santa monica steps

so rob and i went to california to celebrate our anniversary, and to celebrate rob's dads birthday. i will do a post later with pictures and everything, but this post is about how i tried to kill myself with running. seriously. it was only 4 miles. i can run a marathon. (or at least could at one point and will again soon)


4. little. miles.



on last friday.



and i am still sore today.



this is why.





oh yeah, it looks innocent enough. until you realize that there are something like 157 of those innocent wooden steps. and i didn't even see anyone famous. i don't think. i don't really know. because me, the genius that i am, thought "hey, i can run up these" and i made it 75% of the way and then i died. right there. i think someone even took out their iphone to take a picture of the "tourist girl who thought she was the shit and tried to run the santa monica stairs"

but then i got to the top and the view was amazing. and so i ran down them. and then caught my breath and jogged up them again. and then down. and then ran the mile back to the hotel.

and the next day i couldn't get out of bed. and the next day. and possibly every day for the rest of my life.

though today i went for a run at lunch (5k) and i didn't die. but i did miss the view....