ok maybe not, but i thought i was dying. lack of oxygen. altitude sickness... hurry call in the helicopters.
at one point in my life i was in shape. now the only shape im in is round.
but as im quickly approaching the mid 30s, i decided its up to me to get back in shape.... everything is up to me. if i want to succeed, i need to chose to succeed. if i want to get into shape, i need to go out and do it.
someone told me recently during a conversation about starting a new business, if you strip down everything to its basics, the only reason people dont start their own business is fear. if you want to do, theres no other real reason anything will hold you back.
so i went hiking.
koreans love hiking. i had no idea until i started working in korea back in 2000. went on a couple hikes. i went in shorts, some airmax 95s, a tshirt.... them natives came all out, hiking boots, collapsible sticks, backpacks.... they looked like swedish koreans. i think i now understand why they like it so much. its not just a faddy exercise. its not just another reason to eat and drink somewhere cool.... its the mental challenge at any level you set for yourself.
and playing dress up is fun, no?
mission peak in fremont ca isnt something that should "kill" anyone. but when you havent done much training wise, it can be a bit challenging. i wasn't really prepared for it, drinking the night before probably wasnt a good idea either. i didnt bring enough water... mentally, i was there though. kinda. just needed a push.
the hike up wasnt that bad... well at least until you reach that rocky trail that leads you to the summit. then i started to feel the 2500 feet altitude change! i was almost completely spent. the last 500 feet or so were the hardest of the hike. i took a few steps, then a minute to breathe. rinse lather repeat.
on the way down, i had even more trouble breathing, got extremely light headed, started seeing stars..... i wanted to sit there and just sleep.... good thing i had my trusty trainer aka better half with me. now i want to be able to say she was comforting me, asking me if i was ok, if i needed help...... but that just wouldnt be true. she did what she was supposed to. she got me off my ass and forced me to start hiking down. the altitude WAS getting to me. a few hundred feet down, i started to feel much better. then a few miles later, when i got winded again, she pushed me down more.
i swear, close to the bottom of the hike, i started to do some serious lamas breathing. little kids, seniors.. all doing this hike were looking at me like WTF did that poor guy just go through.
i LITERALLY had to force each and every step.
i had to ask some random older gentlemen for some water. he took one look at me and hes all have it all!
after the hike, i had this complete content feeling. sure it was a "moderate" hike, but its something i wouldnt normally do and it was something i really had to push my out of shape self to complete. its something to be very proud of.... (i redeemed myself somewhat the following weekend with a 9 mile hike (no elevation change), where i did just fine... )
it didnt matter that many of the people around me finished the hike faster and without all the drama.
i did it.
ive come to realize this is very key in life.
it doesnt matter some 25yr kid made 100million dollars with his totally useless internet company and youre still stuck at your 9-5. the important fact is that you are doing your 9-5 the best you can.
it doesnt matter if a new business idea fails or succeed, the important thing is that i do it.
(insert 100 more cliches here)
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
nice laquered tray of love from mom
you really cant get more homemade than this.
the peppers were grown on the "buh ran dah" or veranda or patio for you that dont speak engrish, in korea.
the daeng jjang was made by my mom. she cooked the soybeans, made meji and tada, homemade daeng jjang.
these peppers and kaen neep were preserved in this homemade daeng jjang for seven months.
now i know you can find ban chan at the local korean market.... but this? like comparing local organic milk with powdered milk.... like dominoes artisanal thin crust pizza.
i just had to share this.
i like visiting my mom.