Gym time today: 3.5 hours.
Total this week: 6 hours.

Pilates, ran a mile (level 1 incline, 8 minute mile pace), walked almost a mile, CSI, Total Dance. My knee is finally starting to heal over, so I thought I would give running a go and see how I felt. My chest felt kind of bad towards the end of the run, but I figure I can probably get back into it without too much trouble.

I started off today feeling sad. I think I had a sad dream, but I couldn't really remember it when I woke up. I kind of wish I could remember it, but maybe then it would have kept making me sad. I don't know.

Better things that happened today:
-I participated in a study for Google. I can't talk about it, because I signed an NDA, but it was interesting.

-My dad told me a story about his grandmother. Apparently her leg got infected when she was young, and her family went to the haole (white) doctor (this was in Hawaii), and the doctor said that there was no cure and they would have to cut the leg off, because otherwise the infection would spread and kill her. Apo (I don't know if that's the right spelling, but this is what my dad calls his grandma) cried and said she'd rather die than live without her leg. Her family decided to wait on the decision and went to the temple to pray for advice. They used some fortune sticks, and the priest there interpreted the sticks for them and said "There is a doctor in your house." The family owned a farm and had some hired farmhands (from China, I think), so they went home and asked if anybody was a doctor. Nobody came forward, so Apo's father asked each person individually, and the last guy admitted that he knew some medicine. Apo's father was like "Why you no say something!?" and the guy said he didn't have the herbs he would need to cure Apo. He said it used to grow there in the valley, but there was no more. Apo's brother volunteered to go searching for it with the farmhand, and they hiked across mountains and valleys all day, searching for it. Finally, it was starting to get late, maybe around 4 pm, and they hadn't found anything. The farmhand said "I think your sister's luck has run out," but Apo's brother didn't want to give up, and said he would go down into the last valley and keep looking. Well, he found something that matched the description (a vine climbing a tree), and the farmhand asked if there was "one potato under it." (When my dad was telling this story, he quoted Apo, and she spoke in a mixture of pidgin English and Chinese, so he thinks 'potato' in this context means 'root') The brother found the "potato," seemingly the last one there, and brought it back to the farmhand, who cut it in half and made the medicine with one half, then saved the second half for later. They went back to Apo and applied the medicine, then bandaged up her leg. She had a fever for awhile, but it went away. After some time had passed, they took the bandage off, and pus(?) poured out of her leg like "one can condensed milk" (I went "AAAAAAHHHH" when my dad said that part). The farmhand applied the second dose of medicine, rebandaged the leg, and it healed up. Apo's foot was crooked because of the way it had healed, though, and she complained to him. He told her to wait a few weeks for it to finish healing. A few weeks later, she went back to him, and he said "you want me fix your foot? I can do." She said she did. He said to look away, and asked, "You scare?" She said "I no scare." Then he apparently just grabbed her foot and did something that popped it back into the correct position. It's always interesting to me to hear these old stories about my family, and to hear my dad speak pidgin.

-That OKC guy I have some hopes for messaged me back today! It had been a few days since he last responded, so I was a little bummed about that before seeing his message today. Not sure if I will be mentioning him that frequently on here, but I'll call him SL for now just in case. I guess he has been busy for work, so he didn't get around to messaging me back, but he apologized for the slow response rate, which I appreciated. I know too many people who are either not aware of their poor response rate or who just don't care enough to apologize for it.

I guess it was Chinese New Year today. Uhh... so... happy Chinese New Year, I guess.

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