From Seed to Skillet

Yesterday I felt my left thigh cramping up.
Today. It felt worse.
Therefore my workout today was short and sweet.

At first I was upset.
I was looking forward to a great run/hike.
But ALAS! Do you know what today is???
Come on... guess!!!



Hollywood's FARMERS MARKET!!!

Excited?
Me too!!!

The thing I love about Hollywood's Farmers markets are:
*Local organic vegetables (duh!)
*They have the best vegan food stands(breakfast sandwich!)
*There's a handsome man that sells me my pecan butter at a fairly good price
*I get the BEST gardening advice from Jimmy Williams himself. (For FREE!)

The last one is probably my favorite.
I just purchased his book From Seed to Skillet and I can't wait for it to arrive next week.

Watch this and you'll love him too!



I'm re-organizing my garden this week and you bet I'll be at his spot next week with my sketch of my layout to get his opinion!

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

Run Run Run

I feel, if I write down my plan then I have no excuse but to execute it.
There is about two months left till the marathon and I really need to kick my training in high gear.

This next week will be the beginning.
So... here is my plan.
Today- 10 miles (check)
Sunday- 4-6 miles easy
Monday- 7 miles
Tuesday- 4 miles easy/rest
Wednesday- 10 miles am/Rock climbing pm
Thursday- 8 miles run/hike am, pm run/yoga
Friday- Rest?
Saturday- 14 miles

Got it! Get it! Good!

GO TEAM

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

Days off

There's so much to say.
I know.
I know.
I know.
It's been awhile.
You sound like my dad.
I'm sorry.
I am alright.
Geez.

The last thing I want to do is sit behind a laptop/computer and type my days out.
Don't get me wrong. I have the perfect story written in my head but when it comes to actually sitting down and typing, I can't explain it- it's too hot, I should go for a run, I should do my laundry, I should clean my room, I should cook breakfast/lunch/dinner, I should finish my book, you need a ride? I should do that too.
TRUST ME.
I've used every excuse in the book.

The past few weeks have been absolutely wonderful in some cases and in others absolutely terrible.
But where to start?

My days off.
My sacred days.
Are usually spent at home.
When I say home- I mean the place where my parents reside... where I grew up.

Last week, shoot, I can barely remember.
Oh yes.
Last Wednesday I did hill training at Runyon canyon before my sister Annaliese and a friend visiting from Reno, Jamie, were to come visit.


We spent the day walking around Santa Monica which turned out to be nothing but sitting in traffic. Oh LA.

Thursday was Dad day.
We cycled ten miles from his house to my Aunt and Uncles house in Long Beach then drove out to Naples in Belmont Shores to go kayaking and paddle boarding.
Mind you, I have never been paddle boarding before, neither has my father.

WHAT an experience.
Rowing (whatever you call it) down naples, looking at these gorgeous houses and their matching boats all while spending time with family.
After two hours some more family showed up.
My dad- being the expert paddle boarder that he is... decided to show off and ended up falling backwards into the water- sure made me laugh... quite hard.

Once we were watered out. We went back to my aunt and uncles in Long Beach and played a bit of badmitten and eat lunch.

Sometimes I get caught up in my day to day activities that I forget how much I enjoy my families company and how much we have in common. We spent hours together and I could've stayed longer just conversing and enjoying each others company.

After the 20 mile ride, the four hours of kayaking/paddle boarding... I ended the day with a nice 10.5 mile run. It was wonderful.
No ankle pain.
No knee pain.

Pure happiness is how I can describe it.

So far this is it.
Thu- 10.5
Sat- 7.04
Sun-4.37
Mon- 9.5
Wed-7.14
Thu-3.00 + 3hr hike

Today's adventure.
Is another story.

Till next time,
Peace, love, and happiness

Flash back


As I hear the first click of my shoe I stand up and give my first push.
I'm off.
Second click sounds off and both my feet are attached.
I rub my hands against the handle bars to get in a more comfortable position.
Dang. I can already feel sore from this hard seat.
I hear my dad talking. What is he saying?
Right the gears.

