I had no posts in February not because I couldn't think of anything to write, but because I would start a post, get bored with it halfway through, and never finish it. I have a knack for doing that a lot and then never going back to finish what I started and often wondering what the heck I was trying to say in the post to begin with. So I finally decided to go back and attempt to finish what I started, or just publish them as is...
Part of it is because I think most of what I write is stupid and pointless and who would care to read it? But I have to remember that I'm not making anyone read my blog. I'm just publicly sharing my thoughts for anyone who happens to be interested in them. So write what you're passionate about. And if you don't like what you see, don't read it!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Variety is the Spice of Life
Runners come in about as much of a variety as do ice cream flavors. Of course, there are the sprinters and the marathoners, but that's does not even begin to describe how many different types of runners there are. Over the last year and a half of racing, I have met runners who barely break a sweat after running 20 miles and runners who are completely drenched in sweat as if they just got out of a pool after running only a couple miles. There are runners who swear by the treadmill while others refuse to run anywhere but outdoors (even through 20" of snow). There are trail runners and road runners, night runners and morning runners. There are the extremely loud panters who sound like they're dying and god forbid they draft you because it'll feel like they're breathing down your neck. There are quiet runners who completely zone out and loud chatty runners who run their mouths as much as their feet. There's the extremely fast runners who excel at short-distance races and fall apart at any race lasting more than 3 hours. Then, there are those who have great endurance and can keep running forever at a solid pace but suck when a race calls for speed. I guess that's why they make races at such a great variety of distances from 100 meter sprints to 100 milers.
And of course, let's not forget the less traditional runners, such as the stroller joggers and barefoot runners. Some people even become local characters that every person in the running community recognizes and can instantly spot in any race, such as the joggler (jogs and juggles at the same time) and the crazy ultra lady who always wears those crazy leopard-print outfits.
People's reasons for running are also a source of diversity. Some run for charity, others run for their own health. Some run to relieve tension and stress, others to lose weight. Some people are just looking for something new to do and enjoy the social aspects of joining a running community. Some run to achieve personal goals, others run to inspire others. Some run as a tribute to/in memory of a lost loved one. Still, others run to turn their life around (check out http://www.backonmyfeet.org/).
There is even diversity amongst different running clubs. After running with the Montgomery County Road Runners Club for the past year, I recently decided to check out the Howard County Striders. While MCRRC offers a lot more structure and organization, HCS is much smaller and has more of a close-knit family feel to it. Because I like what each of them has to offer, I now hold dual membership to both clubs!
The best part about the running community is just when you think you've met the craziest runner out there, someone crazier comes along. And there is just as much of a variety of crazy as there are runners. Some go for distance and aim to finish a 100 mile race. Others go for quantity and try to run as many races in a year as possible. Last weekend, I met someone who ran 103 races total last year (54 of them were half-marathons), often running back-to-back races in a weekend and even multiple races in a day sometimes. I have never even fathomed running more than one race in a weekend, let alone in a day! And today, I read about a woman who is running 52 marathons in 52 weeks to raise funds for 52 South African AIDS orphans (http://www.52beginnings.com/). There is no clearly defined physical limit to the human body, so people are always trying to push the limits and see what else they can accomplish.
And that is what I love (and sometimes also hate) about running! It is so versatile that you can never run out of goals to aim for.
And of course, let's not forget the less traditional runners, such as the stroller joggers and barefoot runners. Some people even become local characters that every person in the running community recognizes and can instantly spot in any race, such as the joggler (jogs and juggles at the same time) and the crazy ultra lady who always wears those crazy leopard-print outfits.
People's reasons for running are also a source of diversity. Some run for charity, others run for their own health. Some run to relieve tension and stress, others to lose weight. Some people are just looking for something new to do and enjoy the social aspects of joining a running community. Some run to achieve personal goals, others run to inspire others. Some run as a tribute to/in memory of a lost loved one. Still, others run to turn their life around (check out http://www.backonmyfeet.org/).
There is even diversity amongst different running clubs. After running with the Montgomery County Road Runners Club for the past year, I recently decided to check out the Howard County Striders. While MCRRC offers a lot more structure and organization, HCS is much smaller and has more of a close-knit family feel to it. Because I like what each of them has to offer, I now hold dual membership to both clubs!
The best part about the running community is just when you think you've met the craziest runner out there, someone crazier comes along. And there is just as much of a variety of crazy as there are runners. Some go for distance and aim to finish a 100 mile race. Others go for quantity and try to run as many races in a year as possible. Last weekend, I met someone who ran 103 races total last year (54 of them were half-marathons), often running back-to-back races in a weekend and even multiple races in a day sometimes. I have never even fathomed running more than one race in a weekend, let alone in a day! And today, I read about a woman who is running 52 marathons in 52 weeks to raise funds for 52 South African AIDS orphans (http://www.52beginnings.com/). There is no clearly defined physical limit to the human body, so people are always trying to push the limits and see what else they can accomplish.
And that is what I love (and sometimes also hate) about running! It is so versatile that you can never run out of goals to aim for.
Monday, March 22, 2010
National Marathon
Often times, seasoned runners can get so wrapped up in timing that they forget what lured them into the sport in the first place. Enjoying the race route, high-fiving the crowd, and chatting it up with fellow runners becomes replaced with constantly checking one's watch to stay on pace to make sure they beat that clock. The best part of a first race for any distance (be it a 5K or 50 miler) is that just finishing the event sets a PR. With each race that follows, one feels the need to set a new PR to make that event worthwhile.
Going into National, I didn't really know what to expect. I didn't feel any pressure to meet a specific time goal and decided I just wanted to enjoy the race for what it is: a run through history as they promote on their website. This winter had been plagued with endless weekend snowstorms and I only put in one 19 mile, two 14 mile, one 12 mile, and two 10 mile training runs in preparation. On the other hand, I have noticed that the track workouts from the Speed Development Program have made me more comfortable with running at faster paces and I PRed in a rolling hills 10 miler by over 5 minutes. So I decided I was going to start National at a faster pace than previous marathons and see how long I could last and how much more work I need to put in to qualify for Boston. No specific time goal. No specific pace to stay on. Just run it based on how I was feeling at the moment.
