Monday's workout was 45 min bike, 10 min run, bricked together.
My Monday was...I was dragging myself along. I had friends in town, so I wasn't getting a lot of sleep. The cat's on a different schedule from us, so she's waking me up early every morning. Very tired Rose. And my back has been bothering me.
So, I took things easy. I biked. I didn't go slow, but I didn't push myself. I just went. And then the run. It was...wonderful. Easy and lovely.
I didn't take any pictures for the blog. One of those days. Just getting a workout out of the way.
Over the weekend, my best friend since before I have memories, Sonja, came to visit. She brought her husband Chris, who is also awesome.
I picked them up Friday, and we hit up the La Brea Tar Pits.
Contrary to the toys they sell in the gift shop, there are no dinosaurs!
Chris hugging a giant turd monster.
Saturday we went to an Angels/Yankees baseball game. I read Reddit on my phone and ate hot dogs and cotton candy. Everyone else watched the game. Ha.
Sunday we were supposed to hike Mt. Baldy, but there was a chance of lightning. Sonja studies/chases lightning, and she said it would be bad for if she got struck by lightning, so we canceled that hike. Instead we had a lazy morning. When things cleared up we winged a closer hike.
Apparently we picked a place where they filmed M*A*S*H.
Chris and I did some advanced rock hopping.
I did managed to half fall in a lake, but I only got one shoe wet, so I consider that a score. Plus, I figure, I can do open water swims in the lake if I ever do another triathlon.
It was a great visit. I don't get to see them nearly often enough.
What do you think about wearing scrubs/pajamas when you fly?
Do you climb all over random things when you hike, or do you stay on the trail?