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It's almost 1 am, and I am all packed for my Denver trip. And the best part about it is that I don't have to check any luggage in. Yippee!

Now I just have to figure out that whole shuttle issue...

I surfed Pacifica with Eric today. It was weird being there without Jed because that was our surf spot last summer when Jed was still living here. But I managed to surf without my surf mentor.

The conditions were actually quite nice. Beautifully sunny and clear day. Negligible winds. Comfortable waves.

One of my favorite things about surfing is that while I'm on the board, getting pommeled by the waves, I get a lot of time to think... about the next wave and life.

I discussed with Karla my surfism today:

kingisrey: ive been doing thinking too.. on the waves
Babeehug: What happened?
kingisrey: the waves kept on crashing and bashing into me
Babeehug: What was the conclusion?
kingisrey: conclusion was that waves will do that, no matter where u r
Babeehug: I wanted to go into the ocean so bad today
Babeehug: Yup
kingisrey: and its no one's fault. its just that that's what waves do,
Babeehug: They sure the hell do
kingisrey: and i chose to be there in the water, crashing right back at them
kingisrey: but i did that because i knew in order to achieve my goal, i would have to go through the waves
Babeehug: Ya
Babeehug: And you can't always stay in the white water
Babeehug: Eventually, you gotta go out in the greens
kingisrey: so its not h's fault that i am working on the weekends...
kingisrey: but because im going to denver and went to the east coast, which will help me get to those future goals... this is what i need to do.
Babeehug: Ya

Deep thoughts, catalyzed by the water. The summer at work is always a bit choppy, but I know I will get through the waves eventually.

Growing up as a fat kid, I always dreaded the mandatory physical education tests... You remember those don't you?

The obligatory mile run.
The awkward sit and attempt to reach your toes with that funky box measuring contraption.
The push-ups... oh those horrendous push-ups!
And of course the always distressing pull-ups.

As a reformed fat kid, I work ard to keep myself healthy and in shape. I eat well (overload on the antioxidants probably) and exercise regularly (my new favorite machine is the elliptical because I can work out AND read at the same time, which makes me feel fit AND smart!). And because of this, I've overcome the running, the stretching to touch my toes, and the push-ups. I can do those pretty easily. But that damn pull-up has been haunting me ever since fourth grade when I first climbed up to the bar and just hung there, like a lifeless monkey, unable to pull my own body weight up in front of the PE teacher and my classmates. Embarrassing much?

Until today, that is.

Call it a small victory, but it is a victory nonetheless. I did two pull-ups, with no assistance. And the funny thing was that I wasn't expecting them. I was just stretching on the bar and on the off-chance that I could do it, I tried, and then pulled myself up. And then tried again and did it again.

Small victory. I left the gym smiling tonight.

One of my post titles last year after a College Summit workshop went something like "Physically exhausted, but spiritually rejuvenated." Nothing can better describe how I feel after my 12-days of rap director training.

I feel so good about it that I signed up to do another workshop, this time with only one other rap director. I'll be flying to Denver on July 17 to co-rap direct the workshop at Regis University.

In between, I will also be going to Tahoe for our BUILD staff retreat from July 10-12.

And on the 13th, my parents are coming to the bay! I can't wait.