THURSDAY:
On Thursday night, I had a really bizarre dream that took place on the Friday before the marathon. In the dream, I woke up on Saturday morning at 10 am and thought, "$@#! I should be done the race in an hour and it takes about an hour to get to DC, I am not going to make it." I already wasn't looking forward to having to wake up at 3:30 AM and this got me even more paranoid.
FRIDAY:
My one complaint about this race is that I think they should've held the packet pickup/expo over two days because dealing with Friday traffic is not a very fun way to spend your evening. I was lucky that I got to leave work early, but I still hit traffic on the way home.
RACE DAY:
I was startled awake by my alarm going off at 3:30 AM and fell out of bed and gave myself a bruise. I thought, "Crap! I haven't even run the race yet and I already have a bruise!" It was so weird to put on shorts and a singlet that morning after months of running bundled up in multiple layers, a hat, and gloves. I got to the College Park metro station at 4:55 AM. The metro opened at 5 AM to accomodate the marathon. It was a nippy 40 degrees out. I had a jacket and pants on but was still shivering and wished I had another layer and a hat. I even contemplated keeping my jacket on for the run, but had to convince myself that I did not need it for a 4 hour run that was going to end in 70-80 degree weather. I dozed in and out of sleep on the metro, too scared of missing L'Enfant Plaza to let myself fully fall asleep. We got to Stadium-Armory around 5:45 AM and got to wait inside the armory. This was one of the highlights of this race for me. Most races make you wait outside, so you have to strip down to your running gear and stand around shivering for a good hour waiting for the bathroom and stretching. It was so nice to be inside in the warmth until 5 minutes before the start.
The race started at 7:00 AM. I was supposed to be in Corral 5 (8:41 - 9:00 min/mile pace), but Hai and I didn't feel like pushing through the crowd to get there, so we stayed in the 7:35 min corral, which probably made us start a lot faster than intended. The first few miles offered a beautiful view of the city, passing by the Capitol and National Mall. Around mile 2, a girl named Liz ran up to me and started up a conversation. I found out she was from Cali, her running partner had crapped out on her due to IT band issues, she wanted a sub 4-hour marathon, and planned to keep pace with me/I had just become her new running buddy. I wasn't sure how I felt about that because running with other people makes me feel the pressure to keep a certain pace, but it's not like I could've gotten rid of her. She was headed the same direction for the next 24 miles. So I rolled with it.
Around mile 3, I looked over at a couple of policeman patrolling the streets for the marathon and immediately recognized one of them. It was Dave, my cousin's husband! I knew he was a DC cop but had never seen him in action. I ran over to him screaming his name and flailing my arms at him. He was caught completely off guard and had a "What in the world?" expression on his face before realizing who I was and saying "Oh, HEY!!!!!" I didn't stop to have a conversation with him as I now had two running partners to stick with.
The next few miles are a bit of a blur to me. I was in a complete daze and hardly paid attention to any of the scenery. When Liz mentioned there were some hills coming up on miles 5-7, I still thought we were on mile 2 until I looked at my watch and saw that I had been running for 40 minutes. Somewhere in there, we picked up another runner named Stephanie, who decided to join our group. This was her first marathon, but she definitely had a runner's build and I knew she was going to be fast. As we rolled around RFK stadium for the 13.1 mile mark, I was excited to drop off 3/4 of the runners. It wasn't because the course was too crowded, but more so the fact that the half-marathoners were throwing me off because they were running at a faster pace and definitely hustling the last few miles.
Miles 13-20 are also a blur to me. I don't know why I was so completely zoned out during this race, I usually pay more attention to my surroundings than I did this time. Somewhere in there, we passed the Capitol again, but that's really all I remember. I had heard that this course takes you through some really ghetto areas of DC, but I have no recollection of any ghettoness during this race. I guess it must not have been that bad. I remember all too clearly how ghetto some of the streets were in the Baltimore marathon, I definitely ran faster through those parts. I do remember Liz mentioning that we should slow down to a 8:45 pace several times, and I started to slow down but she and Stephanie didn't. It wouldn't have annoyed me that they continued at a faster pace if they didn't keep saying we needed to slow down and not slowing down! I eventually lost them around mile 21. I knew Stephanie was going to be too fast for us and Liz tried to keep up with her.
The weather up until mile 18-19 had been perfect. It wasn't until then that I really started feeling the sun beating down on me, especially with no shade at all along the Anacostia Riverwalk trail. The heat was exhausting my energy and I could feel myself falling apart. I took a gu and drank several cups of water at every station and still could not get it going. I dared not take any Powerade, seeing as to how my stomach had already been doing a couple flips after each Honey Stinger chew that I ate (organic cane sugar, why are you failing me too now?) and one 10 mile session on a treadmill was not enough experimentation for me to rely on coconut juice. If anyone has any non-sugar suggestions for electrolyte/fuel replenishment, please share! I don't think it was so much the weather itself as the drastic change from 40 degrees to upper 70s in the course of the race and the fact that my body had gotten used to running in bitter cold temperatures and was not adjusted to the warmth. Although the hills between miles 23 to 25 were nothing compared to Frederick and Baltimore, they were still bigger than I expected. At mile 25, I had spotted Liz, kept her within reach, and eventually passed her.
The last mile of the race was a straight shot down E. Capitol Street to the stadium. I really liked that the end point was within view from a mile away because I knew exactly how far I had left to run before it was all over. I appreciated the crowd support, especially those that yelled my name (which was printed on the bib) or my bib # and told me I was looking strong for the last mile. When the finish line was in sight, in typical Amanda-fashion, I hauled ass and sprinted across the finish line. What always goes through my mind during the last few miles of a race is that there is no way I am going to have any energy left to sprint the last 500 feet to the finish, yet I somehow always manage to find that last burst when the time comes. I crossed the finish line with a time of 3:53:33, a new PR for me. Looking at my race split times, I started out at a 8:30 pace and slowed my pace down 5 seconds for each of the following splits, which means I have a lot of work ahead of me this summer if I want to keep a 8:23 pace and get that Boston qualifying time.
The finish line festival was a little dinky in my opinion. The food was the same as any other race, but there was pretty much nothing else there. They offered a free post-race massage, but there were only about 6 masseuses and the line did not move at all in the 15 minutes I stood there, so I left. I met up with Hai and headed to Eastern Market after taking a ton of pics with our newest medal. With all the advertisements for this race having pics of Abe Lincoln all over them, I was a little disappointed to not see Abe on our medal. I was pleased to find no crowd jams at all inside the metro station. The crowd had cleared out at a gradual pace, especially with all the half marathoners being done over 2 hours ago. At the Marine Corps Marathon, it was so crowded that I waited for two hours inside the eating place next to Rosslyn station and still had to wait in line for another 30 minutes to get into the metro station.
