Happy Easter!

I’ve neglected the blog lately due to a lot of things going on in life. Namely, we moved! There are a lot of things I want to write about – running, cooking, cleaning, design – but for now, just to break the silence, I wanted to write a quick update on a smattering of topics.


We moved from Long Beach, CA to the foothills! I’ve been both looking forward to, and dreading, this change of scenery.


We traded the ocean for mountains.

Some of the pros include: no port fumes; more room in our larger apartment; quieter neighborhood which is great for work; safer neighborhood which is great for running. Some of the cons include: fewer businesses within walking distance; less central to neighboring LA cities and friends; more expensive; hotter and hillier which is miserable for running.


Boxes everywhere a few weeks ago.

Our new apartment is a much more open floorplan than our old place. There are many windows and sliding doors to a large, sunny patio, making for a beautiful and bright place. I already feel happier here than in our old apartment, purely because of the sunlight and trees. We are on the ground level, with no neighbors above or below. We have only one shared wall, and that is with our property manager, which means little to no excess noise!


Our back patio has several large flowerbeds which I’m very excited to clean up and plant. We are leaning toward a hardier flowerbed with plants that won’t require much watering. Responsible for the environment AND less work for us? Win! We’ll likely look into cacti, roses, basil, and peppers but I’ll ask the nurseries for recommendations.


The flowerbeds need some TLC.

Part of the excitement is depleted though given the state of our flower beds. They’re full of weeds, shards of glass, and a watering system that isn’t installed properly. There is going to be a lot of work before new plants can be introduced.


With our new apartment too I’ve been making an effort to be very conscious of our cleaning schedule and decorations. I want to make an effort to keep up with cleanliness, and make the apartment look its best. We got a little lazy at times with our old place, which resulted in some serious deep cleaning when we moved out. I don’t want to have to go through that again.

I’ll definitely be making a post soon about the full schedule, what I like about it, what I don’t like about it, etc. I basically took an example cleaning schedule that included weekly, bi-weekly, monthly, quarterly, semi-annual, and annual cleaning tasks, manually imported it to Google Drive so it could be an editable spreadsheet, and adjusted a few of the items to fit our apartment and lifestyle better. So far, I really like the schedule. It keeps me accountable and my house clean without being overbearing or excessive. I’m excited to write about this!


I tried to go for a run the other day, but the route I chose had nearly all of the sidewalks blocked off, or no sidewalks at all along the road. I wound up turning it in after only a mile and a half.

To be honest, that run attempt was miserable, aside from the sidewalk problems. It was so hot and dry that I was wheezing more than usual after only being out for about 15-20 minutes. The run was mostly uphill, which is something I’m not used to but is unavoidable given our new surroundings. All in all, it was a wakeup call and we’ll hopefully be getting a treadmill soon so help get back into running shape while slowly acclimating to the change in environment.

In the meantime though, I’ve started Yoga with Adriene‘s 30 Days of Yoga! I’m only 3 days in but it’s really enjoyable stretching and strengthening my body in ways running can’t offer.


Whew, there are even more quick updates I can throw on here but that’s enough for now. We need to pick up some yummy dessert for Easter dinner with the boyfriend’s parents, and relax before the week starts!


I hope everyone has a lovely and yummy Easter!

Running Outside: Lesson #4

After the humbling experience of falling over my own feet in public, I realized very quickly how difficult the situation would have been if I had broken my leg. Nobody knew I was going for a run at that moment in time. I wasn’t very near a road for help to easily reach me, nor did I know how to exactly describe my location. I didn’t know anyone who could pick me up, and didn’t have a taxi or driving app like Uber on my phone.  I needed to make sure that, god forbid another accident happen while I’m out on my own, that I’m prepared and know what I need to do. I also needed to remind myself to pay close attention to what is around me.

This is just a compilation or sort of check list of items I realized, fixed, or wanted to keep in mind for future runs.