I'm suddenly five years old again.
I'm learning how to brake on my bicycle.
My dad is standing infront of me and despite the instructions he is clearly giving me... I keep riding into him.

I'm back. Right here. Right now.
"Do you understand?"
Shoot. What was he saying? Gears right.
I've done this before- it seems as though its been forever.
I don't know what it is, although it has only been a mere two years since my last official ride- I feel its been another life ago.



Its not as though I'm afraid. I've done this before.
The seat is familiar, my fun click in shoes are definitely familiar... its the road.
"I've done this before" I keep telling myself.

The road- its inconsistent surface and unpredictable holes and pumps keep me on my toes.



Two years ago my father would be ahead of me- stronger than me, faster than me- showing me the way. Today, he is behind me, building the muscles that he lost with each mile.



Its been almost 8 months since his stem cell transplant and for him to be back on the bike is amazing.
I remember sitting in the hospital and him saying that aside from being able to spend time with the whole family- he missed being able to cycle and hike with me.
Our first ride consisted of 22 miles. Our second- almost 25.
It's a process, getting your prepared- both mentally and psychically for a ride.

But that time has come. Slowly but surely we have come back.
I'm so grateful to have been able to share the experience with him.





Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

To My Parents

Twenty three years ago today an event occured.
I was born.

8395 days ago my father went out to purchase some lunch for my mother and came back to a crying baby girl.

It's my birthday, yes, but I feel the only celebration in need is toward the two that made me possible.
My mom.
My dad.

Because of them I am here.
Not only did they give me life but they taught me how to live.

My parents are the unsung heroes of my life.
Often, we do not even think about the fact that there were most likely two people who were most influential in making a person who they are.
If a person is great, remember that greatness is not achieved in a vacuum. There were people who sowed the seeds.

So today, I do not celebrate another year but the 23 years that my parents have gifted me.
Without my family- I wouldn't be the person I am today.

Thank you for another great year!





Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

San Diego

Arrived in the beautiful San Diego late last night and will be here till maybe Friday morning.
You read correctly.
I'm on vacation.

My plan is to have no plans.

I'm just going to sit back, relax, and see where this ride will take me.


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

Successful

Successful.
That is how I would describe yesterdays fundraiser.

With over $700 raised in one day, I am truly grateful for everyone who participated.

Laughs, smiles, good conversations with the best company.

'Twas a great fundraiser and I couldn't celebrate my birthday any other way.

Thank you all once again!

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

*** Pictures will be uploaded withing this week.

Thank you!

Sleep is what was not achieved last night.
I believe I was too anxious for what is to come today to slumber.
It's 8:30am and I'm not at practice-YIKES.
I know, I know- but today is a very special day.

No it's not my birthday but my fundraising BBQ.
With everything that I need to get done before the event begins, the only thing I'm feeling is an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

Although this event has yet to occur, I am thankful for all the participants.
Whether personally here or attending in spirit I am so honored to call you my friends, my family, my support group!
Since I've started training for this race I have received such positive feedback from my family, friends and even strangers that I know I'm will not be running the 26.2 miles alone.

Before I started Team in Training I considered myself having a good group that I called my friends, but you don't fully understand the depth of their love for you until you do something like this. I have been overwhelmed by the amount of support, not only in donations, but in compassion, love and just a helpful voice that has really assisted me in this process.

I am so thankful because today's attendees are not here because
its my birthday,
there's free food/drinks,
its just another party,
its for a good cause,
but because its something important to me.

Words can not even express my gratitude.

As I type this I received a very interesting email that goes hand in hand with today's event.

Dear Suzanna Gudadarrama,

Thank you for joining the Be The Match Registry. Your registration is NOW COMPLETE.

As a memeber of the registry, you are listed as a potential donor for patients searching for a match. If you become a possible match for a patient, we'll contact you with the next steps. You could be a match for a patient soon, many years from now, or you may never be the best match....

Suzanna, welcome to the worldwide movement of people passionate about saving lives. Out of a registry of millions of potential matches, you may be the one a patient needs.


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.