At Eastern Market, we waited at a stand to get crepes. When we got to the front and ordered, the guy asked Hai if he had just run the National Marathon, to which Hai responded, "Yeah, wanna give me a discount?". The guy was so chill and said "Ok, $2 off." Hai pointed at me and said "She ran it too" and the guy looked at me and said "$2 off for you too." My crepe was only $6, so I ended up only have to pay $4 for lunch. I didn't expect him to say yes, let alone take 1/3 of the price off! What's really sad is that after the crepes, we stopped at Starbucks to use the bathroom and I paid 2 cents more for a freakin tall frappuccino than I did for lunch itself!
I really enjoyed this race and would consider doing it again. The scenic route was awesome, as well as waiting inside the armory before the start. I also enjoyed the number of race participants allowed (Frederick was too little that I was running parts of it completely alone and MCM was too much that we were running into each other), the amount of crowd support, and the fact that I was able to get out of there via Metro at an efficient rate. I also enjoyed the flat last mile with the end in sight during the whole mile. National Marathon was a positive experience for me.
Going into National, I didn't really know what to expect. I didn't feel any pressure to meet a specific time goal and decided I just wanted to enjoy the race for what it is: a run through history as they promote on their website. This winter had been plagued with endless weekend snowstorms and I only put in one 19 mile, two 14 mile, one 12 mile, and two 10 mile training runs in preparation. On the other hand, I have noticed that the track workouts from the Speed Development Program have made me more comfortable with running at faster paces and I PRed in a rolling hills 10 miler by over 5 minutes. So I decided I was going to start National at a faster pace than previous marathons and see how long I could last and how much more work I need to put in to qualify for Boston. No specific time goal. No specific pace to stay on. Just run it based on how I was feeling at the moment.
THURSDAY:
On Thursday night, I had a really bizarre dream that took place on the Friday before the marathon. In the dream, I woke up on Saturday morning at 10 am and thought, "$@#! I should be done the race in an hour and it takes about an hour to get to DC, I am not going to make it." I already wasn't looking forward to having to wake up at 3:30 AM and this got me even more paranoid.
FRIDAY:
My one complaint about this race is that I think they should've held the packet pickup/expo over two days because dealing with Friday traffic is not a very fun way to spend your evening. I was lucky that I got to leave work early, but I still hit traffic on the way home.
RACE DAY:
I was startled awake by my alarm going off at 3:30 AM and fell out of bed and gave myself a bruise. I thought, "Crap! I haven't even run the race yet and I already have a bruise!" It was so weird to put on shorts and a singlet that morning after months of running bundled up in multiple layers, a hat, and gloves. I got to the College Park metro station at 4:55 AM. The metro opened at 5 AM to accomodate the marathon. It was a nippy 40 degrees out. I had a jacket and pants on but was still shivering and wished I had another layer and a hat. I even contemplated keeping my jacket on for the run, but had to convince myself that I did not need it for a 4 hour run that was going to end in 70-80 degree weather. I dozed in and out of sleep on the metro, too scared of missing L'Enfant Plaza to let myself fully fall asleep. We got to Stadium-Armory around 5:45 AM and got to wait inside the armory. This was one of the highlights of this race for me. Most races make you wait outside, so you have to strip down to your running gear and stand around shivering for a good hour waiting for the bathroom and stretching. It was so nice to be inside in the warmth until 5 minutes before the start.
The race started at 7:00 AM. I was supposed to be in Corral 5 (8:41 - 9:00 min/mile pace), but Hai and I didn't feel like pushing through the crowd to get there, so we stayed in the 7:35 min corral, which probably made us start a lot faster than intended. The first few miles offered a beautiful view of the city, passing by the Capitol and National Mall. Around mile 2, a girl named Liz ran up to me and started up a conversation. I found out she was from Cali, her running partner had crapped out on her due to IT band issues, she wanted a sub 4-hour marathon, and planned to keep pace with me/I had just become her new running buddy. I wasn't sure how I felt about that because running with other people makes me feel the pressure to keep a certain pace, but it's not like I could've gotten rid of her. She was headed the same direction for the next 24 miles. So I rolled with it.
Around mile 3, I looked over at a couple of policeman patrolling the streets for the marathon and immediately recognized one of them. It was Dave, my cousin's husband! I knew he was a DC cop but had never seen him in action. I ran over to him screaming his name and flailing my arms at him. He was caught completely off guard and had a "What in the world?" expression on his face before realizing who I was and saying "Oh, HEY!!!!!" I didn't stop to have a conversation with him as I now had two running partners to stick with.
The next few miles are a bit of a blur to me. I was in a complete daze and hardly paid attention to any of the scenery. When Liz mentioned there were some hills coming up on miles 5-7, I still thought we were on mile 2 until I looked at my watch and saw that I had been running for 40 minutes. Somewhere in there, we picked up another runner named Stephanie, who decided to join our group. This was her first marathon, but she definitely had a runner's build and I knew she was going to be fast. As we rolled around RFK stadium for the 13.1 mile mark, I was excited to drop off 3/4 of the runners. It wasn't because the course was too crowded, but more so the fact that the half-marathoners were throwing me off because they were running at a faster pace and definitely hustling the last few miles.
Miles 13-20 are also a blur to me. I don't know why I was so completely zoned out during this race, I usually pay more attention to my surroundings than I did this time. Somewhere in there, we passed the Capitol again, but that's really all I remember. I had heard that this course takes you through some really ghetto areas of DC, but I have no recollection of any ghettoness during this race. I guess it must not have been that bad. I remember all too clearly how ghetto some of the streets were in the Baltimore marathon, I definitely ran faster through those parts. I do remember Liz mentioning that we should slow down to a 8:45 pace several times, and I started to slow down but she and Stephanie didn't. It wouldn't have annoyed me that they continued at a faster pace if they didn't keep saying we needed to slow down and not slowing down! I eventually lost them around mile 21. I knew Stephanie was going to be too fast for us and Liz tried to keep up with her.
