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I am now almost four months from my 26th birthday, and thus should be far more than halfway done my 25 list. I may not be quite there (I’m currently at 7/25, so, not even close), but in a couple weeks I’ll be able to check something else off.

25) …participate in an underwear run. I mean, I do run to look better naked, after all.

Cupid’s Undie Run will take place on February 12th, and will benefit the research of The Children’s Tumor Foundation. While this race admittedly caught my eye because of the lack of clothing, the cause is a good one and I encourage you to click on the links above. From the run’s official site:

The Children’s Tumor Foundation is the world’s largest non-government organization dedicated to ending Neurofibromatosis (NF) through research. NF is a genetic disorder that causes tumors to grow on nerves throughout the body, causing blindness, deafness, learning disabilities and severe chronic pain. Currently, there is no cure for NF and there are frighteningly few treatment options. The Children’s Tumor Foundation is a Charity Navigator 4-Star charity that prides itself on efficiency, spending 82.4% of its revenue on program expenses and less than 8% on administrative costs.

NF affects roughly 1:3,000 births in the U.S. and is in desperate need of new discovery, which is why 100% of funds raised through Cupid’s Undie Run go directly to the Children’s Tumor Foundation.

And if good causes and naked runners aren’t enough, there’s also the party at the Pour House that day from 2:30pm on! (The run starts at 2pm, if you do want to be on hand for the nakedness.)

Now, while the race is technically sold out, with the exception of 2 charity slots last time I checked, I still (unofficially) encourage you to come out, have a beer, and take your clothes off in solidarity.

After all, in the words of the Undie Run, it’s for the kids…let’s just hope they aren’t watching.

P.S. Even for good causes I strongly dislike asking for money, but, should you feel so inclined, the donation link is both on my gchat and my Facebook. Or feel free to email me – liebchen11@gmail.com. Every little bit helps!

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Nothing says “Welcome back to D.C.” quite like a layer of ice coating your car, biting wind, and freezing temperatures. Especially when you’ve spent the past five days in beautiful, sunny, 80 degree weather.

Last year around this time, the boyfriend went home to run a half-marathon with his family. He raved about it and, quite frankly, gloated about running outside in shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of January.

So this year I went with him, excited to check one more thing off my list.

I went into the race with low expectations. My primary goal was simply to add a new state to my race list, and my secondary goal was to not walk at all on the course. The last two half-marathons I’ve done have not gone well, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up here.

But it was fantastic.

I didn’t PR, by any means, but 1) I didn’t walk, and 2) I also hit my time goal! (Which I didn’t tell anyone about until after the fact…just in case.) The weather was beautiful, the course was flat, and running with the boyfriend, Hermanito, and their dad meant that I saw three familiar faces at the turnaround – all smiling.

This may not have been my best race ever, but it certainly got me back in the running groove, which is exactly what I needed.

 

2:15:55 - my 3rd best time out of 5 half-marathons. I'll take it!

Besides, only in LA would you see a spectator twirling flaming batons while cheering you on.

Priceless.

*All photo credits go to the boyfriend, except for the one of me running. Hermanito’s girlfriend took that and I love her for it considering I never get good running photos. I wonder if she’s available for my next race…

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I have to admit: in high school, I really loved math class. The trig, the calculus – it made sense to me. There were formulas and steps and definitive right answers. It wasn’t that it was easy, exactly, but it was logical. And I liked that.

However, when I got to college, I avoided math (and science) classes like the plague. I was an International Affairs major, thank you very much. I was leaving the world of black and white, right and wrong answers, and entering an entirely new sphere consisting (seemingly) mostly of that gray in between area.

The beauty of International Affairs is that, often, if you argue well enough you can always be “right.”

Of course, there were some math and science credits that Hopkins required, to ensure that they were producing well-rounded students, but there were ways around the difficult courses. Case in point: I took a class called Chance & Risk, whose description stated, “This is a ‘math’ class for humanities majors. Minimal math background required.” We learned about odds and probabilities in numerous contexts and my final group project consisted of assessing (very non-scientifically) the probability of contracting an STD while at Hopkins.

Quality stuff.

Now, though, I’m back in school and in need of a math-esque class again and I don’t see Chance & Risk on the menu anywhere. So, starting tonight, I’ll be taking Quantitative Analysis. I’d tell you what it’s about, but the syllabus reads like an entirely new language to me. There are terms that I’ve only seen as I’ve skimmed through survey methodologies, and mention of a statistical analysis program that the professor promises proficiency in.

We’ll see, Professor.

For right now I’ll settle for understanding the syllabus.

And here I thought Econ was going to be my hardest class.

 

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School starts back up again on Monday.

I have a mere four days left of free afternoons and weekends and I plan to take advantage, because now I know firsthand how much I’ll miss them when they’re gone.

First semester…

…I thought that three hours between work and class would be plenty of time to go for a run.

…I expected to be able to still see my friends most weekends, and get all my school work done.

…I figured that six hours of class a week really wasn’t all that much.

…I knew that I’d have to closely manage my schedule, but anticipated that the time adjustments would be doable.

…I was afraid that I would be far too timid to strike up conversations and make new friends.

Now I know…

…that doing anything other than reading/preparing for class during those three hours will make me feel as though I’m rushing, and potentially stress me out.

…that it’s difficult to see everyone that I want to as much as I want to and that sometimes I need to be selfish with my time. But I also know that even when friends get frustrated with my MIA-ness, it’s only because they miss me.

…that the time spent in class is nothing compared to the amount of time I should be spending on the work outside of the scheduled hours.

…that I have still have things to learn regarding time management – a skill I hope to perfect improve on this semester.

…that I really am becoming more outgoing and that I now have several friends who I’ll be in touch with long after this program is over.

Just more proof that lessons aren’t limited to the classroom.

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