Bel Air, MD

I had decided to visit an old family friend in MD while I was in the city. We arrived to NY on Friday am after a red eye and we left for MD on the Amtrak on Monday at 4am out of Penn Station. I ended up falling asleep and missed my exit. Luckily the next exit was still close to my friend’s house so we had a wait a bit while she arrived.

Julia Gulia has been in my life before I actually met her. My mom and her mom were high school friends from Korea and when I was in 7th grade and when Julia was in 8th grade, we met in person. Since then we’ve been inseparable. We had a nine year hiatus while in our mid-20s to now but we picked up right where we left off.

We got into MD around 8am and left on Wednesday at 8pm. we had a great full three days in Bel Air and it was not enough.

We catched up, watched tv, played with the children, ate and repeated for three days. Tyler stayed home with us on the first day but on the 2nd and 3rd day, he went to the TKD studio with Julia’s husband. He had summer camp going on at his business so it worked out well! Tyler met new friends and was able to be active all day instead of being on his iPad playing Fortnite.

I was so sad to leave but exctied about our future meeting. Because as teens we saw each other every year (visiting one another from LA to VA) or sometimes twice a summer, we wanted to keep the tradition for our children. ๐Ÿ™‚

#ILOVEYOU @Equinox #doingjim

I love the Beverly Hills location mostly for their showers. Oh and the proximity to the office of course, but that’s not really equitable.

Out of all the Equinoxes I’ve experienced, the BH location has the largest showers. The time that I go only attracts senior citizens so I’m so good with that. I’m so particular that I started to wake up even earlier than when I first started so I can park right in front. I don’t like parking in the garage because it’s hassle. I go early enough where the street parking laws aren’t enforced. I like to go from door to door essentially.

The staff is wonderful in the mornings, Shayma is great. I now have gone too many times that she knows me by my name which I like. It’s always nice to be greeted with my name.

The locker rooms are spacious, however there aren’t any tall lockers like Newport and Westwood (only two I can think of that has it, oh and maybe a NY location). Westwood has a sitting area, and the locker room is MUCH larger, but the showers are tiny like Newport and Huntington.

I remember when I first joined Equinox in 2009/2010 ish. I remember times in my life by the boyfriends I’ve had or what job I was working. I was riding my GSXR600 to Irvine for work and decided to get a membership in Newport. I first went to Sports Club in Irvine, but it was too expensive for me at the time, so I opted for the $135/month trap with Equinox. I’ve been a member ever since and couple years after joining, I upped my membership to All Access, still no access to Century City and more recently the Sports Club takeovers.

Now I pay… well just up until last month, I paid $208. They’ve increased $5 every year. I just recently got a letter in the mail and they are upping my dues $10. So now I’ll be paying $218 for April and until they decide to raise the price again.

Nonetheless, I fucking love Equinox.

@SabanTheatre #FrankSinatra #100thTribute

Bear got me the most amazing tickets to the Frank Sinatra Tribute Concert performed by Frank Sinatra Jr. at the Saban Theatre!!!

I got it for my birthday and at first I didn’t want it as my birthday gift but I realized that I enjoy gifts that keep on giving. Or shall I say time released. ๐Ÿ˜›

He got the best seats and through each song I teared and got goosebumps all over my skin. It was such a memorable experience and I wish Tyler had been with us. Although there were no kids at the concert, I want to expose Tyler to as much great music when I can.

I will never forget this moment and will cherish it until I die.

I really wish I got to see Frank Sinatra perform before he died.

Now I need to go see Tony Bennett before he croaks. ๐Ÿ˜›





Is doing my best, really doing my best?

Over dinner, Bear was telling me about his day and how he got a ride home from a professor. I asked how that even happened and he told me that they were having a conversation by the bus stop. The professor was sharing his experiences with his students about how they dislike him because his class is too hard. He added to it by telling Bear that although the class was difficult, the students always came back telling him how much they learned. Bear started to tell him a story about a difficult class he took at KU. But then got interrupted because the professor’s friend called to give him a ride. That’s how Bear got home tonight.

My curious little mind asked him what his story was. (I forgot Bear likes to talk excessively when he gets into talking, it’s rare, but it happens). ๐Ÿ˜›

He started to tell me about theย class he had in college and how after the first couple of assignments and tests he kept failing. At the end of the semester, the professor told the class that the grade on the final could be 95% of the final grade. Bear decided to meet the professor and he ended up studying for three days straight and got a 97% on the final exam, passed the class with an A and blew away all the other students in the class. Even the ones that were studying throughout. He continued to explain that it was the only class where he retained any information. Not only did he learn the subject but he pushed himself so hard that he discovered that he was able to succeed and do his best if he put his best foot forward.

He knew then that once he put his mind to anything, he will be able to do everything. The biggest lesson for him during the four years of college was to do the best that he could.

As he kept talking, I drifted off and thought about my accomplishments. (None to date).

I assume I always try my best, but honestly, anyone that knows me and how I grew up, knows that I didn’t have to try much. Everything was given to me or it was easily achieved. I never tried my best and I never pushed myself.

In the midst of my thoughts I heard Bear still talking about how he does that currently with golf. He practices hard and when he gets to a point he’s satisfied with, he stops and gets bored. He lost me after that again. I kept thinking. HARD. I can’t ever think of a time I tried so hard that I accomplished something so amazing. Or maybe I have but because I’m so hard on myself that it’s not worth remembering? The truth is, I probably really never did anything the best that I could.

By the time we got home, I really wanted to pull myself together and try at something. I needed to push myself and I needed to do it well. I WANT something to show for. I want SOMETHING!

I have always had a lot on my plate at once. Especially now, I MUST GET SOMETHING DONE… SUCCESSFULLY!

Even with #doingJim. I get to a point I’m satisfied and even though I have wallpapers of flat/toned abs, I can never push myself to get there. ๐Ÿ™

I need more ambition.