The weather up until mile 18-19 had been perfect. It wasn't until then that I really started feeling the sun beating down on me, especially with no shade at all along the Anacostia Riverwalk trail. The heat was exhausting my energy and I could feel myself falling apart. I took a gu and drank several cups of water at every station and still could not get it going. I dared not take any Powerade, seeing as to how my stomach had already been doing a couple flips after each Honey Stinger chew that I ate (organic cane sugar, why are you failing me too now?) and one 10 mile session on a treadmill was not enough experimentation for me to rely on coconut juice. If anyone has any non-sugar suggestions for electrolyte/fuel replenishment, please share! I don't think it was so much the weather itself as the drastic change from 40 degrees to upper 70s in the course of the race and the fact that my body had gotten used to running in bitter cold temperatures and was not adjusted to the warmth. Although the hills between miles 23 to 25 were nothing compared to Frederick and Baltimore, they were still bigger than I expected. At mile 25, I had spotted Liz, kept her within reach, and eventually passed her.
The last mile of the race was a straight shot down E. Capitol Street to the stadium. I really liked that the end point was within view from a mile away because I knew exactly how far I had left to run before it was all over. I appreciated the crowd support, especially those that yelled my name (which was printed on the bib) or my bib # and told me I was looking strong for the last mile. When the finish line was in sight, in typical Amanda-fashion, I hauled ass and sprinted across the finish line. What always goes through my mind during the last few miles of a race is that there is no way I am going to have any energy left to sprint the last 500 feet to the finish, yet I somehow always manage to find that last burst when the time comes. I crossed the finish line with a time of 3:53:33, a new PR for me. Looking at my race split times, I started out at a 8:30 pace and slowed my pace down 5 seconds for each of the following splits, which means I have a lot of work ahead of me this summer if I want to keep a 8:23 pace and get that Boston qualifying time.
The finish line festival was a little dinky in my opinion. The food was the same as any other race, but there was pretty much nothing else there. They offered a free post-race massage, but there were only about 6 masseuses and the line did not move at all in the 15 minutes I stood there, so I left. I met up with Hai and headed to Eastern Market after taking a ton of pics with our newest medal. With all the advertisements for this race having pics of Abe Lincoln all over them, I was a little disappointed to not see Abe on our medal. I was pleased to find no crowd jams at all inside the metro station. The crowd had cleared out at a gradual pace, especially with all the half marathoners being done over 2 hours ago. At the Marine Corps Marathon, it was so crowded that I waited for two hours inside the eating place next to Rosslyn station and still had to wait in line for another 30 minutes to get into the metro station.
At Eastern Market, we waited at a stand to get crepes. When we got to the front and ordered, the guy asked Hai if he had just run the National Marathon, to which Hai responded, "Yeah, wanna give me a discount?". The guy was so chill and said "Ok, $2 off." Hai pointed at me and said "She ran it too" and the guy looked at me and said "$2 off for you too." My crepe was only $6, so I ended up only have to pay $4 for lunch. I didn't expect him to say yes, let alone take 1/3 of the price off! What's really sad is that after the crepes, we stopped at Starbucks to use the bathroom and I paid 2 cents more for a freakin tall frappuccino than I did for lunch itself!
I really enjoyed this race and would consider doing it again. The scenic route was awesome, as well as waiting inside the armory before the start. I also enjoyed the number of race participants allowed (Frederick was too little that I was running parts of it completely alone and MCM was too much that we were running into each other), the amount of crowd support, and the fact that I was able to get out of there via Metro at an efficient rate. I also enjoyed the flat last mile with the end in sight during the whole mile. National Marathon was a positive experience for me.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Coconut Juice as a Sports Drink?!?!
I am no stranger to coconut juice (aka coconut water). I've enjoyed it in the tropics, off the streets of NY, and even from the local Asian restaurants and supermarkets. However, I have always considered it an exotic tropical delicacy, a vacation indulgence, something to enjoy on rare occasions because it is on the pricier side for drinks and I thought that it was actually nutritionally bad for you...that is, until I recently heard about the latest health craze...
For the longest time, Gatorade was my go-to sports drink. I remember what a difference it made back in my days of soccer. Drinking a bottle at halftime always gave me a burst of energy and significantly improved my performance during the second half versus when I just drank water. When I started training for my first marathon, I naturally turned to Gatorade as my hydration/nutrient replenishment source, knowing how important restoring electrolytes is for optimal performance.
Although I experienced some stomach problems during my training runs and at the Frederick Marathon, I attributed that to nerves and the whole marathon experience being new to me. It wasn't until my summer training that I realized that I indeed could not stomach Gatorade. This was rather hard for me to come to terms with. Gatorade had been so good to me for all these years, why was it failing me now?
I stubbornly tried to rely on Gatorade for runs. Knowing that water and Gatorade/Powerade are the only two drinks offered at races, I did not want to start having to carry my own drink to races if I found a new product that worked. I even experimented with diluting the drink with water and trying the G2 brand, but that didn't work either. Being the science dork that I am, I googled my problem and was relieved to discover that many runners experience the same problems and it is not some rare condition. The human body's absorption rate of high-fructose corn syrup (the second ingredient listed in Gatorade) is limited and what doesn't get absorbed can cause gastrointestinal distress. Exercise can exacerbate these symptoms.
After my stomach troubles during the Baltimore Marathon, I finally accepted defeat and decided I needed to try something different at the Marine Corps Marathon. I was nervous and reluctant about relying on just water and gels, for fear it wouldn't be enough electrolytes, but I knew I had to try it. I have stuck to just water and gels ever since with no problems so far, but I still fear that I might not be getting enough electrolytes, especially when the weather gets warmer. Thus, I have decided I'm going to start experimenting with different products, which brings me back to the subject of this post...
During my long run last weekend, Ram, a member of my pace group, was talking about Gatorade flavors, so I told him that I can't stomach Gatorade. That's when he asked me if I've ever tried coconut water. Coco what?!?! Did I hear him right? The stuff people drink on tropical islands? He told me it was all the rage with running these days and that people from other countries, including India (his ethnicity), have been drinking it during long-distance runs for ages.
