Archive for January, 2011

A Bad Relationship Is Like A Pair of Ill-Fitting Running Shoes

Having a bad relationship is like wearing a pair of ill-fitting running shoes.

If you a runner, you will completely understand my analogy. Besides our overall well-being, wearing good-fitting running shoes is critical to a run, which you hope that it will leave you rejuvinated, pain and injury-free. One time I wore a pair of xyz-brand sneakers (no, not Nike, never Nike) that were too snug for my bone-spur big toes, and by the end of the run, I couldn’t bend my toes, my Achilles heel felt like a Achilles-hell. It took a good bit of stretching and a day rest to get it back to normal. That was quite a damage done in just one short run. Imagine its effects if I kept those shoes, foolishly thinking that they will learn to “fit.” The same concept applies to any relationship. Read More


Working Up the Speed

Week 2

It’s the second week of my personal training regime. So far so good. Ok, I admit, most mornings I dread climbing out of bed in the darkness. I’m usually still wobbling when I attempt to put my legs through my running shorts. Each morning I feel my way down the stairs to switch on the light, only to realize how early it still is. I grab a small bite, usually 1/3 of a banana with peanut butter, fill up my water bottle, and off I go down the stairs. The whole time all these are happening, I doubt I could pull through the run.

Thankfully, I’m usually wrong. Read More

Run, Rachel, Run

License: Livestrong Foundation,

Asthma kept me inactive as a child. I vividly remembered one afternoon more than 20 years ago when all the neighboring kids crowded in our living room playing card games with my cousins, having the time of their lives, while I lay on the chair gasping for air…. After I immigrated to the U.S., I inched out of asthmatic terror, plus I had an inhaler to keep wheezing under control. Life was easier because I could breath. As I grew older, I started to notice how much I wished I could run. Watching athletes run on TV commercials and races always lifted me in some spiritual way, however indescribable that feeling may be at the time. I attempted to run, mimicked the moves of athletes, pretending I could fly. I could, however, never run longer than a stretch of a couple of houses without losing my breath. Pretty sad, I know! Read more…