So here is something I don't understand.
I live just about five miles from the Arclight (my friends in West Hollywood always like Glendale sounds like I live in Siberia) and on an evening such as last night, it takes me about 40 minutes to drive five miles on Los Feliz Blvd. DRIVING. IN A CAR.
On an evening when I am coming home from the West Hollywood 24 hour fitness, maybe 25 minutes - and that's 8 miles away. I also don't understand how West Hollywood is eight miles away and so is Universal from door to door. Universal to me feels likes it is just a few exits off the 134.
I call it the Los Feliz Triangle. Cell phones die on this stretch. Time seems to stop. Idiots can't drive. I will one day bludgeon someone to death - and I want my defense to be, "he was on Los Feliz Blvd." On some days you can fly right down it. Others, it seems like you'll never move.
What I don't understand is how a tiny stretch of Griffith Park is five miles and only takes 52 minutes to run. I'm beginning to think I should just start running everywhere.
Today was a five mile run for our group. And it looks like starting next week I'm going to have to move up a pace group. We ran our first mile a minute and 15 seconds too fast. (Marathon training is NOT about speed... it's about pace). And in the end, I feel like I was pulling the group too fast. We finished about two minutes too fast, (but the thing is: I still felt that was too slow for me - words I'm sure no one who knows me thought I would ever say) so the good news is all my spinning and yoga is paying off! The bad news is, I need to leave my pace group or I could hurt and injure them.
It's Ryan's birthday. And this is the last pic on my camera before the batteries decided to die without warning, or I would have had better pics today.