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What a day. I woke up at 5am so we could get to the starting line by 6:15am and make sure we were ready when the race started at 7:00am. We had a really late dinner and didn’t get home till midnight. And I couldn’t really go to sleep right away anyway because I was up till 3am the night before. Note to self: be sure to get more sleep and have a better sleep schedule before your next race.

Kenneth and I are really lucky we even got to run in the race. I thought I had signed up online, but I realized I never got a confirmation email, nor was my card ever charged, so I think the web form broke when I signed up back in February (but silly me I never double checked that). So Kenneth and I are basically begging the registration people to let us run even though they were sold out (How you get 7,000 people signed up to run 13.1 miles is beyond me). But Kenneth worked his magic and we got two spots from these two girls who dropped out. Kenneth would be “Heather” and I would be “Cyndi.” Sweet. Luckily, they whited out the girls’ names on our bibs and we got our timing chips reassigned to our names.

Derek, me and Kenneth. If you look closely you can see how I wrote my name over the whited out ‘Cyndi’ while Kenneth’s name ‘Heather’ is still slightly visible.

The course was awesome - going through downtown Vancouver and then all the way around Stanley Park with some absolutely gorgeous scenery. Thank God that the weather was nice - about 40 or 50 degrees with some sunshine most of the way. Man 13 miles was a lot longer than I thought, though. The other guys kept me going and we had a pretty brisk pace for the first 6 miles or so, we were running about 8 and a half minute miles, on pace to finish under 2 hours. But around the 7 mile marker I started to hit a wall. Both ankles were already getting sore, and now the ’stitches’ in my right side were pretty painful and I couldn’t really take even moderately deep breaths. I had to slow my pace down pretty dramatically and I’m thankful Derek and Kenneth stayed with me and kept motivating me to keep going.

To get an idea of what it was like to run in the race, here’s a photo I found on flickr of the Full Marathon start.

Here’s an overhead view of some half-marathon runners. [last 2 photos courtesy: thelastminute]

Honestly though - there were times when I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it. Like I said before - it’s more of a mental and psychological challenge. I just couldn’t let failure be an option. And when I didn’t think I could keep going, I used a couple different tactics to stay motivated. I would play songs in my head to keep me upbeat and psyched up. Good thing I was singing Eye of the Tiger at karaoke on Friday, so it was still fresh in my mind. Another great song was the Star Wars main theme. It was the same song I would blast in my dorm room right before I left to go take an final exam. That worked pretty well. Of course thinking of all the encouragement given to me by friends and family was great (so thanks for the kind words, guys!) made it easier.

The three of us exhausted after the race.

But overall, there were times when I really wanted to give up and none of the above tactics worked. Besides praying to Jesus for strength (which definitely helped, too), it was thinking of Oliver that helped me go on. I thought about all the pain he endured through his surgeries, treatments and chemotherapy. Any minor pains in my feet, legs or side was really nothing compared to that. I was inspired how he persevered through all that and that helped put things in perspective. Lots of people had friends or family standing beside the roads cheering them on. I pictured Oliver standing on the sidelines cheering me on, making fun of me, or just smiling as he watched me go by. I would imagine him being right around the next corner and when I would see him I felt like I could keep going. During the last mile I saw him at the finish line, just waiting for me to meet him there and give him a big sweaty hug.

Although I know these visions were all in my imagination, doesn’t make them less real to me. I had two great friends I consider as brothers run with me today and we finished together at 2:08:31 (much faster than I thought I would do). But in the race of life, I’ve had a lot of people help keep me going and inspire me. No single person has had more of an impact on me than Oliver. I’m still running this race of life, and I believe he’ll be waiting there for me at the finish line.

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this has been a tough weekend for me. at least in terms of saying goodbye. i knew a total of 4 people when drove up to seattle from stanford over labor day weekend 2006. this weekend 2 of them left seattle. these were guys who i knew at school and have gotten to know better since they moved up to seattle. it doesn’t feel like that long in a sense, since i can distinctly remember my first few days and weeks in seattle. feeling lost, lonely and a bit afraid. it was reassuring to know that i had friends from school around who were in the same boat. 19+ months later i’m lucky to have found a great community at work, church and through other friends from school. i was able to host a great birthday fundraiser last month and raise money for kids’ education in the philippines.

yet, i still feel this sadness when i see my friends go. and my friend amy is leaving at the end of the month to go to china. we celebrated a goodbye party for her this weekend which was fun, but also makes me reflect on things. goodbye’s are hard, but hey, when nick left for japan last year it was tough, but we still keep in touch. that encourages me at least. i mean i don’t live near most of my college friends and we still talk once in awhile or if i’m lucky i get to visit them or they visit me. real friendships don’t end - they just evolve. and who am i to be afraid of evolution?

goodbyes only lead to new beginnings, and while i’ll miss my friends, i’m also excited for them. [photo courtesy of shish0r]

here’s a little dedication to you guys. a song by rob costlow - one of my favorite piano composers - appropriately entitled ‘goodbyes’

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This weekend I succeeded in at least two things: taking a lot of pictures and playing a lot of basketball. I’d say that any time I can say both of those things in the same weekend, it’s been a good weekend (though switch basketball with soccer and that’s a great weekend).

