As I have been tweaking my PMC profile, and will continue to do so, more and more folks who have dealt with cancer come to my mind: recently my uncle, the woman I went to China with who passed away from pancreatic cancer last year. Walking into the school library to face over a hundred devastated high school kids was something I will never forget, I don’t think. I made Chinese food this past weekend, and thought of Yafei who probably would have had several things to say about my lack of technique. It was mostly funny.Making Chinese food also reminded me of an old girlfriend’s mother who died years ago from breast cancer. She was such a kind and loving person, an artist, and yes the first white person I knew who could use a wok properly. This whole thing is a bit strange, to say the least.

Full day of school today, which is actually excellent. Then help mom take out her trash and recycling and then drive her over to the car repair place to pick up her car. THEN to the gym.  Tonight I will attend a an online webinar on Religion and Education. Busy day.

Workout February 7, 2011

• 20 minutes at a consistent cadence on the fake bicycles
• 20 minutes on the treadmill

Playlist was just songs on the iPod, alphabetically played, but randomly listed here:

• Dancing Queen
• Full Moon
• American Girls
• Big Yellow Taxi
• Factory Girl
• Funkytown
• I Don’t Know Why
• Does Anybody Know What Time it Is
• Black Betty
• Diamond Girl
• Carpet of the Sun
• Blue Sky
• Black Dog
• Uncle John’s Band
• Africa

It was hard not to sing along like I do in the car. I don’t think that would go over well at the Quincy Y. 

Today felt really good again. But boy am I hungry. Guess I picked the wrong spring to cut back on carbs.