Monthly Archive: March 2010

Alex Trebek’s mustache

Back in high school, instead of taking part in all of the physical extra-curricular activities, I was more than likely a participant in the things that had more a mental bend. As such, through the first few years I was an active participant in the DPCDSB Math League. Heck, we even won the championship one of those years. Later on, I was an active participant in the school’s Reach For The Top team. I’m not going to lie, I got such a kick out of competitive trivia. I loved playing around with the various buzzers that we had. It finally seemed like my repository of useless information actually had a use. Our team actually got to the top of Peel Region, allowing us to make it to the provincials in Kingston, Ontario. Yes, we were great. More specifically, I was awesome. We didn’t do so well in Kingston. In fact, we lost a shit load of games there. I swear, if I had a stronger supporting team we would have done better, but whatever: all in the past now.

Earlier, I was hanging out with some 20SB people over at Fionn MacCools. The place was having a trivia night. I was kind of excited, because it was giving me an opportunity to dust off my dormant skills. The questions weren’t so bad, but I was kind of surprised just how many of them I wasn’t able to get. Don’t get me wrong, we did well. I’d even say we did awesomely, however, there were many teams that did a lot better. Perhaps on some level I’m just a little bit sad about not having a better handle on everything. Jason circa 1998-1999 would be able to run circles around me. I guess though, in the end, trivia really doesn’t matter. I mean, that’s why it’s called “trivia” right? Of course, I can’t lose sight of the best thing about last night: I was able to hang out with some fun and classy ladies. We had a good time.

Change of season, change of avatar

Just a small post tonight. As I was going through my Twitter list, I’ve been noticing that a good number of people have been updating their avatars. I guess it has something to do with the change of season. I kind of felt jealous so I opened up Photo Booth on my MBP and started taking random shots. After some consultation, I decided to go with the following one.

I think specifically I like the hair and the intensity I have in the eyes. Works for me!

Running log: 2010/03/21

As I go through my running journey, I feel like I’m trying to take a relaxed approach (relatively speaking, I guess) while striving to reach little goals I’ve set for myself along the way. All of this has been a very personal struggle, and really, I didn’t expect anyone but me to feel involved with my story. Of course though, I don’t exist in isolation. I’m in a lot of contact with fellow runners through Running Room, and with a lot of people through social media outlets. Sure, it seems obvious now when I think about it, but it seems that I’ve had something of a positive effect on those around me.

For me, one reason my story is powerful because of my starting point. I had every reason to give up in the first few weeks. The associated pain was horrific at times. I was also constantly far behind everyone else, ensuring that I had to keep my sense of humility, and that I had to be sure that I was doing it because I really wanted to be doing it. It can get really lonely at the back, you know? From there, I stayed consistent with my training to the best of my ability, and surely I eventually got better.

Due to all of my resulting triumphs, I’ve gotten a bit of attention. Whenever I tell my story, I feel like people are able to relate, and see themselves in my struggles. It almost seems a little bit cliché when I say it, but if I can find success, then I know that others can as well. During my runs, if I happen to be running with a bunch of people who’re new to the group, I share so many tips and experiences to ease any worries that they may have. I kind of feel like all of this positivity and good will has built a fair bit of momentum. I’m still surprised though whenever I hear someone tell me that I’ve inspired them in one way or another. It’s such a good feeling. It tells me that I must be doing something right.

I’m not the fastest person out there. I’m not the strongest, or the most experienced. I don’t run marathons on a monthly basis. I guess I make up for a lot of that by having a lot of heart. I take pride in my small personal accomplishments. As long as I put emphasis on how important all of those are to me, I know that other people can follow that by example.

Reclaiming Saturdays

When my improv classes on Saturdays ended a few weeks ago, I was telling my classmates just how glad I was that the new classes would be on Mondays. When they’d ask why, I told them that I was just glad to have my Saturdays back. It’s true: having a class right in the middle of the day is kind of disruptive. In response, they’d usually respond by agreeing and talking about how it prevents someone from hanging out all day. I just smile and nod at the notion. Secretly though, I knew that was pretty much untrue in my case. Sure, I go out now and then on Saturdays, but in all likelihood I’m more likely to be at home. So, it’s not that I want to reclaim Saturdays so that I can go out, but rather to have the freedom to not doing anything if I wanted to.

And I exercised that freedom today. It was glorious.

The size of the city

As much as I’ve been increasing my walking distances, the one thing I never even really attempted to do was to try walking all the way from work to home. That’s a good 15 kilometre trek. Usually, I start heading that way and 1 or 2 hours in fatigue would kick in and I’d head underground to the subway to just ride in the rest of the way. Well, after a frustrating day at work (yeah, another one; go figure) I decided to just try for it. On Google Maps it stated that it would take 3 hours to walk home, but I knew that I’d have to tack on another half hour to that. If figured that, as usual, if I got tired I’d just take the subway.

The first hour and a half was just fine. After all, I was used to being out there for that long on my really long walks. I passed through some really interesting areas. I was mildly uncomfortable in some neighbourhoods, but overall I knew that I was safe. The route I took was almost completely new to me. I saw parts of the city that I had only ever heard about. For example, I have friends that used to go to Riverdale Collegiate. I was a bit surprised to find myself walking through that neighbourhood. Farther north, I was just focusing on my breathing when I looked left and surprised myself: I found myself across from the Toronto Jail. I started wondering what kinds of criminals were housed within.

