true reprieve today=yoga. last night thought i'd sleep in (set alarm to 7:40), but i now have a 6:40 wakeup pee routine that i can't break. and then hard to fall asleep again...yoga for an hour=relaxing. i'm a noodle again, not because of exertion, but the kind you become after sitting in an onsen for a day. party tonight? who knows.

gave my feet a reprieve and ellipticalled at resistance 10 for 30 min while watching frasier. i love that show. hardly broke a sweat, but afterwards i felt floppy, weak, way too relaxed. like there was wind coming out of my hands. calorie deficient? i would've thought so, except yesterday i ate: 1 apple, muesli, sashimi-don lunch set, small coffee, 6 chocolate digestives, 2 packs of japanese rice crackers, 1 big mac, 1 chicken nugget, 1 tofu cheesecake slice, 1 woah smoothie, 1 large bag of chips, 1 yogurt (~2800 calories on a rough estimate). 1 would think that would last me through today. today, i've eaten: 1 apple, 1 soy cappuccino, 1 papaya, 1 pack of japanese rice crackers. and i'm in hunter mode. HUNGRY. (i think). i've just ordered a peanut butter cold noodles, veg, + soup with chunks of dough in it (for lack of better translation), but it won't get here till like 2 pm...what prey. i don't understand why i'm this hungry. i don't i don't. i've been hunting since 9:30 this morning...the coffee stayed the beast for an hour or so...and now it's back. today might go very badly in terms of food.

endorphining like mad...compounded by lack of sleep. can't focus. almost didn't go this morning, but i've never been sorry for having run. decided to push with the ipod. first song at 12.5, second at 13, third at 13.5, then come down again. five songs=5k, roughly. achieved the incline...flatlined on the decline. couldn't come down from 13.5 to 13 (flatfooting)...dropped all the way to 12, where i ran the rest (1.8k). 23:40 5k. how the mighty have fallen...in london, i used to go from 13 to 14 and stay at 14 for the rest. oh well, still a good change of pace (punny).

thinking about it tho, it means my 12 paced runs don't even elicit endorphins...truly cruising. my feet are the only things showing accrued damage. if i take a day off, it'll be because my feet hurt. i don't mind cruising. it's a good routine.

second capieora class today. two hours...lots of lunging motion. my left quad is destroyed, whereas my right quad is relatively fine. i guess that's to be expected. also got a blister on my left big toe. annoying. my left kick tends to lag my right. i guess i should work on that. also need to work on not adopting a side stance. i'm not used to squaring my hips to my opponent...my instinct is to block with the wrong arm. i wonder how far i'll go in this...most of the classes are too early for me to attend. the professor of capieora, zen, has wise eyebrows and calm eyes. he needs to be in a kungfu movie...seed of the dragon or something. i need to stop eating so many chips if i'm gonna feel bloated and salty for days afterwards.

joined a gym this week for two years. i've never been able to get the stupid dvd player on the treadmills to work correctly. ran 6k monday night at 12 kmph (my right quad was still sore from sat and sun frisbee...kinda sad because sat, all i did was throw, but i did do a lot of low forehand breaks). tues morning, did movement prep a and b, prehab core, hips, elasticity from weeks 4-6 of last year. the hot guy in the room doing yoga/some type of forms for martial arts didn't hurt either. right, so my legs felt really good and i was totally amped for pickup wednesday night. but then i finally decided to go to the doctor on the company's tab to see if i couldn't beat this sore throat once and for all. the guy gave me some sketchy pills that basically made me feel like i had a full on cold. put me into zombie mode for the rest of the week. nothing but eating and sleeping...surviving off lozenges, muesli, and fruit (and the odd curry). this morning, finally dragged myself to the gym again, but only ran 2 miles (but at 13 kmph)...i was all set to do a fast 5k while watching the patriots win the superbowl (on dvd), but the dvd player crapped out. and then my ipod crapped out. at least there were a lot of mirrors so i could watch myself run. tonight, gonna try to make it back in time for the 7:30 body combat class.

conceptually, the difference between 2 miles and 3 miles is nothing. 8 min of running is nothing, child's play. next time you want to quit at two miles, remember that. you can't even buy a fucking coffee in 8 min, and that's that. haha, but apparently i can chant the multiplication table in under 2 min. that's how bored i was. i almost did it twice.