Saturday I played in a 3 on 3 tournament with some friends from work at the Pro Club (aka the “Microsoft Gym”). Originally we wanted to play in the co-ed division so I asked my friend Emily and she got her friend Kitty to play with us. But, when they e-mailed us the tournament schedule, we saw that there were only 2 teams with girls on them. So there weren’t enough teams to sign up for the co-ed division and they combined us with the men’s league. Well, Steve, Eric and I thought we’d be up for the challenge.

Overall, the competition was pretty good for us. We always played with one girl on the court and two guys. Other teams would sometimes guard Emily or Kitty with a giant 6 foot+ dude for some reason, while a shorter guy would guard one of the guys. We ended up going 1-3 in the round-robin tournament. We should have won 2 games and could have won 3 but the ball didn’t bounce our way you could say. Still, we had a lot of fun and considering our size and gender disadvantage, we did pretty well.

Here’s a picture of our team. Yes, I am aware that I look like an idiot.

Later that day I went into downtown Seattle to Wasabi Bistro for my friend Han Mae’s birthday party. We had most of the back room reserved, which was good since we had like 30 people there or so. I was official photographer for the night, and I took way too many pictures to post here, but I’ll post a few.

It was a night for Wasabi.

It definitely complimented the white salmon sashimi. Oishii desu ne!

David, Randy, Nancy, and Han Mae. Some of the first people I met in Seattle when I first interview here about a year ago.

The birthday girl and me.

Flowers! For me? Aww, you shouldn’t have.

Singing “Happy Birthday”

Hmm, what should I wish for?

Yeah, that’s a good wish. Now if I can just blow out all these candles, I mean candle.

Don’t we all want to be a princess? I know I do…

A homemade present - isn’t that sweet?

Downtown Seattle at about… it looks like 10:55pm.

The guys chillin’ out later at the Triple Door - a jazz bar.

By the end of the night, you could tell Han Mae had a good time, especially with Clara and Ann by her side.

We weren’t able to go out dancing because of the crowd, but I obliged her a last dance of the evening.

Han Mae was the first person I met in Seattle when I came to visit over a year ago. Our mutual friend Derek G (who was in my fraternity in college) introduced us at a Swing Dance night at the Century Ballroom. She was nice enough to show me around some last year and she also introduced me to Quest Church. Thanks Han Mae, and Happy Birthday!

For your enjoyment, the rest of the 119 pictures can be found here.

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When I was booking my flight to the Philippines, the travel agent told me, “Well we have this flight for you, but it requires a 8 hour layover in Taipei.” Normally, spending 8 hours in the airport would be pretty boring, but I had no intention of doing that. I told the travel agent, “That sounds perfect.” You see, last summer I participated in a summer program through the group Volunteers in Asia (VIA) where I was a host for foreign students from Taiwan and Japan as part of the American Language and Culture (ALC) program. Basically, I got to know about 70 different students from Japan and Taiwan during their one month program at Stanford. I thought that this layover would be a great opportunity to see some of the students again.So I stepped off the plane in Taipei around 3pm and proceeded to customs and then the information desk where people thankfully spoke passable english. I asked how to get to Nationa Cheng Chi University, and they guy handed me two maps. I was supposed to take a bus and and then a train to the Taipei Zoo, which was very near the university, and then I could walk or take a quick cab ride. My other option was to just take a can straight from the airport. However, it’s over an hour-long drive to Taipei and the cab would cost about $50. Besides, doesn’t navigating the public transit system in a place where I can’t read any signs nor speak to anyone sound like a fun idea? I thought it did.

I managed to make my way there through a lot of pointing and grunting, nodding and shaking my head. The info desk guy circled a couple key places on the map he gave me so I just kept pointing at those places to the different drivers, and the MRT station had some English on it. The train system wasn’t quite as complicated as the one in Tokyo where I spent the summer of 2005, so I was able to figure it out. I called my friends from a pay phone once I got on campus and they proceeded to give me the grand tour.

First stop was to pick up some authentic pearl milk tea. Quite good if I say so myself.

In front of the main library with my many tour guides.

This was definitely the highlight of the trip for me. Eating lots of fresh, hot and delicious Taiwanese food. I’m not even going to attempt to explain all that I ate, but it was basically awesome.

At this point the only other guy Alex had to take off and it left me in a rather interesting position as the only guy at a table of girls. This defintely doesn’t happen at Microsoft.

Sadly, the night came to an end all too soon. They walked me to the bus station and Nicki, Yvonne and Tina were gracious enough to accompany me all the way to the airport. This was supposed to be a “tough Jedi” pose. But Nicki isn’t looking so tough. It’s okay though.

Overall, it was fun end to a trip that was altogether too short. I am going back to Japan and Taiwan at the end of June though (all the hosts are visiting together as part of the program from last year). For anyone from ALC2, I miss you guys!

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