Looking Forward to “Winter”

My momma sent me this pic today of their backyard.   It’s a very different scene than MY backyard in LA.

Winter in Ontario

But Ryan and I built a mountain out of fake snow and a tunnel and then we ran a train through it. Oh! And the whole thing surrounds our happy little three-foot fake Christmas tree. So it’s our little winter wonderland in Hollywoodland. Here’s a pic…


And another…



11 Miles

Yup. I did it. I ran 10 miles. In fact, we went a little farther and did 11 miles… just because. Well, because we accidentally took a wrong turn but that’s another story. The point is, I did it. And now it feels accomplishable.

My running mates are deciding whether we should continue on a half-marathon training pace or up the pace to a full-marathon training. I think my feet wish to continue on half-marathon pace. I might need new shoes. Or new inserts. Something. 11 miles of pounding certainly takes its toll!

We were joined today by one of the faculty/staff members of Act One (Jack Gilbert) and he chose the route. It took us by Warner Bros, Disney, the Los Angeles Equestrian Center, and of course, through Griffith Park and down Forest Lawn. It was a lovely run and we saw several other training groups out. As we past them (going the opposite direction), we would all wave at each other. I enjoyed the solidarity.

And I enjoy running.

I’m starting to think I’m affected.

After The Rain

It was raining on Friday in Los Angeles.

Unusual, wet, meaningful rain. Cleansing rain. Cool rain. Rain that makes all the colours saturated. Yummy rain. Rain that beckoned me to run in it. So, decked out in plastic clothes specially crafted (in China?) just for running, I ventured out.

It rarely rains in LA. I thought of the recent fires. I thought of home. I thought of my father. Once we’d seen a runner running while it was snowing, through slushy streets, and my father had commented, “Now that’s dedication.”  While it was only rain, and it was a cool 59’F in the balmy California fall, I was still running in the rain. And I wondered if he’ll be proud of me, and say, “Now that’s dedication.”

I got slapped in the face several times by low-hanging, sopping-wet branches. Water ran down my neck and sloshed into my aerated shoes. And it was one of my best runs yet.  Strong stride, good turnover, little bounce.

And not too hot!

9 Miles!!

So yesterday’s goal was to run 8 miles.

But my running partner and I arrived at the designated location without a designated route (others were out of town)! So we ran when we thought would be about 8 miles. And afterwards, we discovered, with the use of sophisticated measuring devices (my car), that we’d run 9 whole miles!

The great part is, it was a good run. We took it slow at the beginning and ran strong at the end.  I think I could have gone at least 3 or 4 more miles!  It was a good day.

So I’m starting to enjoy running!  It’s fun when you don’t feel like you’re in pain the whole time! Don’t know if we’ll do 9 miles again next week or if we’ll move ahead to 10 miles…