Slowly But Surely Wins the Race

You would think that 8 and a half hours of sleep at night would be enough to keep you awake for the day. But not for me. When I woke up at 6:30, I would have been more than happy to turn the alarm off, roll over, and go back to sleep. But like the good little student that I am, I got moving. Shower, breakfast, tea, and out the door. Moving was so much harder today than it was yesterday. My legs were NOT comfortable. I feel like yoga was not the best thing for me to do when I was already sore from the gym. More soreness was not at all appreciated.

I wasn't as tired during class today was I was yesterday, but it was still not good. I feel so bad for my teacher: I'm not yawning because she is a bad teacher (on the contrary, she is awesome), but I am yawning because all that I can think about is going to sleep. I swear, there was one point where I was convinced that there was absolutely no way that I was going to be able to keep my eyes open and stay awake.

One interesting thing happened during class. We had to sing. Oh yes. For all of you who know just how much I can't carry a tune, you will understand why I was not overly pleased to be having to sing with other people that I go to school with. We had to sing a Chinese song that was about a girl who let her boyfriend dump her for another girl, and now she was singing about how she was trying to let the boyfriend live his life, and find a new love. In my opinion, she needed to move on. There are plenty of fish in the sea, so to speak.

By the end of the class, we weren't exactly sounding like a professional choir, but we were pretty good for just having practiced for half an hour. How about that sports fans? I sang a Chinese song in class, and I knew what I was singing about. Craziness!

I'm going to skip over what happened at Chinese tables today. Not necessary to the overall story of the day.

My one on one class was super interesting. My teacher and I just talked about love, and my feelings towards it, and love in general. It's so much fun just to talk to someone about what you think. We talked about our text as well. In it, a guy proposed to his girlfriend by saying "Let's get married, okay?" Now, I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going, open person, but if my boyfriend ever uses that line to propose to me, I am definitely not going to accept. I need at least a little bit of romance. My teacher is a lot more like my friend, not so much my teacher. It was a good way to relax.

I studied until 6, when it was time to go to the gym. Jack was just as joyful as normal. He thought that it was hysterical that I was as sore as I was (seriously, just walking hurt) but that I was still at the gym. He helped me stretch, and get warmed up, and then we jumped in, head first.

During one of my first sets of weights, Jack came up behind me, grabbed my sides, and said, "This has to go." Thanks a lot Jack. It was a much more fun session today. Jack had fun pushing me around. One of the other trainers, as soon as he heard that I go to Harvard (it is SO much easier just to tell them that I go to Harvard, as opposed to telling them that I go to another university, but attend the Harvard program) told me that I was both pretty and smart. Why isn't this guy my personal trainer?

I pushed myself to the limit tonight. Even though I still couldn't move my legs too well, I didn't let that stop me. I did so many squats tonight that I fell over at the end of it. I couldn't even stand up. My head was spinning, and it was amazing. Thank you, gym. I got a nice little massage at the end of it as well. My muscles were so sore that it actually hurt.

And that is the end of my story. Good night!