


I don't get super excited this time of year. So a few days ago, during one of my runs, I psychoanalyzed why this is...why it is that I am ambivalent this time of year.
Cultural Identity
Thanksgiving and Christmas are largely American traditions, and ones most immigrant families have embraced over time. But growing up, there were no Thanksgivings at the Nguyens. I mean, our ancestors weren't pilgrims who landed east to settle into this fledgling of a country, so mom and dad did not make any deal of it.
So what was thanksgiving to us? I think we would go to a Chinese restaurant and eat. Truth be told, it carried little significance. I think one year I actually spent it with a friend's family.
And Christmas? Sure we were raised Catholics, so the Jesus thing we got down. But the whole notion of Santa was spoiled by my older brothers, and there were no presents under the tree. Instead, the kids got to go to the toy store and pick our favorite toys. Not the same Christmas tradition as most.
Vegas Deja Vu
Holidays devoid of American traditions were evident last Christmas when I flew to Las Vegas to visit my parents. My childhood best friend, Michelle, also came to spend "Christmas" with the Nguyens.
We had a nice "Christmas Eve" dinner, Vietnamese and family style. Then Michelle and I hit the strip around 11pm, went to the Ghost Bar and a nightclub called Light at the Bellagio Hotel.
So I'm thinking there would be few if anyone out. Wrong. The place was packed with Asians and Middle Easterners. Yep, those who observed the holidays just like the Nguyens.
I think we left the hotel around 6am. Seems strange? Maybe. But holidays seem different to me.
Now I'm not trying to be a curmudgeon about the holidays... I find it a wonderful thing that this is the time of year to focus on family. That matters. But I try to treat anytime I see my family as a holiday... as a blessing.
Notwithstanding, I wish I was spending this thanksgiving in Seattle with "he who shall not be named."
Cheers and happy training!
"Whenever two people meet, there are really six people present. There is each man as he sees himself, each man as the other person sees him, and each man as he really is. "- Williams James
Plus Papa Nguyen was in town for the weekend, so we had a sleepover at pinkgurugal's casa.
Friday night I taught Mai Lynh how to growl like a tiger.Yep, my studly galpal is that fast that she got a slot.
Now for you non-triathletes out there (sorry, you don't what you're missing)...this is like the superbowl of the half ironman race.
While the meager Ironstar half ironman officially ended my season a few weeks, this race ends hers.
A full race report will follow when I will ask The Chelly to be a guest writer, but here are her results.
HOLY SMOKIN SHIT!
1324/1181/946 (these are her ranks as she finished each part of race: swim, bike and run...notice how her rank just gets better and better and she passes 378 people!)
:40:44 SWIM
2:39:22 BIKE
1:38:05 RUN
5:04:04 TOTAL
Kelly, We are all SO proud of you. What an amazing race year it has been for you. Thank you for making this ironman journey with me. I love you!
Now let's go do some well deserved partying!
Cheers and happy training!
"Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing." Abraham Lincoln
The Men in My Life
Among them, the relationships I have with my colleagues, especially the photographers and engineers I've known since the beginning of my 15 year career, most of which has been spent in Houston save for Saipan, Guam and Atlanta.
This is Kevin Greer, Eddie McCain and Jaime Zamora. I have known Kevin and Jaime from my early days as a 22 year old writer at the ABC station. I remember shadowing these photographers when I was just a young cub aspiring to become a reporter. Some of them even helped me edit my resume tape together.
And shit, Jaime's once baby twin girls are now 14... time really does fly!!
As for Eddie, he is an engineer at our station and runs the live truck. He calls me "Miss Chau" and aside from stuffing ourselves into a tiny live truck countless times to edit and beat deadlines, we've had some great, deep and personal conversations. There was a time in our lives we were enduring some similar personal ordeals.
Next is is me, Craig Bell and Gus Pereyra. Craig is a brand new reporter at the ABC station, but Gus works with me. We work with many photographers, but Gus is among my favorite with whom to work. He calls me his little sister. And we share a love for cycling. In fact, Gustavo was the first person who took me for my first long ride on my bike. 47 miles and all I had was one gu. How things have changed...
In corporate America, I presume your cohorts are limited to watercooler talk. Not in TV News. Not as a field reporter. You get close to these guys. You learn from them. You hear their life stories. They've heard mine, whether it be fun and silly, or serious and depressing. Man I'll miss these very human moments.
We cover real life stories. On this day we covered a very terrible murder trial. But set aside work, we bond.
What an honor it is boys... keep doing the great work you do, and don't let middle management bring you down!
Cheers and happy training! "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. " Carl Jung
This is my massage therapy ball I NEVER leave home without. It's kind of like a tennis ball but is stronger. Basically I roll it and hold it in the sore areas of my back, but and legs... oooh....ahhh.... feels so good.
Not as good as a Cheryl Francisco massage, but it does the job on a crunch. Find me some carpet, and I'm down.
Cheers and happy training!
"Eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath--O Father!--chiefly known to me by Thy rod--mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world’s, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God."
Moby Dick by Hermann Melville
That's me, in...ahem... let's just call it a cat-like outfit. Jane's Addiction had on a highly creative outfit... she's Michael Vick after the dogs attacked. I think she looks adorable.
John Robertson was a nun. He and his fiance Anna hosted a small party.
Liam tried another look, but still looked...well, you be the judge.
And TriRyGuy threw on his trusty Indian suit. Scalp me baby!
Kids, let's do this again next year! :)
Cheers and happy training!
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail" Ralph Waldo Emerson