  1. I have downloaded Uber to my phone and added a taxi service’s number to my contacts. In the event that I’m running and a local friend isn’t available, I may need an alternative way to get home, or if necessary, an emergency clinic.
  2. Be familiar with road names and landmarks throughout my route. The day of my fall, I couldn’t have said the name of the road I’d been on last. That was unacceptable if I needed emergency help. Likewise, today on my route I took a wrong turn. I made sure that I continued running a route I was familiar with, and simply made up distance by looping near home.
  3. Ensure someone knows exactly when and where I’ve gone out for a run, and when I’ve returned. This is a pretty cut and dry one: if you’re late to get back in touch with them, they’ll know to check on you. In a worst case scenario, they may be the first to know something’s awry which could be the difference between life or death.
  4. I always bring my ID, debit card and petty cash on a run. You never know when you may need to pay a cab, buy a water if you’re feeling nauseous far from home, etc.
  5. Run during daylight. If running late, make sure to run a safe, well lit, familiar route (and don’t forget reflective gear!).
  6. Be aware of those around you. Cross the street to avoid someone, within reason/judgement, if it’s safer.
  7. Listen to your surroundings. Do not listen to music so loud that you can’t hear what’s going on around you! You can’t easily hear a car coming down an alley over blasting a workout playlist.

I know most of the above I was taught or told while growing up, but it’s never a bad idea to remind yourself the basics from time to time.

I’ve often wondered if I should invest in jogger’s pepper spray to carry with me; I think I’ll only invest in a bottle if I’m going to run in rural areas or when it’s dark outside. I read the book Onward! which detailed a woman’s blog throughout her marathon training, in which she took safety very seriously. She was so serious that she hired protection, went to self defense classes, etc. I’m not sure I want or need to invest that much time and money into personal defense, but when it comes to your safety, is there such a thing as too much?

Falling Down

The other day, on a simple 3-mile training day for my half marathon training plan, I tripped over my own feet and fell. I hurt myself physically, but felt the effects more significantly to my ego and motivation.


I got ready for my run per usual, headed out to the street, stretched, and ran. I ran across the bridge and down to the bike path along the water, per usual. “Man, the weather is gorgeous. I should take a picture along the water to post to Facebook.” Here is where my eyes began to water terribly, the sun reflecting off the water irritating them. “Ugh, I really should’ve worn my visor today.” Rubbing my eyes with my sweaty hands made things worse from the salt on my skin. “Wow, I might need to start walking so I can calm my eyes.” Nevertheless, I continued running, rounding a corner along the path, struggling to keep my eyes open enough to see.

During all of this, I had my headphones in, music blaring. “I really like this song…”


Due to my distractions, it really isn’t a surprise that I stumbled and fell. It was a dramatic, delayed stumble – the kind where it takes several long strides, and you feel like time has slowed to a crawl. “This fall is absurd,” I remember thinking to myself. Then, it’s fast-forwarded; the pavement slams into your jaw, and the next thing you know you’re holding your throbbing leg whilst on your back in the rocky dirt beside the path.

The best I can put together is I was too close to the edge of the cement bike path, where there’s a good foot drop off. While I did try to catch myself with my hands, my right hand missed the path and hit air. My face followed, the right side of my chin slamming into the pavement, and I rolled off the path onto my back. I fell to my knees so violently on the pavement that I swore my right leg was broken. I had no feeling below the knee, and the most I could do for several minutes was hug my right leg to my chest, trying to muster the kahunas to feel for a break. I checked my chin and mouth first to make sure none of my teeth had been knocked loose (they hadn’t). I also eventually determined I hadn’t broken my leg either, thankfully.


Several people walked past me without saying a word while I laid on my back in the dirt. I was angry at the time, wondering how the men who couldn’t have missed my dramatic fall had the lack of manners than to at least ask if I was ok. Truthfully, I’m not sure I would have done differently if someone wasn’t actively calling for help. It’s an interesting contrast to the demeanor of people I passed running in the Florida Keys.

After I decided I really had no choice than to walk home (no friends nearby to come help me, and not close enough to a road for a taxi or Uber to reach me…) I managed to eventually stand up. My right knee still felt like I had seriously injured it, despite not being able to feel a break. I brushed off dirt, and began my shameful 1-mile hobble home. Surprisingly, my right leg felt looser by the end of my walk, although several days in and my knees still feel very weak (though in less pain).


In the end, I escaped my fall with two severely skinned knees, a deeply bruised right knee, a sprained hand, and bruised/scraped chin (the inside my mouth was bleeding from my teeth as well). I’m not sure when I should run again. I’m taking it a day at a time to see how stable my knees feel, but I’m anxious to get back to my training plan. I nearly cried out of frustration once the adrenaline rush wore off and I realized I was out of commission for a while, just as I was really getting excited about running regularly. I keep reminding myself that it’s only matter of getting back up again.

