Today, i ran a mile. I feel good.
It's something that i'd been looking forward to with equal parts excitement and trepidation ever since the unfortunate incident that injured my left knee a little over a month ago.
The past 30 days have been eye-opening. I didn't realize how important running was to me until i was suddenly, violently forced to stop it. Aside from the persistent limp, my body was strangely alien. I felt bloated and heavy. My sleep was erratic and my mood mildly depressed (too depressed to blog about it, even). The worst part came when weather started to warm up: once i saw more people running along the sidewalks i could do nothing but burn up with envy and frustration. But there is an endpoint, and at least my injury was minor, requiring no surgical intervention. Despite the difficulty i had to endure, it was temporary; i can only imagine the horror people go through when the functio laesa is permanent.
Everything was nice and familiar: the gentle rhythmic tapping of the soles of my Mizunos hitting the pavement, the steady thumping of my heartbeat to the pleasant exertion, the quickening of my breath as i picked up the pace. For an admittedly non-athletic person (with a body full of "factory defects" as i jokingly refer to my shortcomings), it feels good get "back in the groove," or - more accurately - to actually have a groove to get back to. Now i won't be able to do the upcoming 25K Riverbank Run, but perchance i'll be up to the 10K.
Things are definitely looking up. When i started my run, the sky was a solid wall of cloudy gray. Somewhere towards the end, the sun peeked through and started to bathe me in its warm glow. It felt perfect: a cool relaxing run on a sunny afternoon. It was as if Nature itself was trying to tell me: No need to worry, everything's going to be all right.
April 11, 2011
March 12, 2011
More Injurious Behavior... with a Comic Interlude
I think i injured myself skiing today.
It was supposed to be our last hurrah for the winter. With the weather warming up and Daylight Savings Time expiring tonight, the timing was perfect.
And in deference to El Cheapo, we also used a Crystal Mountain Groupon.
Unfortunately, during one of our runs - on a measly green slope! - i wiped out and twisted my left knee. The medial knee pain was immediate, but fortunately subsided by the time the "Ski Patrol" arrived, hence i avoided the indignity of being carted away by a snowmobile. Actually, i was still able to ambulate and get in a few more (green) runs after then.
But the pain just kept getting worse. And by the time we got to the house, i was hobbling around like... well, House. Sans the Vicodin.
On diagnosing myself, i think it's most likely a medial collateral ligament tear... a minor one. The worst case scenario would be a medial meniscus injury, which would be devastating.
(Yes, i am a hypochondriac. I looked up "hypochondriac" and i have all the symptoms.)
Oh well, only time will tell.
On a lighter note, we were at least able to watch part of the "Slush Cup" before we left. To sum up what it is - people ski/snowboard down a slope and try to make it over a decent-sized man-made body of water. Predictably, most people didn't make it.
Every once in a while, somebody is able to do it... and in spectacular fashion:
Well, even if i sustained a horrible injury (although at this point it's still uncertain just how horrible), at least i was entertained.
It was supposed to be our last hurrah for the winter. With the weather warming up and Daylight Savings Time expiring tonight, the timing was perfect.
And in deference to El Cheapo, we also used a Crystal Mountain Groupon.
Unfortunately, during one of our runs - on a measly green slope! - i wiped out and twisted my left knee. The medial knee pain was immediate, but fortunately subsided by the time the "Ski Patrol" arrived, hence i avoided the indignity of being carted away by a snowmobile. Actually, i was still able to ambulate and get in a few more (green) runs after then.
But the pain just kept getting worse. And by the time we got to the house, i was hobbling around like... well, House. Sans the Vicodin.
On diagnosing myself, i think it's most likely a medial collateral ligament tear... a minor one. The worst case scenario would be a medial meniscus injury, which would be devastating.
(Yes, i am a hypochondriac. I looked up "hypochondriac" and i have all the symptoms.)
Oh well, only time will tell.
On a lighter note, we were at least able to watch part of the "Slush Cup" before we left. To sum up what it is - people ski/snowboard down a slope and try to make it over a decent-sized man-made body of water. Predictably, most people didn't make it.