Of course, the first thing I did when I got on the internet after my run was google "coconut water and running." I was hit with a vast amount of articles and blogs about "Nature's Sport Drink." I was surprised to learn that one cup of coconut water has more electrolytes than most sports drinks and more potassium than a banana, a mineral important for preventing cramping. Not only that, I also discovered that coconut water has been used as a IV fluid when saline was not available. It is the only liquid that can be put into the bloodstream intravenously. The medical uses and nutritional benefits of coconut water are endless. Who knew?! I usually think most health crazes are a bunch of scams, but this one actually sounds pretty legit. Plus, I don't even need an excuse to drink coconut water.
Today, several American companies have broken into the coconut water industry, including Zico, O.N.E., and Vita Coco to name a few. These brands sell at an average $2.00 per 11 oz. juice box and can only be found in natural and organic food stores, like Whole Foods. So I said @#$% that and went to the Asian supermarket, where I found 11.8 oz cans of coconut water for 69 cents! The only downside to the canned products is they have added sugar, which might not be any better on my stomach than the HFCS in Gatorade. I will have to look for the frozen kind and see if they add sugar to that. I told my parents about this new health craze yesterday and today, my mom came home with two fresh young coconuts for only $1.29 each. That's even more natural and fresh than the juice boxes and cheaper too! I can't wait to try out coconut juice on my long run tomorrow. Would you judge me if I made a handle out of duct tape and ran with a coconut?
For the longest time, Gatorade was my go-to sports drink. I remember what a difference it made back in my days of soccer. Drinking a bottle at halftime always gave me a burst of energy and significantly improved my performance during the second half versus when I just drank water. When I started training for my first marathon, I naturally turned to Gatorade as my hydration/nutrient replenishment source, knowing how important restoring electrolytes is for optimal performance.
Although I experienced some stomach problems during my training runs and at the Frederick Marathon, I attributed that to nerves and the whole marathon experience being new to me. It wasn't until my summer training that I realized that I indeed could not stomach Gatorade. This was rather hard for me to come to terms with. Gatorade had been so good to me for all these years, why was it failing me now?
I stubbornly tried to rely on Gatorade for runs. Knowing that water and Gatorade/Powerade are the only two drinks offered at races, I did not want to start having to carry my own drink to races if I found a new product that worked. I even experimented with diluting the drink with water and trying the G2 brand, but that didn't work either. Being the science dork that I am, I googled my problem and was relieved to discover that many runners experience the same problems and it is not some rare condition. The human body's absorption rate of high-fructose corn syrup (the second ingredient listed in Gatorade) is limited and what doesn't get absorbed can cause gastrointestinal distress. Exercise can exacerbate these symptoms.
After my stomach troubles during the Baltimore Marathon, I finally accepted defeat and decided I needed to try something different at the Marine Corps Marathon. I was nervous and reluctant about relying on just water and gels, for fear it wouldn't be enough electrolytes, but I knew I had to try it. I have stuck to just water and gels ever since with no problems so far, but I still fear that I might not be getting enough electrolytes, especially when the weather gets warmer. Thus, I have decided I'm going to start experimenting with different products, which brings me back to the subject of this post...
During my long run last weekend, Ram, a member of my pace group, was talking about Gatorade flavors, so I told him that I can't stomach Gatorade. That's when he asked me if I've ever tried coconut water. Coco what?!?! Did I hear him right? The stuff people drink on tropical islands? He told me it was all the rage with running these days and that people from other countries, including India (his ethnicity), have been drinking it during long-distance runs for ages.
Of course, the first thing I did when I got on the internet after my run was google "coconut water and running." I was hit with a vast amount of articles and blogs about "Nature's Sport Drink." I was surprised to learn that one cup of coconut water has more electrolytes than most sports drinks and more potassium than a banana, a mineral important for preventing cramping. Not only that, I also discovered that coconut water has been used as a IV fluid when saline was not available. It is the only liquid that can be put into the bloodstream intravenously. The medical uses and nutritional benefits of coconut water are endless. Who knew?! I usually think most health crazes are a bunch of scams, but this one actually sounds pretty legit. Plus, I don't even need an excuse to drink coconut water.
Today, several American companies have broken into the coconut water industry, including Zico, O.N.E., and Vita Coco to name a few. These brands sell at an average $2.00 per 11 oz. juice box and can only be found in natural and organic food stores, like Whole Foods. So I said @#$% that and went to the Asian supermarket, where I found 11.8 oz cans of coconut water for 69 cents! The only downside to the canned products is they have added sugar, which might not be any better on my stomach than the HFCS in Gatorade. I will have to look for the frozen kind and see if they add sugar to that. I told my parents about this new health craze yesterday and today, my mom came home with two fresh young coconuts for only $1.29 each. That's even more natural and fresh than the juice boxes and cheaper too! I can't wait to try out coconut juice on my long run tomorrow. Would you judge me if I made a handle out of duct tape and ran with a coconut?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Life's Simple Pleasures
I enjoy...
- blasting the heat in my car on high after a long run/track workout. It's the only time I can do it without gettting sleepy and I love the warmth!
- freshly fallen snow, the way it makes everything look so clean and beautiful and the air smell so crisp.
- getting out of the ocean and laying on the burning hot sand under the warmth of the sun.
- sunsets on the beach.
- clear, blue water.
- catching fireflies on a summer night.
- thunderstorms.
- splish-splashing through puddles in rainboots.
- having deep conversations with friends until the wee hours of the morning.
- bonfires.
- handwritten letters.
- road trips.
- traveling.
- exploring new cities.
- trying new foods/hobbies.
- hearing new songs...and rediscovering old ones.
- reminiscing, usually accompanied by looking through old photos.
- star-gazing.
- cloud-watching.
- experiencing the "runner's high."
- challenges.
- snowboarding.
- parks, picnics, and bbq's.
- British accents =). Aussie accents are nice too.
- reading a good book, the ones you simply can't put down and are worth losing sleep over to finish.
- laughing til it hurts.
- football Sundays, March Madness, World Cup, and the Olympics (I seriously have withdrawal when any of these end).
- the smell of something baking.
- the smell of warm, fresh laundry.
- french fries.
- having weird food obsessions.
- ice-cold, refreshing lemonade or iced tea on a hot summer's day.
- sugar rushes.
- roller coasters.
- spontaneity and surprises.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Perfectly Lonely
I am in no way John Mayer's #1 fan. In fact, I usually find his music/concerts too mellow for my mood and let's not even talk about his fixture in the tabloids. However, I will admit that John Mayer is an excellent songwriter. He has a talent of stringing a few, simple words together that expresses so clearly everything you've been feeling but couldn't find the words to describe.
