2008 20 January :: 1.42 pm
:: Mood: hungry
:: Music: Relient K - Be My Escape (Acoustic)
Figured I needed to update this. I'm now in my second semester at Oakland. I kinda like it here, so I'll finish out here. I'm pretty used to not knowing anyone, ha, I see new people everyday. But I do see Pat more often that not, so it makes life easier to see someone I've known for 6+ years.
I started running again. I'm not sore today from yesterday's 25 minute run in the cold, just a little bit of tightness in my right shin. I'm still debating going out for a quick one today, but its supposed to be like -20 out with the windchill, so I may just wait til Monday.
I've pretty much going through my entire routine twice a day now, more depending on if I run that day.
If I run I only do the routine at night. If I don't run, I do it in the morning and then again at night.
Its mostly several sets of crunches, sit-ups, push ups, up downs, and other various stuff. I do about 150 crunches, then 25 push ups, straight to about 90 seconds of up downs and then other random things over again without break, its tiring, but I think it'll pay off. For strength work every couple days I either chop wood in the cold or go into the basement and pick up and move around the boxes of tile or bags of grout. That's how I got into shape at work, and its more dynamic than working out in a weightroom.
Also, my Irish is now getting better. Its getting close to pass the little spanish I know. I've been watching Aifric a lot, haha, it sounds weird. I'm 20 and I'm watching a tv show for teens, but its at a level I can somewhat understand.
Here's a couple Irish sayings or toasts I came across that I like:
Here's to women's kisses,
and to whiskey, amber clear;
Not as sweet as a woman's kiss,
but a darn sight more sincere!
"Faol saol agat, gob fliuch, agus bás in Éirinn."
Long life to you, a wet mouth, and death in Ireland.
There are only three kinds of Irish men who can't understand women— young men, old men, and men of middle age.
first breath after coma