I've been quite distant lately. I know.
I apologize.
Here's the thing. My charger to my very reliable laptop gave up on me and Best Buy just is not fitting into my very hectic schedule at this time (mini violin playing). 'Tis truly sad.
A lot has happened since the day my car got broken into.
Well. It HAS been a few weeks- I would hope a lot would happen since then or else I'd be worried. I can not even begin to tell you. Family reunions, San Diego, no more raw, Santa Barbara, actual vegetables, vegan delights, team in training KICK OFF- WHERE DO I BEGIN.
Well.
I'll start off with today.
Like any other day- I went running.
Griffith Park was my destination although I was craving a long distance run perhaps to runyon and farther. However, there was a point in my decision. I wrote a little thank you card to one of the guys that helped me out during my oh so dramatic car experience last month. I misplaced his phone number and didn't know how to get a hold of him but ALAS! He hikes Griffith every Sunday morning.
I treked up Griffith and for some reason my body was saying something. Maybe I'm pushing it too hard, maybe I'm getting old, maybe I didn't stretch enough... but I had to walk the last quarter mile and walking I did. Something I learned when I hurt my knee- you ALWAYS listen to your body. Don't my a stubborn Sawna.
Well. I think I must've missed him. His car wasn't there. Gosh you Murphy Law.
First my body giving up on me. Now I have to carry a thank you card during my hike. Needless to say, I was not motivated to run. NOT. AT. ALL.
I did stretch and re string my left shoe because my foot was hurting. Its amazing how re-stringing your shoes can make a difference.
I ran about 20 paces. No. 10 and turned around. What was I thinking? I was not in a good mood. I felt guilty for not thanking the guy earlier and gosh... I'll have to save the note till next Sunday. So I turned around and started running down Bronson back home.
I don't know if it was the slight decline, the way I re-laced my sneakers, the fact that I saw the cutest pair of bunnies run by me, that my dads ipod I borrowed has hip hop on it, or if it was just that very large fudge brownie I ate last night (as I type- I wink)... I was suddenly motivated to run.
Boy did I run.
I ran where the lights took me. Ran down bronson across Hollywood down vine. Then running along Sunset up Cahuenga passing my very favorite Farmers market back to Hollywood to La Brea passed the Panda II street closure infront the chineese theater all the way back down Hollywood to Gower. I told myself I wouldn't stop- I started following the lights, then disregarding the lights. Gave light to the meaning "Runnning red lights". Of course I took precausion. I wouldn't "run" a red light unless there were no red cars. (I can hear my dad dialing my phone number right now to comment on this subject).
Needless to say. Two hours later, approximately 12 miles and 100 lunges later I'm sitting on the couch, leg up, frozen Trader Joes organiz rasperries bag on my knee (its only a precausion to later pain).
Now.
If only I could get up. Get ready. and start my day.
WISH ME LUCK.
I'll catch you up on these past few months... soon.
Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.
*** Special thanks to Casey Elofson for sending a beautifully written note with her donation towards the Leukemia Lymphoma Society as well as thanks to Carla Galleta, a San Diegan half marathon runner and friend! Thank you for your heart warming donations!!!
I apologize.
Here's the thing. My charger to my very reliable laptop gave up on me and Best Buy just is not fitting into my very hectic schedule at this time (mini violin playing). 'Tis truly sad.
A lot has happened since the day my car got broken into.
Well. It HAS been a few weeks- I would hope a lot would happen since then or else I'd be worried. I can not even begin to tell you. Family reunions, San Diego, no more raw, Santa Barbara, actual vegetables, vegan delights, team in training KICK OFF- WHERE DO I BEGIN.
Well.
I'll start off with today.
Like any other day- I went running.
Griffith Park was my destination although I was craving a long distance run perhaps to runyon and farther. However, there was a point in my decision. I wrote a little thank you card to one of the guys that helped me out during my oh so dramatic car experience last month. I misplaced his phone number and didn't know how to get a hold of him but ALAS! He hikes Griffith every Sunday morning.
I treked up Griffith and for some reason my body was saying something. Maybe I'm pushing it too hard, maybe I'm getting old, maybe I didn't stretch enough... but I had to walk the last quarter mile and walking I did. Something I learned when I hurt my knee- you ALWAYS listen to your body. Don't my a stubborn Sawna.
Well. I think I must've missed him. His car wasn't there. Gosh you Murphy Law.
First my body giving up on me. Now I have to carry a thank you card during my hike. Needless to say, I was not motivated to run. NOT. AT. ALL.
I did stretch and re string my left shoe because my foot was hurting. Its amazing how re-stringing your shoes can make a difference.
I ran about 20 paces. No. 10 and turned around. What was I thinking? I was not in a good mood. I felt guilty for not thanking the guy earlier and gosh... I'll have to save the note till next Sunday. So I turned around and started running down Bronson back home.
I don't know if it was the slight decline, the way I re-laced my sneakers, the fact that I saw the cutest pair of bunnies run by me, that my dads ipod I borrowed has hip hop on it, or if it was just that very large fudge brownie I ate last night (as I type- I wink)... I was suddenly motivated to run.
Boy did I run.
I ran where the lights took me. Ran down bronson across Hollywood down vine. Then running along Sunset up Cahuenga passing my very favorite Farmers market back to Hollywood to La Brea passed the Panda II street closure infront the chineese theater all the way back down Hollywood to Gower. I told myself I wouldn't stop- I started following the lights, then disregarding the lights. Gave light to the meaning "Runnning red lights". Of course I took precausion. I wouldn't "run" a red light unless there were no red cars. (I can hear my dad dialing my phone number right now to comment on this subject).
Needless to say. Two hours later, approximately 12 miles and 100 lunges later I'm sitting on the couch, leg up, frozen Trader Joes organiz rasperries bag on my knee (its only a precausion to later pain).
Now.
If only I could get up. Get ready. and start my day.
WISH ME LUCK.
I'll catch you up on these past few months... soon.
Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.
*** Special thanks to Casey Elofson for sending a beautifully written note with her donation towards the Leukemia Lymphoma Society as well as thanks to Carla Galleta, a San Diegan half marathon runner and friend! Thank you for your heart warming donations!!!