Jeff and I headed to Malibu on Saturday to see if the state park was a suitable place for our up-and-coming birthday party. It may not be the ideal place for a party (hiking involved, not too many bathrooms, a smidge dusty…) it was an ideal place for a hike!
The hike ended up being about four and a half miles, but we took the scenic route. Definitely somewhere we’ll have to adventure again – and now we have a year pass to all State Parks!
For a while now, I’ve owned a headlamp. I keep it in my bedside table. It’s there in case there is an earthquake in the middle of the night, in case the power goes out, in case I need to go to the garage in the dark, or in case I need to pack it for camping.
Last July 4th, we were at the beach and I had my headlamp in my bag. It was getting dark as we packed up, so I said, “Hold on,” and found it, strapped it on, and kept cleaning up. My friend E just laughed, and said, “You just have a headlamp? What do you need a headlamp for?” I declared I used it for camping, for the garage, and for moments just like these.
It was my only source of light when I chaperoned a trip to Ranch Camp. I used it when I road-tripped with Lauren down the California coast. Corelyn and I used the headlamp to paint the chairs for our photo shoot in the garage, in the dark. I brought it on my road trip with Corelyn, and managed to pull it out the last night to direct her out of the driveway with her full car. I cursed myself the day we went to the winery tour and we didn’t have one to look in the huge containers they store the wine in. I used it just the other day to look at Jeff’s finger (which is another story) in our dim living room.
I think everyone should own a headlamp. And you know what? Real Simple magazine, a magazine I adore and trust, agrees with me! In June’s Real Simple, which arrived at my door on Monday, there is mention of having a headlamp on hand (for grilling, mainly, or for whatever!) I laughed when I saw this, about two years after my own falling in love with my headlamp. Jeff got mine for me, and I suggest you ask your boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend for one for your next birthday, too!
Well folks, I took a two day break, which was mostly uncalled for, so to make up for it I made myself get up on a Saturday morning to run. I was two days behind! It’s like I screwed up the whole training schedule and I’ve only just begun! To make sure I went (and he went, too) Scott this time said he’d pick me up. (We were supposed to run together on Tuesday, and on Wednesday we had a six-am yoga date, and I was stood up both times.) 7:57, Saturday morning, and he was downstairs, ready to go.
The result? Always run with a buddy. I ran my mile in 13:00 flat, at a .5 incline (because Lauren told me too, and there are only 2 people in the world that can boss me around: Lauren, and my sorella.)
My fastest mile yet, at an incline too. And my iPod was on my team this morning, too. So, even though I went to bed at 1:00 am after another successful pizza night, I think it was worth it.
Today includes: bball with my five year olds, archery with my ladies, a few hours of getting stuff done and then a girls’ night in. I cannot wait.
Today was a running day. I set my alarm for 5:45.
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I woke up at 7:15.
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Liz had gotten the office pastries. I ate half a chocolate croissant.
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I ate a cinnamon bun.
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It’s almost Friday. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a running day.
13:30 minutes. 1 mile. 1 time jumping off to stretch my arches, because they were squished and couldn’t flex properly. 1 blister. 1 “Yes We Can” and 1 “No Air” among other hot jams that kept me going.
6:00 am, you don’t scare me anymore. Sunrise, nice to see you on my way out of the gym. Happy Tuesday, friends.
Tonight = reserved for President Obama.
I hope you’ll join me in viewing so we can talk about it tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what he has to tell us.
Pedometer on. Here we go.