Words of Discouragement

For some reason when I’m running with headphones, people I pass try to talk to me despite my inability to hear them clearly. I hate to be rude and miss what they’ve said, so I generally take out an earbud and ask, “Pardon?” It’s already slightly annoying that this even happens (that’s a blog post for another day), but when they repeat themselves and it turns out to be an off-putting comment – why? Why is it that people feel the need to be “funny” by saying discouraging or contrary things to another person? If someone’s busting their ass doing something that takes effort, hard work, and/or motivation, is joking about their activity really the best way to proceed?

“That looks like too much work!”

“Slow down! You’re making us look bad!”

“I wish I could run! I’m jealous!”

I know it is, on some level, with the best intentions and I certainly don’t take it personally. I’ve just never run into this sort of behavior outside of a women’s locker room (“I’m so fat!”). I truly didn’t know how to respond. Should I politely defend what I’m doing? Should I try to make them feel better about not doing what I’m doing? Do I laugh it off? I’ve done the latter thus far. However, what I was thinking while I casually laughed was more along the lines of…

  1. It obviously isn’t too much work. I’m not an athlete, and don’t look the part. I’m short, chubby, and slow. It doesn’t matter so long as I hit the pavement. Why would you think insulting someone’s hobby or goal progress as “too much work” is a compliment? All you’re accomplishing is making yourself sound lazy, and making me feel like I shouldn’t bother. It is work, but it certainly isn’t too much.
  2. No, you’re making you look bad. I’m not judging you for not hitting the pavement. It isn’t for everyone. You can be healthy and happy in many other facets of your life. But telling me that I’m making you look bad, whether jokingly or not, is meant to make me guilty for your laziness. I’m not going to apologize, even jokingly, for my workout.
  3. This isn’t really even funny. I do sympathize and would be happy to talk about this another time. However, hearing this only seems to make me feel sorry for your injury or feel guilty for my activity. As I continue on dripping with sweat, red-faced and just trying to finish my run, I’ll feel like a jerk for not having asked what was wrong and offering an “I wish you a fast recovery!”. I don’t need your problem dropped on me in the middle of my run.


If you insist on interrupting someone during their run, especially if they pull out their headphones to hear what you have to say, please give quick words of encouragement. Here are a few suggestions of things I’d love to hear during my run:

“Keep it up!”

“You look great!”

“How far are you going?”

“You got this!”

“Almost there!”

Above all, I’d much prefer an unobtrusive smile, wave, or thumbs up!

Running Outside: Lesson #3

I’m visiting my family in the Florida Keys and I was half dreading/half looking forward to running here due to the weather and adapting to something different for a couple of weeks. Luckily since it’s winter, the heat and humidity are under control! So that leaves us with what I took away from this run…

  1. Heat and humidity can be your friend. The weather for a run is like a healthy diet: everything in moderation. This time of year, Florida actually has mild temperatures (well, mild for this part of the world) and humidity; it was about 72F for my run with less than 90% humidity and a strong breeze. In California, the cold, dry air was actually making my mouth and throat super dry and almost irritated, but I didn’t even think about that once today. I never felt parched.
  2. Running into the wind sucks. In my urban Los Angeles area with loads of streets for different directions and buildings to block the way, it’s quite easy to avoid running directly into the wind. Here, I have few choices; the road goes one way and I had to run it both directions to rack up my miles. Half of my run was directly into a strong breeze, and it felt like one of those dreams where you’re trying to run and run and run but you’re just getting dragged down by a mysterious force.
  3. Getting out the door isn’t easier – or harder! I packed running gear with optimism, but little commitment. I thought if I had a chance over the weekend, weather permitting, I’d maybe hit the pavement. However, I figured I might get into vacation mode and opt to relax instead; I didn’t want to build up a commitment to run just to disappoint myself. To my surprise and luck, the stress of a LONG travel day and keeping busy helping around the house was the motivation I needed to escape on the pavement! I just had to throw on my sneakers and walk out the door. It felt no different than back home.
  4. Headphones and music can help. One of the things I love about running outside is not needing music. The sights and sounds of the outdoors, albeit a bustling city or a quaint neighborhood on the ocean, is really immersive and enjoyable – not to mention safer! However, there is no shame in using headphones anyway. I found myself getting rather bored today since I had to rerun the same residential streets (that I’m already very familiar with.) By the end of the first mile, I regretted not having music to help push me through the rest of my run. Next time!