This past weekend, Aimee and I took another L.A. walking tour, this time around Miracle Mile, and met Michael halfway through for lunch ($12 worth of meat) at Pampas, the Brazilian churrascaria place in the Farmer’s Market at the Grove. We also took our “This American Life Live” poster to get framed, and ran some other errands.



I’ve run five times now since the few weeks off that I’ve had, between not running because it hurt to run, and not running because I was going to physical therapy. I don’t want to say anything about it, besides the fact that I can actually run, it seems. In thinking about my injury, and whether or not I might be able to train for the marathon this summer, my mindset has changed from trying to run a certain pace to just trying to work from one distance up to the next, one day at a time. Now all I want to be able to do is train for the race, and run the race, and the rest is sort of irrelevant.

Training in the 18 week Hal Higdon Intermediate I training regime started today; officially, I guess it started yesterday, with a “cross-training” day, but I had physical therapy in the morning, so I didn’t really have a chance to do much besides the stretching and icing and other things that go on at the p.t. place. Things feel ok so far, but two longer runs, which I’ll somehow try to accomplish in Anchorage this weekend, will be a big test.

It’s trivia night again tonight; last week, we didn’t go, but the week before, we won, somewhat easily, which was fun but not as fun as being in a tight race. Apparently Wes Anderson isn’t a very recognizable person; I think we were one of the only teams to identify him properly on a page full of film directors. Occasionally, the questions are right up my alley, like that one, but more often than not, they’re just obscure enough to be knowable yet frustrating. We’ll see how it goes tonight.