You know what’s good for the soul?
Visits from family.
Brendan’s brother Dennis and his girlfriend Katherine were in town for a few days and we’ve had the best time. It’s so nice to have family in town to explore with. Sadly they left last night and now I’m lonely and have no one to force me to leave the couch during the day.
I really didn’t make any effort to work out from Thursday through Sunday. (The beach was calling.) But on Monday morning I finally convinced myself to wake up early and beat the heat to run the miles I had been skipping out on over the weekend. I ran along the beach and sang to my iPod and enjoyed the quiet of a Monday morning in Southern California.
I ran an easy 10 miles, and let me tell you, it feels pretty dang good to be back in the double digits. Here’s the data if you’re into that sort of thing.
In mile 9, Below My Feet by Mumford & Sons came on and all of a sudden I just felt like crushing it. I started picking the pace up as much as I could. I was sure I’d get a mile in the 8s but considering I haven’t been training for speed I’m not too upset.
Oh, PS did I mention that Competitor Group offered me a complimentary entry into the Rock ‘n’ Roll Los Angeles Half Marathon on October 26th?! Since I’m exploring LA as a new resident, I figured what better way than to run a race through the city, so I reached out and they liked my idea. So amazing. I’m thrilled to have another half marathon back on my schedule. It makes me feel much more like myself. So, I’ve been bumping up the long run distance – last week I ran 8 miles and this week I went for 10. It boosted my mood so much. My muscles were definitely tired when I finished – you know, the feeling one gets after a long run – but otherwise I felt good. I just felt like I needed some foam rolling, which I seriously need to get better at. (Please someone come over and make me do it daily.)
And then I fell down a mountain.
Well, more like a small hill on top of a mountain. Coincidently the day I posted about my first trip to Runyon Canyon, Brendan, Dennis, Katherine and I decided to take another trip out there. We were hiking and yoga-ing and gushing over the view and taking photos…
…and when we started walking back down and some guys were behind us and I felt rushed and then clumsy me slipped down the hill. My knee went first, my ankle twisted behind me, and now I’m laying on the floor in our living room with an ice bag on my back-of-knee. It doesn’t hurt normally; only if I twist my leg into a specific, random position. Naturally I keep doing it to check if it still pinches, which probably isn’t the smartest idea.
I’m hoping it’s the lesser of the two evils and that whatever the muscle is is just over-tired from running and hiking. If I’m out of commission, I seriously don’t know what I’ll do. (Yes I do, I’ll cry my eyes out and whine until it stops.) But let’s not focus on that, mmmkay? I went to yoga at Exhale today and all was well, so I’m cautiously optimistic.
I’ll leave you with a gorgeous sunset photo from last night. We sat at the beach waiting for the sun to sink into the ocean but it was randomly cloudy for like, the first time ever in the history of Southern California. So we started walking away. And as we were leaving the beach we saw this scene that pretty much looks exactly like a painting:
Enough about me, tell me about you! What’s the next race on your schedule?