The view to the right? That's Glendale, about a mile up the mountain from our house. I've started running to maximize the amount of time I have to workout and get my body back in shape. If I leave the house and start running I'll make it to this view in about 10 minutes- pretty sweet. The cluster of buildings to the left-of-middle is downtown Glendale, the skyline in the center is downtown LA, and the mountain pouring into the right side of the frame is Griffith Park.I actually got lost running up this mountain yesterday-which was pretty funny. I came up the back side of the mountain, took one wrong turn, and ended up descending another couple miles away from the apartment. It's always fun seeing parts of your own neighborhood you've never seen... but not when it involves 500 feet of elevation gain and doubles your run time!
My time has been limited by a lot of things lately- primarily just playing catch up after a two-month leave of absence, but also due to the travel. Although I was back in Glendale for a whopping three weeks it was a complete, fun whirlwind that included a guaranteed, good-time trip to the Santa Ynez wine country. Then last Thursday I jumped on a plane to Chicago, had a handful of ABD meetings, caught up with family and friends Friday night at the "Team Betty" dinner party for everyone that helped take care of Grandma, drove to Wisconsin on Saturday for a delicious, home-raised Turkey dinner with the Ebert/Vriezens, drove back to Chicago on Sunday (I love that drive), and jumped a plane back to Burbank Sunday night in time to throw the bags in the car Tuesday morning to drive to Phoenix... where I'm writing from now. Did I unpack? Heck, no! I just packed my Chicago bag inside a bigger bag with some dirty clothes to boot. Were staying with Cathy, Rosa's mom, and she'd prefer we get to town a few hours earlier to hang out then staying home to finish laundry. Works for us, and way better than $1.75 a load and the chance to get yelled at in Armenian for something. (Another story- Rosa was accused of stealing laundry money... she thinks).
And through all that rush? It's been super easy to just throw the running shoes in the bag. I better get out there.
4 comments:
Next time you go tasting in Santa Ynez, go to Blackjack Ranch and tell them you are me and you'll get a free tasting for two.
I'm good that way...
Steve
BlackJack? Where is that at?
And how are you scoring free tastings?!?! How many times have you been out there?
Do you know who I am? I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal. People know me. I'm very important.
Blackjack Ranch is on Alamo Pintado Road. Up the road towards Los Olivos and across the street from Rideau. It is pretty small.
I'm a member of their Estate Club, so I get two free tastings for two per year, but am never there to enjoy them. They don't give you cards or anything, so I imagine if you went in there and told them you were me that they wouldn't argue with you.
I was thinking Mr. Parrish, but now I'm not so sure....
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