Chorus:
I want to fly
Can you take me far away
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I’ll go so high
I’ll go so high
My feet won’t touch the ground
Stitch my wings
And pull the strings
I bought these dreams
That all fall down

We want what we can’t have, commodity makes us want it
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show ‘em, so exclusive, this that new shit
A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
Look at me, look at me, I’m a cool kid
I’m an individual, yea, but I’m part of a movement
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
Look at what that swoosh did
See it consumed my thoughts
Are you stupid, don’t crease ‘em, just leave ‘em in that box
Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk
That’s my air bubble and I’m lost, if it pops
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
These Nikes help me define me, and I’m trying to take mine, off

[Chorus]

They started out, with what I wear to school
That first day, like these are what make you cool
And this pair, this would be my parachute
So much more than just a pair of shoes
Nah, this is what I am
What I wore, this is the source of my youth
This dream that they sold to you
For a hundred dollars and some change
Consumption is in the veins
And now I see it’s just another pair of shoes



This is poetry. I'm particularly in love with the chorus. <3 I know some of you may not be into hip-hop but I think it's a track worth giving a listen to. This has been playing nonstop on my computer and my iTouch since it came out.

Passion is caring for something, loving something,

dedicating a portion of yourself, your mind,
your heart, and your soul — because you’re
passionate about it.

Passion is the spark for everything. By itself,
passion is never enough. Just like talent is never
enough. But it’s your fire starter.

Without passion, you won’t do something
100 percent. That’s the bottom line.

And what’s the point of doing something if you’re
not doing it 100 percent? 

-Apolo Ohno (Zero Regrets, p 27)

♥ lahv.

I've really no time to make a legitimate post hurr, so I'll just being posting a series of quotes. LOL. I LOVE QUOTES, CAN'T YOU TELL?



"People who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those who are doing it" 

~~George Bernard Shaw

Just wanted to share these lyrics with y'all:

life is one big road
with a lot of signs and turns and twists and curves
even though the road is rocky
i maintain to rock and keep on rockin’


~ "Hey Baby" by Stephen Marley ft. Mos Def

:) Keep on rockin', my lovelies. ♥

Have I posted this before? If I haven't, then SHAME ON ME. Because this is one of the best commercials ever made.

COLLEGE. Simple as that.

I always find the coolest music because of them! I tried looking for "Bluest Skies" by Jessica Penner because it's such a cute song, but it's not on the web! So I settled for her other songs, which are just as nice. :) Enjoy!

www.youtube.com/v/3i0jxOq-dNQ&hl=en_US&fs=1