Every once in a while, somebody is able to do it... and in spectacular fashion:
Well, even if i sustained a horrible injury (although at this point it's still uncertain just how horrible), at least i was entertained.
March 7, 2011
February 26, 2011
Dinner Theater
A few months ago, Gianina bought a Groupon to a "Murder Mystery" dinner at Brann's Steakhouse. Since we've never been to either one, we thought it'd be a good way to hit the proverbial two birds.
Well, the dinner was tonight. In a nutshell, members of the audience - while enjoying dinner - are assigned certain characters to play (complete with biographies) and tasked to solve a murder.
I was expecting to just sit back and be entertained. But as is the usual case when i try to mind my own business, i was accosted by a member of the cast and made to become part of the show.
The character i played was named Sylous. The name evokes fond memories of the NBC show "Heroes," but alas Sylous is nowhere as cool as Sylar. Instead, he is the sleazy purveyor of a pornographic periodical called "The Naked Ankle."
(I forgot to mention that the mystery is set in the late 1920s. Apparently exposed ankles were considered pretty titillating back then.)
It makes me wonder how they selected members of the audience to be part of their "cast." Generally, people looked their part. A burly gentleman was cast sort of a "mob enforcer" and the guy who played the milkman looked... well, like a milkman. I guess there's just something creepy about me that screams "sleazebag!"
I won't spoil the story by going into details. Suffice to say that it was moderately entertaining, especially if you try to get into it. I even finished the night with some recognition for my efforts.
Did you miss it? Here's a bigger version:
All i can say is.... lol.
Anyway, in case anyone's interested, there's still shows going on at Brann's until early March. It also looks like they're doing events all over the country. Check them out here.
Well, the dinner was tonight. In a nutshell, members of the audience - while enjoying dinner - are assigned certain characters to play (complete with biographies) and tasked to solve a murder.
I was expecting to just sit back and be entertained. But as is the usual case when i try to mind my own business, i was accosted by a member of the cast and made to become part of the show.
The character i played was named Sylous. The name evokes fond memories of the NBC show "Heroes," but alas Sylous is nowhere as cool as Sylar. Instead, he is the sleazy purveyor of a pornographic periodical called "The Naked Ankle."
(I forgot to mention that the mystery is set in the late 1920s. Apparently exposed ankles were considered pretty titillating back then.)
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| Like the hat? |
It makes me wonder how they selected members of the audience to be part of their "cast." Generally, people looked their part. A burly gentleman was cast sort of a "mob enforcer" and the guy who played the milkman looked... well, like a milkman. I guess there's just something creepy about me that screams "sleazebag!"
I won't spoil the story by going into details. Suffice to say that it was moderately entertaining, especially if you try to get into it. I even finished the night with some recognition for my efforts.
Did you miss it? Here's a bigger version:
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| Note: although it says "The" Best Actor, there were actually two of us. |
Anyway, in case anyone's interested, there's still shows going on at Brann's until early March. It also looks like they're doing events all over the country. Check them out here.
February 19, 2011
Rude, Lazy, Disengaged
I saw it on Good Morning America a few days ago (link to ABC News here). A teacher in Pennsylvania named Natalie Munroe was excessively candid in her blog (which has since been taken down and replaced with this one) and called some of her students "rude, lazy, disengaged whiners." Other quotable quotes in describing the students in question include, "although academically okay, your child has no other redeeming qualities," and "a complete and utter jerk in all ways."
I take exception to this. I was never a whiner.
I can however attest to the fact that i truly was a complete and utter jerk to most of my teachers in high school. I thought i was cooler, smarter, and had more money than those losers standing up front. I am now of course older and wiser (please click here for context), but this in no way mitigates my abhorrent behavior in my younger years.
Whether how i acted is a fair representation of all high school students or not is a moot point, because let's face it: kids can be a-holes. Sometimes - que horror! - they might even pick this up from their overprotective parents. So instead of shooting the messenger who tells us what we already know, we should reflect on the message and figure out how we can make it better.
I take exception to this. I was never a whiner.
I can however attest to the fact that i truly was a complete and utter jerk to most of my teachers in high school. I thought i was cooler, smarter, and had more money than those losers standing up front. I am now of course older and wiser (please click here for context), but this in no way mitigates my abhorrent behavior in my younger years.
