Report from the Southland
A pair of 1946-vintage feet pause on a sidewalk laid in 1947. This will not be a post about the beauty of trees, the loveliness of birdsong, or the charming quirkiness often found in residential landscaping. And it definitely will not be a post about how I killed a workout, how great I felt, or how strong I'm running. Fine, you say. We know what it's not about--so what is it about? Well, it's about pain and suffering in the gritty streets of the San Fernando Valley. Let me explain. A week and a half ago I participated for the first time in the Golden Gate Relay . It was challenging and fun at the same time, and I was lucky to spend the weekend in a van with five other runners all of whom performed at the highest standard of excellence. I would say I at least did okay. But I was really wiped out last week--even coming down with a cold--and so barely ran at all. Question: What's a No-ped and why should it cross the train tracks when the lights flash?