In 2007, the Hong Kong Marathon took place on Sunday, 4 March. The organizer, learning from experiences in the previous year, arranged first-aid service for the participants. A record-breaking number of 6249 participants, or 16.7% of the total participants got injured. 35 of them had to be sent to hospitals, amongst which a young runner had his life severed due to the hot weather.
Francois Girbaud
I’ve always liked this blog and especially it’s title. Today was rough, like every other day. Every day is rougher than the one before it because the difficulty I’m experiencing is cumulative. It’s a process of being worn down. I wonder when there will be nothing left. I wonder how much of me there is. I hope there is enough: I have only been here two months.
So I was walking and wallowing when it came to me, “Life is hard. Here is someone.” How nice, I thought. But wait—where is someone? Here is no one. It’s a blog. And a lie. I am, generally speaking, quite alone.
I had minor food poisoning once from Brozzetti’s pizza and I couldn’t even THINK about eating pizza again for five years, and this woman is buying beef?
Yeah yeah, everyone says this after one rough morning or another. But I say it in the middle of a sober day in the middle of a set of sober days. It’s just not good. Ok, well it’s only temporarily good. It’s like ice cream and chocolate (neither of which I seem to be able to kick, either). It’s frustrating, and the fact that it’s so hard seems like evidence that I really, really should do this. I know I’ll be happier and healthier if I do. Ok ok ok.
So there you go. I am now publicly accountable.
how are you supposed to drink this shit??
out of a tea cup, of course. gan bei!
Not going to med school = time to start working on my dreads*
Also, I am toying with the idea of getting a very visible tattoo, incase I ever feel inclined to apply again.
*Can people who sweat a lot and shower a lot do this?
