Grand-motherland, ho!

I will be boarding a plane to China at 10 am tomorrow.
 My guess is that it will be an uncomfortable and suffocating ride, and a prison to my body when I get there. But I owe it to my grandparents. I owe it to my parents.
I think what I will miss most about America in the next mere 11 days will be the freedom of running. China is not clean. China smells like poo. On the right streets, it smells like chicken, and if you're lucky, maybe even fried rice. There is no road that's not jammed with people who are too busy to care about anyone but themselves. The air quality is more or less cancerous. At least, that's what I heard. Of Beijing. Not that I'm going there.
In addition, I will miss training. The past two weeks have been my happiest, and certainly not because of finals. It's in part because I've had the honor to officially make many new friends. But it also has a great deal to do with the constant soreness in my buttocks and the unrelenting clench in my hamstrings. I cherish the fatigue in my quads and the strain in my shoulders. That was weird. But it feels (and looks hohoho) good.

This year, God has really just been busting out the surprises. I didn't expect to make these friends. I didn't expect that so many relationship problems would come to terms at the end. It was definitely not in my line of view that I would fall in such a deep depression and sickness for so long. But in end, you know. It's like Job, but a million times less drastic. He gives and takes away. And He gave lots this year.

HONORED.