For example, when I went through a rough breakup in 2006, his song "The Heart of Life" told me:
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
Three and a half years later, John Mayer once again so clearly expresses my current sentiments on love:
Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
A simple little a kind of free
Nothing to do
No one but me
And that's is all I need
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely (Yeah)
'Cause I don't belong to anyone
And nobody belongs to me
...
And this is not to say
There never comes a day
I'll take my chances and start again
And when I look behind
On all my younger times
I have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong
Michael Buble also does a fine job of expressing my sentiments on love in his song, "Haven't Met You Yet":
For example, when I went through a rough breakup in 2006, his song "The Heart of Life" told me:
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
Three and a half years later, John Mayer once again so clearly expresses my current sentiments on love:
Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
A simple little a kind of free
Nothing to do
No one but me
And that's is all I need
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely
I'm perfectly lonely (Yeah)
'Cause I don't belong to anyone
And nobody belongs to me
...
And this is not to say
There never comes a day
I'll take my chances and start again
And when I look behind
On all my younger times
I have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong
Michael Buble also does a fine job of expressing my sentiments on love in his song, "Haven't Met You Yet":
Monday, January 4, 2010
NYE in NYC...and more reflections on the last decade
I asked for an eventful ringing in of the new year and that's exactly what I got. However, it was nothing like what I had imagined and played out in my head. I had been warned by many that the ball drop thing was overrated and anti-climatic, but that wasn't what surprised me about the night. I didn't care how stupid the actual concept of seeing the ball drop live was, it was the reason I came to NYC and I can now officially check it off my list. What I didn't expect was for myself to be so drunk at that point and screaming "Holy shit, the ball is dropping!", not even counting down the final seconds of 2009, and taking a good 3 minutes and 10 glances at my phone to process the fact that it really was indeed 2010 and the 6 hour journey leading up to that very moment was suddenly over. Now what?
The 6 of us had decided to go to Times Square to be part of the atmosphere. However, we didn't want to be barricaded in, so we decided not to go to Broadway Ave. and instead hung out on 42nd St. and 6th Ave. We had a great view of the ball until the police pushed us back to 5th Ave., at which point it started sleeting and we decided to grab a bite to eat and look up a bar to warm up in. Needless to say, we got too excited about being inside and being able to warm up with a few drinks that we downed 3 drinks within 10 minutes, resulting in 3 of us (myself included) puking.
Marquee, which was supposed to be the highlight of the night as it claimed to be the "#1 club in the known universe," was probably the biggest disappointment of the night. We were not feeling the crowd or the atmosphere and even the music couldn't lighten our moods. This made me realize what a huge difference the crowd makes in how the night goes and sometimes, a small group of close friends crammed into a hotel room drinking and laughing is all you really need for a good time :). This also made me realize that holidays are seriously overrated. Occasions like Halloween and NYE are so hyped up that you feel the need to do something cool, but everywhere just ends up being too crowded to have a good time. Some of my best nights out happened on random nights in August (Vegas) and June (NYC).
I am still processing the fact that we are in a new decade. 2010 has made me realize that this is truly the first decade that I have concrete memories from every year (aka I am getting old!):
2000
With the Y2K scare, my dad had to work and everyone was too afraid to leave their houses, so my mom, sister, and I quietly rang in the new year from the comfort of our home. My biggest memory from that year was the surprise 80th birthday party we threw for my grandma in April. I couldn't believe my mom had pulled off such a huge event without my grandma even having the slightest clue and it was great to see all 9 of her children together at the same time. April also happened to be my first time leaving the continent as I explored Italy. It was perfect timing too because I had just finished studying about ancient Rome in history class.
2001
This was a big year in terms of sports for the state of MD. The Ravens had won their first-ever superbowl and the MD Terps made it to the Final Four for the first time, only to suffer a devastating loss to Duke in that round. I finished middle school and started high school this year. I had my first fling and kiss that summer, lol. And who could forget Sept. 11? I remember walking into history class and watching the news live on TV. It was so surreal watching the buildings collapse. I already had a planned early dismissal that day to remove my braces and got pulled out of English class as the other students waited in anticipation and eventually also got dismissed from school early. I don't think I realized the weight of the events that occurred that day until much later.
2002
The MD Terps came back with more determination than ever and won the National Championship! We took a family cruise to Alaska that summer and the 6 of us kids had so much fun running around on the boat and doing whatever we pleased. The rest of the year is kind of a blur except for the fact that I met a boy at the beginning of sophomore year, who I became best friends with, had late-night AIM chats with til 3 in the morning, and eventually ended up falling for.
2003
We had a huge blizzard in February, which left my mom stranded in California while she was taking care of my sick grandmother. The 3 of us did not prepare for the blizzard and trekked to Safeway in the snow to find the shelves completely empty, not to mention a truck running by and drenching me in gross water and dirty snow on the way there. My mom eventually made it back to MD after the storm. A few days later, we got a phone call delivering very sad news. Six days later, I turned a very bittersweet 16 and did not really care. I packed my bags for my grandma's funeral in Cali and enjoyed quality bonding time afterwards with four of my cousins and my sister as we beach-hopped down the coast of California. There was something extremely calm and serene about sticking our feet in the ice cold water and looking out to the horizon. My sister graduated from high school in May that year and I got a fortune cookie at her graduation dinner that read "Love is around the corner." One day before that, my best friend had officially become my boyfriend. Love was indeed around the corner for me. My sister moved out for college, but having a boyfriend for the first time was enough to distract me from really noticing that I was an only child at home.
2004
I joined AFS, a club that worked with international students, at what was probably the best timing ever. They typically did student exchanges within the U.S. (this was my incentive for joining!) and this was their first year trying something international, thanks to a former exchange student that spent a year at Hebron. For $500, I enjoyed a long weekend exploring Iceland. Junior year of high school was tough academically but otherwise fun for me. Alain and I celebrated our first year anniversary in May with no drama, no fights, and a pretty steady relationship. As senior year came, we sort of hit a rocky area with the stress of college applications and the uncertainty of what would happen to us post-high school becoming a reality that we had to seriously deal with. We made it through that time and I think it made us even stronger. I believe 2004 at Thuy's birthday party in November was my first time meeting Hai and Quin (aka Potter and Lopez) and really for me, when GB came together.