**** Special thanks to my niece Alicia and her husband Chris Ruiz in their heart warming donations. Also to my sister Adelina Guadarrama whom I am so blessed to have back in my life!
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!


fathers day

The greatest gift I've ever got came from god-
I call him Dad!

Hes funny.


Hes strong


Always active


Can do anything.
Even beat cancer.
All with a smile on his face.



My best friend.
My dad.
My hero.


Happy fathers day.

Till next time,
Peace love and happiness.

An act of kindness

I'm sitting here, at my mothers desk, at an almost loss for words.
Where do I begin?
What to say?

With all these questions flowing through my mind- the past few days come back into perspective.
I had two days off this week, yes you heard correctly, TWO.
What did I do?
Other than limp around because my ankle hurt? Um... still a ton.

On Wednesday was my rest day, time to tend to the garden and myself.
My garden, by the way, is looking FAB-U-LOUS.
I have two pumpkins, a yellow squash, four heirloom cucumbers, snap peas, carrots, red beets, AND I just noticed about three heirloom tomatoes growing on each plant, so NINE so far.
Exciting news- I know.

Honestly, I didn't do much Wednesday but hit the farmers market and make a few new necklaces for my fundraiser.

Thursday I had an appointment at Kaiser to donate platelets.
I headed to my parents house early for some delicious blueberry pancakes.
And let me tell you, I never thought one could OD on blueberry pancakes but I have a nack for making the impossible POSSIBLE.

This world is very small.
Let me tell you.
I was walking toward the donation center and I run into my dads neighbor.
Hes 6'a billion with legs my height so needless to say- he walks fast.
He so graciously accompanies me to my appointment and mind you, my ankle is not OK.
If someone video taped our walk... his strides and my attempt to keep up- Hilarious!

I think, because I donated, my immune system wasn't working at full capacity because once I got home and was around my dad(who's had a cold for two weeks) I felt ill.
Immediately.

Although I felt sick- things had to be done.
MY JERSEY.

One of our coaches for Team in Training will be donating $100 to the best decorated jersey on the team.

One day.
$40 bucks.
59 beads.
5 needle pokes.
and 4 hours of sleep later.





Several amazing jerseys that there were three winners.

You bet one was me.
Expect nothing less.

Till next time,
Peace love and happiness.

Namaste

The past few days.
Oh- the past few days.
I feel as though I've been huffing and puffing, just trotting along.
Firstly let me inform you that I injured my ankle? How?
God only knows.

Normally my life would come to an abrupt halt and everything would come crashing down as if the world is suddenly ending. BUT.
Since my whole knee situations, I feel as though any further injury I can deal with like the little buddah that I am.
Breathing helps.
I've signed up for a month of Bikram yoga- which I've been meaning to do for months.
The past few days I've been waking up to be in Silverlake by 7am.
It's nice- real nice.
But I miss the trails.
I miss the sun.
I miss the dirt.
I miss the birds and the bees.

What is going through my mind right now.
This is just another hurtle.
Another mountain I must climb in order to become stronger and wiser.


I'm too tired.



Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.


*** Special thanks to my best friend and my sister Nicole and wonderful Rob in their generous and heartwarming donations toward the Leukemia Lymphoma Society.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Myelodysplastic Syndrome.. mds

Today?
Today!
Today was filled with so many emotions I do not even know where to start- and no it's not because I'm a "girl".
Let me start by explaining that today is Saturday.
Yes!! You know what that means
TRAINING DAY!
But today, is not like any other Saturday, it's ALL TEAM training day at Griffith Park.
All team meaning all LA chapters Team in Training; Marathoners, Cyclists, Triathaloners, and Hikers.
So there we were, surrounded by 300 hundred people.
People with hearts filled with only love, hope and anticipation.
Anticipation for their fundraising, for their event, for a cure!
SO MANY PEOPLE!
It was almost overwhelming.
There's a girl. In a pink zip up.
Out of the 300 females girls I spot this one girl and I know her!
I went to high school with her- what a small world!
Six years later... and we are apart of the same wonderful organization!

