I wanna be Jackie Chan.

During the tail end of college and for a couple years after, 3 of my best man friends and I would go trail running once or twice a week and it was the best thing ever. They were always way faster than me, and I was usually the one that wiped out (one time just days before one of their weddings which I was in because his wife is one of my besties...so I wore a tea length dress with scabbed legs) but it was still so fun. I've decided that running around the streets of Daejeon is very similar to trail running because when you run trails you're always having to side step big roots or jump over a stump...and here, you're either jumping over a 6-year old coming home from school or doing a pick-n-roll on a grandma. (Speaking of the pick-n-roll, I'm getting up at 6am to watch the Huskies destroy the Lobos so it had better happen...and Berg's, I'm glad your Zags aren't choking in the tournament for once:)I've also, unintentionally and very uncoordinatedly, started free running. If you don't know what it is I looked it up on Urban Dictionary just for you:
Free Running: A sport where mad-men (or women*) attempt death-defying stunts and Jackie-Chan esque acrobatic feats.

While nothing I have done is death defying, I have climbed several walls and scared many Koreans when jumping off of said walls. A couple of weeks ago I went running up to a point near my house that a friend and I had found days before and the hill going up to the top is a bear. I experienced this first hand because I had eaten an entire Costco muffin about an hour before and I didn't feel so hot on my way up but the minute I got to the top I up-chucked the entire thing. Or "urped" as my grandma would call it:) But, the view from the top is pretty stinkin sweet. It's right on the border of the city and you can really see how different the lower income areas are compared to the downtown area farther out.


Also, thought you all might like this next pick. Alot of the restaurants that serve seafood, possibly alive, have these tanks out in front and I'm pretty sure they just grab whatever they need out of the tanks when people order. I know for sure that's what they did at the restaurant where I ate the live squid or "thrashing barf bombs" as Heather would call it.

The creatures on the far right in the top tank make me gag just looking at them.

I took some sweet pictures of downtown at night as well as one of a tuna the size of Free Willy, so since Lame keeps bugging me about it I'll put them up as soon as I can!