Tonight, I finished my 1.2 miles in a record time of 10'03", baby! Eight weeks ago, I did my first run in a dismal time of 15'54".
That’s an improvement of 5'51", baby!!
Big thanks to everyone that supported me and joined in on my little Nike+ running buddies. After the Oregon Reunion, I’ll be jumping right back on the saddle to complete my next goal — one mile, non-stop.
Dad: hurry up! Mel: hold on! Mel: i need to take a shit after michael Dad: why don’t you use the upstairs toilet? Mel: that toilet sucks! Mel: it always fucking clogs! Dad: the problem isn’t the toilet, son. Dad: the problem is your butt. Mark: we don’t shit little pebbles like you, dad
A nifty little trend that I just started to notice here in SoCal — yogurt shops with fruity toppings. Elisa introduced me to Pinkberry for my first time, but it’s just a little too fruity and tart for me.
Then Meliss told me about a place in Long Beach called Yogurt Land, where you get to choose from a lot more flavors for yourself. Stack it up as high as you want cuz you just pay by the ounce.
Here’s what I got:
New York Cheesecake yogurt, cookies n’ cream yogurt, pralines & cream yogurt, topped with Cap N’ Crunch, cheesecake bites, cookie dough bites, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate syrup and caramel.
So I was having an interesting convo with an international friend whom I’ll refer to as “Jorge”…
Jorge: yeah, I’d get drunk and dance all the time. Jorge: this one girl I knew would make fun of me and call me a “ballerina” Mel: Jorge: but that’s okay cuz I eventually banged her. Mel: Mel: the last time I did crazy drunken dancing was at my cousin’s wedding Mel: hell, that night I discovered I could breakdance Mel: but anyways, it was kinda weird…I couldn’t dance with any girls cuz all the girls were my freakin’ cousins. Jorge: what’s wrong with that? Mel: Jorge: back home we’d dance with our family all the time. Jorge: we’d do that thing where you put your leg between hers and she’d do the same Jorge: and you two would…how do you say….rub? Mel: you mean like grinding? Jorge: yeah. Mel: Mel: yeah, that’s kinda frowned upon here in the states, dude. Jorge: really? Jorge: what about banging your cousins? Mel: Jorge: you can’t bang your cousins?? Jorge: not even if they’re hot? Mel: dude, no!! Mel: I mean, I’m proud to say that I have good looking cousins…but no…that’s just…no… Mel: cuz dude, the way I see it, it’s like Mel: me…my mom…her sisters…their daughters… Jorge: no no no, it’s quite simple: Jorge: there’s your penis…and her vagina. Mel: no no no…it doesn’t work that way… Jorge: but it’s the best! Jorge: cuz it’s like you two grow up together and you have a connection Jorge: and then she’s all pretty and you want to have sex Jorge: she doesn’t have to worry about getting hurt because you’re family! Mel: dude, you just said “sex” and “family” in the same sentence!
So yeah, his little persuasive speech didn’t work on me.