The shock was pretty intense but onward we go.
After our team meetings we were divided into our pace groups.
My assistant coach was our pace leader so I felt quite at ease- that is until I started running and that pain I felt last night soon returned.
SHIN SPLITS? Me??!?? No way.
I stomp my foot in denile. I'm invinsible.
So I thought.
I kept up with the group for a good three miles but man oh man was the pain unbearable. I ended up having to stop for a flat tire and decided to stretch anyways. I began jogging and saw one of my pace groupers from the tri team walking and decided to chat. It's truly interesting learning other Team in training participants reason to join- out of the goodness of the hearts. Really- there are good people in the world, this is not a fabrication in any way.
We ended up running together the last few miles together.
After the stretching and food we had a group meeting with our honored teamates.
One of them.
Almost my age with...
Myelodysplastic Syndrome (MDS).
Yes- MDS is what I said.
I was in shock. Here is a girl practically my age with the same disease my father had. How is she running little own standing.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Of course this is a 25 year old compared to a 65 year old.
It just hit home- pretty hard.

She spoke about her experience and how her best friend signed her up for Team In Training. She also spoke about bone marrow donations and "Be the Match Foundation". A City of hope representative was present to help team mates fill out donor slips.
What a great way to get great people to become donors.
I've been on the donor registry list for a few months now- and still wait for the call. Will it happen? Will I be a donor match? Do I have similar DNA to someone out in this huge world?
Maybe.
Until then- I'll do what I can to spread awareness and hope.
By getting friend to sign up, by donating platelets on a regular basis, by just be positive and hopeful for the future.

I signed up a few weeks ago to be a volunteer and runner for the Be the Match "Be the One" run in November.
It's a great way to spread awareness and contribute towards saving lives.





****Pictures from my first practice.





CANT CATCH ME



TILL NEXT TIIME,
Peace love and happiness.

*** Special thanks to not only a highschool friend but a lifelong friend, Dan Rocha, in his generous contribution to the Leukemia Lymphoma Foundation. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

The Road Not Taken

Sweat drips down my forehead.
My sweatshirt clings to my skin as I push the arms up.
"That trash can there, you know- right there... that's where I'll turn around"
As I walk past I pick my next point to where I'd turn around- not wanted to finish my run at all. But again, I keep going.
Sweat covers my body.
The sounds of birds talking and bunnies wrestling are in the distance.
The aroma of horse feces fills the air.
And then I come to a fork in the road.
Do I go right and sprint the last half a mile that I always do?
Should I be consistent and regular with my workout and just continue to the top?
Or should I go left- the unknown road I've never attempted.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
"

7:30 am
My nose is stuffed.
My head feels like a balloon?
What's wrong with me?
Have I really fallen ill? Or is my body just trying to tell me something?

8:30am
It won't hurt if I don't run today.
I can stay home and work on my fundraising necklaces and some new articles for the websites. Can I really? Me- stay home?
As I continue to lay in bed thinking of all I could have accomplished already by 8:30am if I only listened to my alarm clock.
Today, is my one day off this week, I have things I want to do that could not be done during the past week and laying in bed will not help.

Sweating will be good for me.
Reluctantly I got out of bed and began to dress for a run.

I began my trek up Bronson toward the beautiful Griffith Park and was just not into it. Should I just turn around and run to my garden instead? Should I run to the entrance gate and back and call it a day?
As I continued running I pondered all these questions and ended up pushing them aside.
As I entered the gate- I tucked my iPod away. Griffith Park is where the only music you need is the sound of birds signing their song, the wind playing with the trees and the bunnies frolicking in the bushes.
My mind was else where today.
I continued punching myself for being lazy.
It didn't help that the sound of a guy behind me was all I could think about.
How far back is he? He's catching up to me? He's going to pass me! And now he is passing me!
What's wrong with me? I should be in a state of serenity. I'm surrounded by nature and beauty and all I could think about is irrelevant things manifesting in my mind.
"I should just turn around"
"I should have just stayed home"
Sweat drips down my forehead.
My sweatshirt clings to my skin as I push the arms up.
"That trash can there, you know- right there... that's where I'll turn around"
As I walk past I pick my next point to where I'd turn around- not wanted to finish my run at all. But again, I keep going.
Sweat covers my body.
The sounds of birds talking and bunnies wrestling are in the distance.
The aroma of horse feces fills the air.
And then I come to a fork in the road.
Do I go right and sprint the last half a mile that I always do?
Should I be consistent and regular with my workout and just continue to the top?
Or should I go left- the unknown road I've never attempted.

"Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,e
".

I turned left. Leaving all my troubles and worries behind.
This new light fills my mind.
As though everything past thought has been cleared and serenity has taken its place.
I take in the beauty and wonders of this new trail never looking down at the road but up at all the new sights.

One mile goes by, then two.
I sit on the white picket fence underneath the Hollywood sign and collect my thoughts.
"How did I get here?"
Where I was, the nature and beauty surrounding me would make an amazing picture.
But no picture would capture the feeling I was overwhelmed with.
It wouldn't even come close.

The run home was quite enjoyable.
Almost going by too fast.
But I thank myself.
Because leaving this morning- I was a different person.
One that would let things get to her.
Now.
I can do anything.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

Dear Jack

Dear Jack was purchased in December 2009.
Before I had any relation to Leukemia.
Before I fully understood blood transfusions, chemo and hair loss.
Before I could even imagine loosing a person I loved with all of my heart.
When I was just a fan, following a band and its bandmates to the earths end.
I was one of those people waiting in line all day to be first to enter the venue- when they headlined chain reaction, and smaller venues in Orange County, San Diego and Los Angeles.

Dear Jack is the long awaited film that chronicles lead singer of both Something Corporate and Jacks Mannequin, Andrew McMahon, on a roller coaster journey. One I would never believe I could relate to. In Andrew's case, his journey included the highs through recording and releasing a solo album and the lows of being diagnosed with Leukemia.

This film is pure life.
It portrays a real hero.
A hero I am proud to say I've looked up to since I was a teen and will continue to in the future because he gave me hope and strength this past year.

Watch the film.





Till next time,
Peace, love, and happiness.

My Birthday




22 more days till I turn the scary 23.
Instead of presents.
Instead of drinks.
What I want for my birthday is.... DUN DUN DUN










Donations.

Surprised? I doubt it.
Instead of throwing a massive party like I usually do...
I will be having a nice BBQ Fundraiser at my parent’s house.
It will be held on June 25th at 1:30 and all I ask for is at least a $10 donation.
Now this donation will not be to compensate for food nor drinks but is a donation for the Leukemia Lymphoma Society.


If you are interested in attending.
Feel free to email/call me with any inquiries, comments, concerns... etc.
sawnag@hotmail.com
562.896.8223







More information on what Team in Training strives to accomplish.

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Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

Training

Training has begun.
Yes. I know. I've been a bit of a procrastinator when it comes to posting new information.
It just takes time- which I lack in my life right now.

But right here. Right now.
Is the update.

Two weeks ago I began training with Team In Training (GO TEAM).
The first day goal was to complete the pace assessment.
The pace assessment is a way for the coaches to see what your running time is for a certain amount of miles in order for them to categorize you and put you in a pace group.
That day was a 5k which is the perimeter of the golf course/parking lot of the Rose Bowl.
I had butterflies.
And not the kind that fly around looking pretty all day.
The kind that give you nerves and make you jittery.
I don't know why- It's not as though I've never ran a 5k before or even this actual course (I ran it twice already that week).
My time, gosh, I'm already forgetting, was about 25 minutes which puts me in a 11 minute pace group- for now.

Second practice.
After the banana sharing, hair braiding and rock talks we were off on our pace groups.
This past week one of our coaches sent out an email explaining how each pace group will be named after a particular person close to one of the members that has been diagnosed with a form of cancer at one point of their lives.
My pace groups name.
team: Hector (Guadarrama)
Needless to say, I may have gotten a bit choked up.
My pace group is the second fastest group on the team, first being the 10 minute guys- which might I add we ran with that Saturday.

There are a lot of things that have happened/are happening.
So stay tuned.

