So I actually managed to glean enough self-motivation to go on a run after I got back from Santa Barbara tonight; another 2.87 miles, this may become a habit (gross).
I also bought dental floss, which is much more exciting than it sounds.
Running at 11 pm in Sherman Oaks is definitely not as frightening as running at 11 pm in say, Van Nuys. But Van Nuys is like, a half mile from Sherman Oaks (silly L.A.) so it's all a LITTLE frightening. Initially, I kept seeing something that looked like it could be someone out of the corner of my eye. Then I realized that the various streetlights gave me two shadows instead of one. And to think I used to walk home from the bus stop at midnight without a care in the world in ghetto-turned-Vietnamese South Seattle. At age 14. Hmph.
About Me
- justdusty.rakm'ubak
- Born and raised in Seattle, Washington where I learned to love tea and rain and evergreen trees. Found a love for Judaism in NFTY after a slight push from Rabbi Michael Latz, set my sights on becoming a rabbi at age 16 and have been moving toward that goal ever since. Moved to sunny southern California for college and graduated from UC Santa Barbara in 2008 with a BA in Religious Studies. During my undergraduate years, I fell in love with cycling, spent a year in Dublin Ireland (and worked as a Starbucks barista!) and wrote my undergraduate thesis on JUBUs (Jewish Buddhists). After college I had the privilege of serving NFTY SOCAL's phenomenal teens as their regional advisor for two years before enrolling at Hebrew Union College's School of Rabbinic Studies.
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