2005
The rest of high school was nothing spectacular. I think the most memorable thing was how pissed I was at my AP Biology teacher for giving us a real final even if we took the AP test (as opposed to the previous year) that I didn't care to study and got a D on it. She was seriously concerned with my performance, but I still came out with an A as the final grade. I graduated and made my decision to go to St. Mary's College of Maryland. The fall brought on huge changes for me, as it was my first time away from home and heart. A long distance relationship was not easy, but we made it work. My other grandma became sick during my finals period and for some reason, I sensed something was seriously wrong this time and was itching to go home. I was right, she had passed away two days before I finished my finals. Her passing was the hardest thing I had ever gone through, I was a lot closer to her than my grandma in Cali and it was also the realization that I am now grandparentless. Christmas that year was not all too spirited.
2006
I survived my first year of college with pretty decent grades, became best friends with two girls down the hall, and was excited to spend the summer (an extended break) with my boyfriend. Looking back, spending extremely long periods of time apart followed by short, intense together 24/7 periods was probably not at all healthy. That summer, we had serious talks about life post-college. I was not too excited about parting ways again for sophomore year and he reassured me that we would be together for a semester in Australia in exactly one year. Two weeks later, he broke up with me. That was probably the worst semester ever for me, as my best friend at college was abroad to top it off. I learned a lot about myself from this experience and have also grown and changed significantly because of it. By the end of the year, I was so ready to say goodbye to 2006 and bring on 2007.
2007
We started off 2007 with a ski/snowboard trip to Wisp that ended up being too freakishly warm to be out on the slopes. Instead, I got introduced to drinking and enjoyed two crazy nights in a cozy little cabin with some of my most favorite people in the world. I expected the spring semester to be better than the fall semester with my friend being back from abroad, but it really wasn't that much greater. Instead, it was drama-filled and ended with the two of them parting ways from me. I still elected to go to Australia, although I chose a different school from my ex because I really couldn't take being that close to him among other reasons for choosing UQ over JCU. I came to Australia really trying not to get attached to anyone, as I really couldn't take another broken friendship and I knew my experiences in Australia would only last 5 months and I would never see any of them again. Instead, I ended up meeting one of my best friends who I still remain close to and occasionally see today (it still surprises me how things turn out). I ended up opening up a lot to her and together, we explored the country on our many weekend excursions. I came back from studying abroad just in time for Thanksgiving (like literally the night before) and enjoyed a 2 month winter break. Two weeks into break, I got bored and applied for a job at Hollister. For $6.15/hr., I dealt with angry mothers over the loud, blaring music and darkness that is Hollister and folded and re-folded clothes.
2008
I ended up dating a Hollister coworker. Although we never made things official before actually ending it, it's probably the closest I've been to having a relationship since my ex and was fun while it lasted. I had shared my St. Mary's drama with another friend from college, who also had her own share of drama in her group of friends during that sophomore spring semester. She had also studied abroad in the fall and we had decided to room together in the spring and ended up living together in the fall of senior year as well. I managed to make my way through all the struggles and graduate from college a semester early. I also turned 21 this year and celebrated this milestone by paying tribute to the decade I was born in with an 80s themed party (really, I just wanted an excuse to wear my hot pink tights) and going out to Adams Morgan at midnight on my birthday. That fall, my ex had reached out to me after being dumped by his girlfriend and somehow we re-connected. Through all of the bitterness and resentment, I somehow saw what had made us so strong to begin with: our pure, honest friendship. We have become close again, but in a different, friend-like way and can confide in each other in ways I wouldn't with anyone else. I guess that's what happens when you fall in love, get to know each other inside-and-out, and have nothing to hide/don't care to hide anything from each other. I guess it works for now until we both find our next relationships (at which point the talking to your ex thing doesn't really work).
2009
I already talked about this year in another post, but in summary, I ran my first marathon (plus two more and a 50 miler) and established myself as a research coordinator at Johns Hopkins. I ended the year with an eventful night in NYC as described above.
So here's to a new decade, which I'm sure will bring on even more changes than the last, as I'll be 32 in 2020, hopefully established and married, and possibly considering having kids if I don't have any already.
The 6 of us had decided to go to Times Square to be part of the atmosphere. However, we didn't want to be barricaded in, so we decided not to go to Broadway Ave. and instead hung out on 42nd St. and 6th Ave. We had a great view of the ball until the police pushed us back to 5th Ave., at which point it started sleeting and we decided to grab a bite to eat and look up a bar to warm up in. Needless to say, we got too excited about being inside and being able to warm up with a few drinks that we downed 3 drinks within 10 minutes, resulting in 3 of us (myself included) puking.
Marquee, which was supposed to be the highlight of the night as it claimed to be the "#1 club in the known universe," was probably the biggest disappointment of the night. We were not feeling the crowd or the atmosphere and even the music couldn't lighten our moods. This made me realize what a huge difference the crowd makes in how the night goes and sometimes, a small group of close friends crammed into a hotel room drinking and laughing is all you really need for a good time :). This also made me realize that holidays are seriously overrated. Occasions like Halloween and NYE are so hyped up that you feel the need to do something cool, but everywhere just ends up being too crowded to have a good time. Some of my best nights out happened on random nights in August (Vegas) and June (NYC).
I am still processing the fact that we are in a new decade. 2010 has made me realize that this is truly the first decade that I have concrete memories from every year (aka I am getting old!):
2000
With the Y2K scare, my dad had to work and everyone was too afraid to leave their houses, so my mom, sister, and I quietly rang in the new year from the comfort of our home. My biggest memory from that year was the surprise 80th birthday party we threw for my grandma in April. I couldn't believe my mom had pulled off such a huge event without my grandma even having the slightest clue and it was great to see all 9 of her children together at the same time. April also happened to be my first time leaving the continent as I explored Italy. It was perfect timing too because I had just finished studying about ancient Rome in history class.
2001
This was a big year in terms of sports for the state of MD. The Ravens had won their first-ever superbowl and the MD Terps made it to the Final Four for the first time, only to suffer a devastating loss to Duke in that round. I finished middle school and started high school this year. I had my first fling and kiss that summer, lol. And who could forget Sept. 11? I remember walking into history class and watching the news live on TV. It was so surreal watching the buildings collapse. I already had a planned early dismissal that day to remove my braces and got pulled out of English class as the other students waited in anticipation and eventually also got dismissed from school early. I don't think I realized the weight of the events that occurred that day until much later.
