Running Commentary

I wasn't sure how my run would go this morning, what with having a slight cold (along with everyone else in the household, including my little grandson), but I did manage 12 miles--my longest run in some time. I'll tell you straight off that I set my Garmin to beep every half mile, and every time it did I walked for 30 steps. Even with that my pace was 11:55, which would send me home happy if I could maintain it during the Oakland Half, where I'll be on March 24. My left hip/piriformis/glute/flexor chain was barking a bit by the final mile, but up to that point did well. I really think that continued strengthening, stretching, and foam rolling over the next month will allow me to run this thing without dying from it.   My previous post featured snow in Idaho. Here we have "snow" in LA -- courtesy of blossoming trees, which sprinkle local lawns and streets with their fragrant petals. Ah, winter! The weather was cool and clear, and the sun was up within

"There" was Pocatello for my sis's birthday, and "here" is LA, where I continue to hang out and to run. Pocatello on Groundhog's Day was cold, but not as cold as it had been the week before--thanks, heaven, for small favors. It's fun for a California gal to run by some snow. Confession: I wore long johns under my running pants. Also donned a 10+ year-old watch cap that made me look like an aging cat burglar. LA has been a bit chilly, but only a sissy who'd never been to Idaho in February would complain.  Dawn is earlier in SoCal these days. The light can be lovely. I do love a trail that winds into wilderness, but I also cop to relishing a gritty urban run. I've scheduled myself a 12-miler for this Sunday, and am already plotting out which hostile streets it will conquer. Ps. Check out my new template. Try clicking "Flipcard"! Just trying to prove, after a hundred or so years of the same bl