Stream of consciousness

I'm really sad that I didn't get to Crossfit today. You know when you're expectations are not met, and you're let down, that's how I feel. My plans for the day were to shop for a Japanese themed event with Chef John in Little Tokyo; then head to the garment district to shop for the outfit I plan to wear to my birthday party. After that I was going to do AMRAP front squats, pull ups and double unders.  But yesterday, I get a call late in the afternoon from Zeni, saying that she needed my help with the proposal she was making in front of the board of directors at Hard Rock Hotel in LV. She planned to drive into LA so we can meet to make revisions and clean up the 84 page proposal. She'd be at the office after lunch. Of course, I obliged and nixed my own endeavors.

I ended up spending a grueling 7 hours pouring over 84 pages of dribble. I edited it down to 81 pages, and checked and cross checked all the facts, and corrected all gramatical errors. I left the office close to 10PM.

So, I missed what looked like an awesome workout. Tomorrow's WOD is deadlifts, yay! Just yesterday I was telling David that I felt like we hadn't had a straight heavy deadlift day, and lo n' behold, the Universe heard my cry and gave me deadlifts. I want to set a new PR. I have record that I lifted 145#, but I don't believe it, I think it's a typo. I think my true single rep max PR is 135#. I'd be happy to do 140#.  I'm determined to go to the 10AM class, then jet back to Little Tokyo to pick all the bowls and sake cups we ordered today, then off to Dreamworks to be the Sushi chef for the day.

Friday, I'm a guest on Kababayan LA, a show on the "Asian" public access network, reppin' Azukar Organics. We film at 11AM and I'm not quite sure how long it's going to last.

So tomorrow might be my last work out of the week. I will try my best to go to Friday 6:30. Saturday I want to attend Crossfit 101, but I think I'll opt to get my hair did in the morning. My stylist, Toshiro, is out of town, I think back in Japan, so I'm not sure if I trust any of the other stylist there. We'll see.

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See, when I don't crossfit my energy levels are in the tank.

Birthday party. I'm haven't really thought about it. I'm just really excited to see people I haven't seen in a long time. Like Carla, Alice, Heather. Even Nate. We had a secret lunch last Wednesday. He pretty much told me, "Don't tell Heather I'm out with you." 9 years later and he still has to sneak around to hang out with his sister. Makes me fuckin' sick, I tell ya.

Life is good. I'm happy. I love everyone.