2002
The MD Terps came back with more determination than ever and won the National Championship! We took a family cruise to Alaska that summer and the 6 of us kids had so much fun running around on the boat and doing whatever we pleased. The rest of the year is kind of a blur except for the fact that I met a boy at the beginning of sophomore year, who I became best friends with, had late-night AIM chats with til 3 in the morning, and eventually ended up falling for.
2003
We had a huge blizzard in February, which left my mom stranded in California while she was taking care of my sick grandmother. The 3 of us did not prepare for the blizzard and trekked to Safeway in the snow to find the shelves completely empty, not to mention a truck running by and drenching me in gross water and dirty snow on the way there. My mom eventually made it back to MD after the storm. A few days later, we got a phone call delivering very sad news. Six days later, I turned a very bittersweet 16 and did not really care. I packed my bags for my grandma's funeral in Cali and enjoyed quality bonding time afterwards with four of my cousins and my sister as we beach-hopped down the coast of California. There was something extremely calm and serene about sticking our feet in the ice cold water and looking out to the horizon. My sister graduated from high school in May that year and I got a fortune cookie at her graduation dinner that read "Love is around the corner." One day before that, my best friend had officially become my boyfriend. Love was indeed around the corner for me. My sister moved out for college, but having a boyfriend for the first time was enough to distract me from really noticing that I was an only child at home.
2004
I joined AFS, a club that worked with international students, at what was probably the best timing ever. They typically did student exchanges within the U.S. (this was my incentive for joining!) and this was their first year trying something international, thanks to a former exchange student that spent a year at Hebron. For $500, I enjoyed a long weekend exploring Iceland. Junior year of high school was tough academically but otherwise fun for me. Alain and I celebrated our first year anniversary in May with no drama, no fights, and a pretty steady relationship. As senior year came, we sort of hit a rocky area with the stress of college applications and the uncertainty of what would happen to us post-high school becoming a reality that we had to seriously deal with. We made it through that time and I think it made us even stronger. I believe 2004 at Thuy's birthday party in November was my first time meeting Hai and Quin (aka Potter and Lopez) and really for me, when GB came together.
2005
The rest of high school was nothing spectacular. I think the most memorable thing was how pissed I was at my AP Biology teacher for giving us a real final even if we took the AP test (as opposed to the previous year) that I didn't care to study and got a D on it. She was seriously concerned with my performance, but I still came out with an A as the final grade. I graduated and made my decision to go to St. Mary's College of Maryland. The fall brought on huge changes for me, as it was my first time away from home and heart. A long distance relationship was not easy, but we made it work. My other grandma became sick during my finals period and for some reason, I sensed something was seriously wrong this time and was itching to go home. I was right, she had passed away two days before I finished my finals. Her passing was the hardest thing I had ever gone through, I was a lot closer to her than my grandma in Cali and it was also the realization that I am now grandparentless. Christmas that year was not all too spirited.
2006
I survived my first year of college with pretty decent grades, became best friends with two girls down the hall, and was excited to spend the summer (an extended break) with my boyfriend. Looking back, spending extremely long periods of time apart followed by short, intense together 24/7 periods was probably not at all healthy. That summer, we had serious talks about life post-college. I was not too excited about parting ways again for sophomore year and he reassured me that we would be together for a semester in Australia in exactly one year. Two weeks later, he broke up with me. That was probably the worst semester ever for me, as my best friend at college was abroad to top it off. I learned a lot about myself from this experience and have also grown and changed significantly because of it. By the end of the year, I was so ready to say goodbye to 2006 and bring on 2007.
2007
We started off 2007 with a ski/snowboard trip to Wisp that ended up being too freakishly warm to be out on the slopes. Instead, I got introduced to drinking and enjoyed two crazy nights in a cozy little cabin with some of my most favorite people in the world. I expected the spring semester to be better than the fall semester with my friend being back from abroad, but it really wasn't that much greater. Instead, it was drama-filled and ended with the two of them parting ways from me. I still elected to go to Australia, although I chose a different school from my ex because I really couldn't take being that close to him among other reasons for choosing UQ over JCU. I came to Australia really trying not to get attached to anyone, as I really couldn't take another broken friendship and I knew my experiences in Australia would only last 5 months and I would never see any of them again. Instead, I ended up meeting one of my best friends who I still remain close to and occasionally see today (it still surprises me how things turn out). I ended up opening up a lot to her and together, we explored the country on our many weekend excursions. I came back from studying abroad just in time for Thanksgiving (like literally the night before) and enjoyed a 2 month winter break. Two weeks into break, I got bored and applied for a job at Hollister. For $6.15/hr., I dealt with angry mothers over the loud, blaring music and darkness that is Hollister and folded and re-folded clothes.
2008
I ended up dating a Hollister coworker. Although we never made things official before actually ending it, it's probably the closest I've been to having a relationship since my ex and was fun while it lasted. I had shared my St. Mary's drama with another friend from college, who also had her own share of drama in her group of friends during that sophomore spring semester. She had also studied abroad in the fall and we had decided to room together in the spring and ended up living together in the fall of senior year as well. I managed to make my way through all the struggles and graduate from college a semester early. I also turned 21 this year and celebrated this milestone by paying tribute to the decade I was born in with an 80s themed party (really, I just wanted an excuse to wear my hot pink tights) and going out to Adams Morgan at midnight on my birthday. That fall, my ex had reached out to me after being dumped by his girlfriend and somehow we re-connected. Through all of the bitterness and resentment, I somehow saw what had made us so strong to begin with: our pure, honest friendship. We have become close again, but in a different, friend-like way and can confide in each other in ways I wouldn't with anyone else. I guess that's what happens when you fall in love, get to know each other inside-and-out, and have nothing to hide/don't care to hide anything from each other. I guess it works for now until we both find our next relationships (at which point the talking to your ex thing doesn't really work).
2009
I already talked about this year in another post, but in summary, I ran my first marathon (plus two more and a 50 miler) and established myself as a research coordinator at Johns Hopkins. I ended the year with an eventful night in NYC as described above.
So here's to a new decade, which I'm sure will bring on even more changes than the last, as I'll be 32 in 2020, hopefully established and married, and possibly considering having kids if I don't have any already.
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