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The Making of a Dumb Datum

Imagine 10,000 years in the future. Two archaeologists are digging a site, and they find the remains of human bones. They take those remains to the lab, perform tests on them, and try to reconstruct the habits and lifestyle of that human. Say those bones belong to me. They are trying to find out my story, how I lived, what I ate, where I traveled, etc. Once they find all the info they need, they toss it into a museum where they store all other such ancient human remains they find. I was essentially one data point to them in trying to understand how humanity evolved over time. Or I can also call myself a “datum”, the singular form of data, literally one piece of information to solve a bigger puzzle. Honestly, I don’t need 10,000 years to become a datum. I am already a part of several datasets people use these days to study many things. So for that objective learner, I am already a datum. Now let me get to how I got the dumb part of it. I have had an interesting and eventful life so far...
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I had an interesting arc in the race I ran today. It was a surprisingly hot and humid day in Dallas, but that didn’t stop me from being too ambitious and starting fast. In hindsight, I should have started conservative and pushed harder in the second half of the race. But I keep having this same hindsight realization from the past three races, so at this point I need to accept it as just how I am wired and plan around it. I can’t prevent that sweet rush of adrenaline from hitting me when I stand at the starting line of a race. Maybe because all of it feels like a wonderful dream, which gets interrupted when my mom wakes me up asking me to get ready for school, and I go back to being that skinny eight-year-old who was mocked in the playground for ‘running funny’ by other kids. So, I better run as fast as I can and give it my all, while I am still inside this dream. At mile 8, my left calf started protesting with a cramp. I underestimated 96% humidity and didn’t carry any sodium, so...
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Race

I ran my first half marathon race on Nov 2, 2025. It was a small race organized by Dallas Run Club around White rock lake. When I started seriously training for this race, I had this goal of finishing it under 2 hour 15 mins. But over the course of training, I learned a few things about myself – I don’t have the raw pace or any hidden talent, but I do have this capacity to suffer for an extended period of time. So, upon the suggestion of a friend who is an experienced runner, I changed my target for this race to a sub-2-hour finish time. I trained obsessively with this goal in my mind for almost two months. On the race day, I somehow lost track of the 2-hour pacer, so I tried to stick with the 1:55 pacer. There was this one tiny hill called T&P hill (named after Texas-Pacific Railway line) which comes around the 4-mile mark. I had not trained the muscles needed to run uphills, so I slowed down and saw the 1:55 pacer, surrounded by a group of aspiring 1:55 finishers, pull ahead. B...
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Bright Pink Lemonade

October is ending, and I see spooky Halloween decorations everywhere. If it was eighteen years ago, these decorations would have surely frightened me and made me run back to my mom in tears. My mom would have said “you are ten years old and you are still afraid of these things?” I would both be in tears and still shake my head to deny that I am afraid, because I was a little liar. I am no longer little, and I am trying to practice radical honesty. Therefore, I must admit that I cried a lot in the beginning of this October. I was backpacking in Colorado sand dunes with a friend in the first week of this month. It was an off-season, so there were only two of us who were crazy enough to drag our heavy backpacks up those dunes, where we sank a little into the soft sand with every forward step we took. I let my friend go ahead as he is a fast hiker, and as I was walking by myself, my brain had a lot of time with no distractions to bombard me with a lot of thoughts. Most of those thoug...
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Rage Lightly

I woke up today and for some reason I was reminded of this phrase “go gently into the raging night.” I told myself it doesn’t feel right, maybe it is “go raging into the gentle night.” I thought for a while, and couldn’t figure out what was the right phrase, and it drove me nuts. Maybe I do have a gold fish memory. Anyhow I gave up and asked my friend google, and the right phrase was “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Excellent, but I feel like this contradicts Aldous Huxley, who wrote “Lightly, child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.” This proves to me that wise people can’t come to an agreement on anything.
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Made up Answers

A few days ago, I saw a reddit thread where someone asked this question of “does everything work out in the end?” I ask this question to myself when I am deeply hurting. So, while I am familiar with this existential question, I don’t know the answer to it. Maybe it’s because I am yet to reach the end. I still took a shot at answering it. I commented that things don’t always work out in ways we hope, but they rather work out in the ways we come to accept. But what I didn’t comment is that I am not really sure of this answer. I was just trying to give a stranger some temporary relief from their pain. Because when I was hurting and asked this question to the void, I wished I had the void shout back some made up answer like this.
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Just Keep Swimming

  1.      Yesterday night I had to review a pull request until 10 pm, and I didn’t know a lot of things in it. I love that my job throws me into unknown waters, and asks me to figure out myself how to swim to the surface, but it’s also stressful to do it every single time. I drown 9 out of the 10 times. I wish someone throws me a life jacket, but no, all I get is a subscription to Claude. But I also have been feeling grateful lately - for the first time in my life, I am in a job role where I am overwhelmed not by the piling up of mindless tasks, but rather by the number of new things to learn. So, for now, I am trying to be like Dory, and sing “just keep swimming.” I am not expecting to become very good at this swimming thing, but maybe I will at least learn how to float! (of course, swimming is a metaphor because I don’t actually know how to swim)   2.      I am learning to deal with some of my not-so-funny patterns like self-blame ...
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Running with Questions

Last month I ran back-to-back 50 mile weeks. So, it naturally gave me this idea of how would it feel if I run three continuous 50 mile weeks. I am happy to report that I now know how it feels. With my morning run today, I had completed running 161 miles in the last three weeks. The first week felt the most difficult. I was exhausted and also was dealing with a mild sickness. The same week, I also ended up burning the popcorn in my microwave, which I thought was a good figurative representation of the burnout I was feeling. The second week started no different, I was very exhausted initially. But at this point, I also actively started thinking about the problem of burnout – how do I solve it using the tools I have under my control? It helped that I have been reading multiple books over past month, spread across genres like autobiographies, philosophy, and neuroscience. By the end of the second week, it all finally clicked to me.   Running usually poses three types of questions...
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