Last weekend was full of celebrations. On Friday night, Lynn and I celebrated our 11th anniversary (with food, drinks and cake). Saturday, cousin Chi Thu got married, ceremony in the morning, followed by a reception at night. On that same night, we made a brief stop (on the way home from the reception) to sister-in-law Julie's 40th birthday party. Sunday we celebrated Tết/Chinese New Year at my in-laws, simultaneously doing a baby shower for cousin Denise. Afterwards we went to my parents' house to celebrate (and gamble) with them.
On January 19, 2020, I completed the Chevron Houston Marathon. Finishing a marathon has always been on my bucket list. Why? Because it sucks. It's a tough challenge. There's a statistic floating around the internet that said <1% of the US population has ever completed a marathon. I want to be in that rare group.
I was glad to have crossed this off my bucket list. It was brutal. It was the hardest thing I've done. But doing it with friends (and uncle) made it more enjoyable and memorable. We start together. We suffer together. We finish together.
Back in college (when I thought I knew everything), I was pretty sure of what exercise and fitness should look like. I would run an arbitrary number of laps around Gregory Gym. I would do bicep curls with one 10 pound dumbbell (because that's all I had). I would frequently do sessions of 8 minute abs because I wanted six pack abs. 😑
During the winter break, we made a trip to Colorado once again, making it the third time in one year (Leadville and Breckenridge being the previous two) and the fifth time since 2018. Yeah... if we're ever going to move, it's going to be to Colorado. This trip was essentially to research our future move to the Centennial State... but which city? On this trip, we stayed in Boulder, a town about 40 minutes northwest of Denver.