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

**Special thanks to Goya Foods of California and to Kelly Riordan for their heart warming donations this past week!

happy birthday



From left to right My Tia Nicole, My Abuelito, My Tia Lucy, and MY DAD

Although I hope all his days are filled with love and happiness, I wish him an even brighter day today because, today, is a very special day. Today, many moons ago we were blessed with his presence and I am grateful everyday to call him my grandfather. Happy 91st birthday Abuelito! Have the most wonderful day because you surely deserve that and much much more.

Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness

** Specail thanks to my Tia Nicole for her warm heart and generous contribution towards the Leukemia Lymphoma Society!

My Pursuit to Happiness

The past two days have been, well, wonderful.
I don't quite know how to explain it.
But I'll try my best.

Yesterday.
Ohhhhhh yesterday.
It's always a great day to rise without an alarm clock and see that its six am. So much for sleeping in. I convinced myself that I shouldn't run on this bright and shinning morning due to my activities throughout the day. Instead I had coffee with my dad followed by some amazing blueberry pancakes. It's always a great morning when its spent with my parents.

My morning was well spent, to say the least.
I realized that my best friend, Candace, was home only one more day before shes off on a 4 week road adventure- so we spent a few hours catching up. Not a lot of people can say that they have had the same best friend since kinder garden, but I sure can. (And I don't use the word best friend lightly).

What was next? My days off are spend on a schedule. Always something to do, somewhere to be because when you work as often as I do- you want your days to be as productive as possible. So what's next on my agenda?

W a t e r P o l o Practice.

That's right. You read correctly.
The high school coach invited all the alumni to start practicing on their off season to not only get into water polo shape but to teach the newbies how the game is truly played. Well, it's been about five years since my last official water polo game and I was quite nervous to get back into the pool. Once I dove in, though, all my jitter bugs stayed on the pool deck. Boy did it feel great to be back into the pool, not only swimming laps but doing my old goalie work outs with their new goalie. We swam, we passed, we scrimmaged, we won. Of course we won, what did you expect?

Well it was 4:30, practice was over, and I was reminded of the next items on my agenda. I had two hours to complete my final draft and print all 100 copies of my Leukemia Lymphoma fundraising letter and be stretched and ready for my first unofficial practice with Team In Training at the Pasadena Rose bowl.
I was a bit rushed but I was stretched and ready before 6:30, ready for my first easy 3 mile run with the group.

We met at the Rose bowl Aquatic center, once everyone was greeted and checked in we did a nice warm up and discussed the route we would be taking. I quickly found who I'd probably be running along with and started the trek off with them. What a great trail along the riverbed amongst the trees and horses. I paired off with a girl around my age and we ended up leading and actually passing our turn around mark and kept going for a bit longer.

What can I say about the SGV team. They're great; extremely friendly, as though I've known them for years and not 30 minutes. I'm so excited for the relationships I'll be building and the experiences we will be sharing.
By the time it I got home, it was 8 pm and time to cook dinner, pack the envelopes with the freshly printed letters and hit the sack.

Needless to say- I had quite the productive day.

TODAY.
It's only ten am and I feel as though I've gotten a lot accomplished.
No, I didn't go running. I know. SHOCKING.
Instead I went to tend to my garden. Everything is growing so fast! I was overwhelmed with excited when I was at the community garden that I was talking to my plants as if they were children. Yikes. That sounds a bit creepy but it's the truth.

First my snap peas are growing rapidly. I also put in tomato cages.



I have my zucchini almost ready to pick and two acorn squash just fruiting.



My pumpkin has arrived. Its my first to fruit so I'm quite excited. The other photo is of my squash family. You can't tell. But they are all smiling!



All of this excitment got me hungry...
Real hungry.
What to do? What to do? But to pick.



Nothing taste better than something you've grown yourself.

What's on todays agenda?
Lets see.
Laundry. Lunch with my Grandpa, Parents, and Sister.
Water polo. Art show. Maybe even throw in a movie.

Its all in my pursuit to happiness.


Till next time,
Peace, love and happiness.

I am alive

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!!!