Whether how i acted is a fair representation of all high school students or not is a moot point, because let's face it: kids can be a-holes. Sometimes - que horror! - they might even pick this up from their overprotective parents. So instead of shooting the messenger who tells us what we already know, we should reflect on the message and figure out how we can make it better.
Another Reason to Teach the Kids Filipino
Back in 2006, when i was still fairly active posting on doktorko.com, i wrote a blog post called "Why Can't Filipino-Americans Speak Filipino?" It was (if i may say so myself) a decently-researched, fairly coherent rant lamenting the Filipino parent's apparent lack of interest in teaching his/her American-raised children their mother tongue. The original post can be found here. (I've actually imported it into this blog as well, but i'd like to send some traffic Dr. Barias' way.)
Anyway, the evidence seems to keep coming in. Now they're saying that being bilingual could possibly stave off Alzheimer's disease.
I guess these kids will have just one more reason to complain when they grow up. On the upside, they might forget their angst when they hit sixty.
Anyway, the evidence seems to keep coming in. Now they're saying that being bilingual could possibly stave off Alzheimer's disease.
I guess these kids will have just one more reason to complain when they grow up. On the upside, they might forget their angst when they hit sixty.
February 17, 2011
Inappropriate?
Since Gianina is in Chicago towards the end of every week, Adrian and i have made Thursdays our "Boys Night Out." While the night's activities are never set in stone - sometimes we just stay in and watch a DVD, and sometimes we go to the mall - we typically go out for dinner before deciding on what else to do.
This week we went to the local Quaker Steak and Lube for some chicken. Aside from being neglected for five minutes after sitting down at our table (try listening to a toddler saying "I'm thirsty" incessantly for five minutes, and you'll know how it can seem like an eternity), dinner was uneventful. I did however espy something odd going on at the bar:
Missed it? Let me point it out for you:
That guy is reading his Amazon Kindle... while sitting at the bar, where everyone else is watching sports and having a good time.
Now, i know it's a free country, but it just seemed weird to me. In this increasingly digital world, the sheer technological aspect may make this slightly more acceptable. But, translating it into its analog counterpart - walking into a sports bar, sitting down to order a beer (and maybe some hot wings), and then suddenly whipping out a pocketbook (or worse, a textbook) - reveals how simply ridiculous it is.
It makes me wonder about the other inappropriate stuff that's slowly seeping into our lives, mainly because technology has outpaced social conventions: checking email and playing games while at a business meeting, ignoring common courtesy when conversing online, and interrupting real-world interactions to answer a call on our nifty little bluetooth headsets.
Of course the latter example crosses beyond simple inappropriateness into the realm of actual douchebaggery, but that's exactly the point: technology may be cool, but unless we put it in its place, we'll all just end up douchebags. Or dorks who read Kindles at the sports bar.
This week we went to the local Quaker Steak and Lube for some chicken. Aside from being neglected for five minutes after sitting down at our table (try listening to a toddler saying "I'm thirsty" incessantly for five minutes, and you'll know how it can seem like an eternity), dinner was uneventful. I did however espy something odd going on at the bar:
Missed it? Let me point it out for you:
That guy is reading his Amazon Kindle... while sitting at the bar, where everyone else is watching sports and having a good time.
Now, i know it's a free country, but it just seemed weird to me. In this increasingly digital world, the sheer technological aspect may make this slightly more acceptable. But, translating it into its analog counterpart - walking into a sports bar, sitting down to order a beer (and maybe some hot wings), and then suddenly whipping out a pocketbook (or worse, a textbook) - reveals how simply ridiculous it is.
It makes me wonder about the other inappropriate stuff that's slowly seeping into our lives, mainly because technology has outpaced social conventions: checking email and playing games while at a business meeting, ignoring common courtesy when conversing online, and interrupting real-world interactions to answer a call on our nifty little bluetooth headsets.
Of course the latter example crosses beyond simple inappropriateness into the realm of actual douchebaggery, but that's exactly the point: technology may be cool, but unless we put it in its place, we'll all just end up douchebags. Or dorks who read Kindles at the sports bar.
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