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Birthdays are special days (they come but once a year)
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June sunshine: 5gts
1. It’s June. Tomorrow is Jeff’s 27th birthday, which begins my favorite week of the year: the week between his birthday and mine, where I get to boast being a whole three years younger, until I turn 25 next Thursday.
2. This photo of Hanson in London. (Thanks, Cricket :). )
3. You rattle my bones. (You taste like sunshine.) This song. Especially his monologue…”This is a dirty song.”
4. This article. NatGeo, you intrigue me.
5. New albums. Summer soundtrack = started.
Hiking at Malibu Creek State Park
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!
71 and Sunny.
This, my friends, is why I love living in Los Angeles. Despite the fact that today it is pretty cloudy and I am still waiting for the afternoon sun to kick in, I am looking forward to a perfect week. During this perfect week I plan to dive into my running again, make a recipe for the Garlic, My Soul blog, finish my book club book and attend a meeting in which we will speak minimally about the book, and more about boys, friends, and Glee (some things never change.)
This weekend was quite relaxing, including an entire afternoon lounging in Malibu.
“So what are you doing?” My dad asked.
“I’m at a winery in Malibu, drinking wine and hanging out,” I told him.
“Of course you are,” he said.
Mary, thanks for making another birthday event awesome! I love your May birthday, what a great excuse to drink wine! Here are some choice photographs.
Mary and her red velvet cupcakes!
A group shot of everyone who came (minus Megan and Ryan!)
Present time!
Jeff and Rebecca hiding away.
Jeff obviously goofing off...
I have no idea what is happening in this photograph, but I love it anyways.
Jen so excited about her wine. Note the men at the birthday party behind her...
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
Well, last night I went for my first 5k-training run outside. And it went fine, surprisingly, all things considered. Here’s my path:
As you can see, this is more than three miles, something I did not remember. I had made another path, but this almost-square was easier to follow. I couldn’t remember where the two mile and three mile markers were, which probably slowed me down because I didn’t really have mile-goals so I didn’t know how I was doing. Somewhere around Gower and Santa Monica, Sheryl Crow was just stuck in my head, on repeat, as I jogged down Santa Monica in sunglasses, sun setting over the Hollywood Hills.
I probably finished around 40 minutes. The run from Santa Monica to Sunset is entirely uphill, which I knew, but I didn’t know any other way to stay below Sunset. I thought that Sunset and Sycamore was the three mile marker, and at that point I was at 43:08, so I am guess I was around 40-41 at the actual three mile marker.
I did try to run the entire first mile, which did not happen. I blame this on my foot, which has been hurting on the arch, on my left shin, and on my two-week lapse. Nikki seems to think I can run a mile before slowing down to walk. I disagree. I work in short bursts. We’ll see…
Before I left for my run, Jeff made a comment about getting one of those running lanyards that you can put around your arm, so you don’t have to, you know, tie your key to your shoe. “Well, after this weekend, I don’t think I am going to be doing much running,” I said as I tried to finagle my key onto my lace.
“What? But…you can’t stop running! You’ve inspired me! You’re my hero!” he said. Now, everyone that knows Jeff can imagine the voice he was using — his half serious, half in jest voice, that usually ends up in him speaking in an accent (Spanish, Indian, etc.) But I could tell he was (somewhat) serious.
So maybe after this 5k, I’ll keep running. Or maybe I’ll take a break and do some serious swimming. I know my Dad is starting his 5K training, so it looks like I’ll need to at least keep it up to run one with him in the fall. We’ll see.
All I know is last night I had a cookie after dinner, and I didn’t feel a little bit bad. So maybe running isn’t the worst thing that’s happened (or been forced) into my life.