At around the halfway point I decided to duck into McDonalds and get a small order of fries to replenish some energy. In the end, that was a good idea because the whole trek really wore me out. Instead of following along the subway route I decided to head further north and take a parallel road. In doing so I was really committing myself to walking the whole way. I mean, sure, I could have just gone back south to a subway station, but there was enough distance to make it a less desirable option. At worst, I knew that the road I was on had a bus route that I could ride if I wanted to bail out. The sun quickly set and I found myself trying to make sense of where I was in the evening light. While walking through Old East York, I remember thinking how it seemed safe, but kind of boring. I saw a large amount of senior citizens milling about.

I was into my fourth hour of walking when I really felt the darkness setting in. My levels of fatigue were really high. I was really tempted to just take the bus for the remainder of the trip, but I knew I was close and that I’d regret it if I gave up. The final two or three kilometres was really hilly. I was trying to use the walk to boost my mood, and it did for a while, but at this point I was pretty miserable. I just wanted the damn walk to end. Eventually, I did make it to the subway station close to my place, after which I just slowed things down (even more) and eased myself up to my building. The total time: 3 hours, 35 minutes. And I did all this carrying my messenger bag, and in my day-to-day work shoes. I just really too tired to my useful at the moment.

You know, I always knew that Toronto is a damn huge city. Still, it’s hard to really imagine what “huge” means. Most of the time I’m either travelling my car or by subway, and neither really helps to give an appreciation for distance, you know? It really take a good walk to make the city’s size clear. Heck, it’s not even like I crossed the whole width of the place. Now that I’ve made this trek, I feel like I have a decent grasp of how big this place is. Aaaah, and now that I’ve done it once, I never have to do it again. Seriously. If I ever talk about doing this walk again, just punch me…or something.

Light sides, dark sides

I was feeling a little blue at work today due to a little navel-gazing. You know, I’d like to say that this doesn’t happen often, but anyone that knows me knows that that’s a downright lie. That’s really a big part of my personality. I’m constantly analyzing and second-guessing myself. If I’m not careful, it’s fully too easy to sink into a state of mind where I just declare myself to be a bad person.

Absurd, right?

And what makes me think that I’m so unique in that regard? HA!

So what was wrong today? Well, I was just reflecting on the fact that I hold long-lasting grudges. I know, it’s not healthy for anyone to hold onto ill will, but I kind of buy into the fact that it would be a disservice to myself to totally forget any hurt that someone caused me in the past. I guess the key phrase in this situation is to forgive but not forget. Well sure, the not forgetting part is easy: the forgiveness part is much tougher. More often than not I just don’t find myself feeling quite so charitable.

There. See? Bad!

Yeah, I know, in the end the person that’s hurt the most by all of this negative energy is myself. Part of me acknowledges this and willingly takes on the pain. It’s part of what makes me aware of my dark sides, I guess. As long as I do so though, I have to make sure that I don’t get too absorbed in it all. It’s a tough balance to find. When things are off balance that’s when I start feeling down. I don’t know. Isn’t it important to embrace both your light sides and your dark sides? You can’t ignore one over the other. Together, both form a whole.

DST hell

I’ve been refraining from bitching about Daylight Saving Time only because doing so is pretty cliché: no matter how you cut it, it’s tough to deal with. Circadian rhythms are thrown out of whack, and nothing ever feels right until a week later. Usually I’m able to deal with it easily enough, but this year it seems to have hit me particularly hard. I haven’t been able to wake up early, and I’ve been pretty comatose on the train. It’s a miracle I haven’t yet shot past my stop forcing me to double back. The grogginess stays with me onto my streetcar ride, and right to my desk, where I can’t help but lay my head on my desk for a few seconds to get a few brief moments of stillness. There have been a few times where I’ve been tempted to call in sick just to be able to catch up.

Yeah, I’m sure all will be fine soon enough, but….graaaaaaaaaaagh.

Still have it in the kitchen

Honestly, I haven’t really been cooking meals for myself in the past while. Very frequently I’ve come home just feeling exhausted and not hungry. And when I’ve been hungry I’ve just been opting for quick out-of-the-box stuff. Yeah, kind of embarrassing, eh? One of my coping mechanisms has been to just eat enough while I’m at work such that there’s no need to eat any more by the time I get home, except for, perhaps, a small snack. Anyway, this afternoon I decided that I needed to break the cycle. I wanted to make an effort and cook a proper dinner this evening.

I knew that I had a prime rib roast in the freezer that I could defrost pretty quickly. I usually end up doing a pot roast, but this time I wanted to make it an oven roast. And, of course, I knew that a good pairing for the roast would be a Yorkshire pudding. I started working out my plan of attack at work. The cooking method for the roast looked simple enough. The recipe for the Yorkshire pudding was dead easy as well–I just dumped it all into a blender and let it do its thing. So, after defrosting the roast, I put a spice rub onto the fatty part of the meat and stood it up vertically. I put the roast in a 450°F oven for 15 minutes to sear the meat. After that I turned it down to 350°F and cooked it for the remainder of the time. After I took out the meat, I poured the batter into the pan with all of the meat drippings. I stuck it back into a 400°F oven for about half an hour. When all was said and done everything looked absolutely awesome. I’m quite proud of the results. It was all so tasty. It shows me that I still know what I’m doing in the kitchen.

Of course, I took pictures of everything that I made. Naturally! Here:

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