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This weekend: lots of 5 mile walks and a bike ride

No running.

I don’t want to talk about it. But I will.

Two weeks ago, at a kickboxing-style class I took for the first time (remember, I’m not the most coordinated or flexible person around), I kicked like a superstar:


Sometimes, when I get nervous…Source

I’m not sure how to feel about the multiple times a week I get asked if anyone has told me I look like Mary Katherine Gallagher. Not Molly Shannon. MKG.

Is it the knee-highs? The bizarre faces? The klutziness? The general awkwardness?

Eh. Maybe they’re on to something.

Anyway, I felt a strain in my right hip flexor, but continued my marathon training. As in, I didn’t slow down except for my pace, which was definitely impacted by the pain I was experiencing.

I emailed my running mentor, and she straight told me that I need to rest now to prevent a longer rest period and possible further injury later. I didn’t. Because once I pushed past about 1.5 miles, the pain was not as bad.

So now while I’m MKG on the outside, I’m this classy lady on the inside:

Running is such a huge part of my life, and now I feel like a piece of me is going a little looney town because I am being forced to rest. I have not seen a doc yet (Lovely Kaiser can’t get me in ’til next week so I can get a referral to go to a physical therapist when what I need is an exercise physiologist… isn’t there a medical plan for athletes?!?!), but I’m sure rest will be prescribed.

I just don’t know how long I’ll have to rest.

Other than missing my daily runs, my weekend at the beach was amazing.


Taking over the streets of Oxnard.


Alien casino and Anacapa.


Ruth Colada, the baddest lab in the West, evil-eyeing the seals.

The fishermen explained that the harbor has been full of seals because the sardines have spawned like craycray, and if seals are like labs, ain’t NO THANG that can keep them from their food!




Apparently Saturday was pink day. Did you get the memo?

Finally, I’ve been blessed to have been able to spend weekends in Oxnard since I was 5, and all I have are wonderful memories of spending my days up there playing in the sand and in the water. Now that I have kids of my own, I feel especially blessed that they will have those same experiences.

However, a lot has changed in Oxnard since the mid-80s. There are more people, which means there’s more trash. The ocean has been and remains a huge part of my life, and if I want my kids to enjoy the same clean beaches and water that I played in and surfed as a kid, I have a duty to instill in my kids the initiative to pick up trash even if it’s not ours.

Because if we don’t, who will?

When I ran a surf camp in college, I used to have my students pick up ten pieces of trash before we paddled out. I started that with my own kids this weekend, and they were super pumped about it! It’s all about making a habit of it.

Then, on Sunday, while my girls and husband were napping, I took the Colada on a walk down to the power plant and came up with four water bottles, nine mylar balloons, and one rubber balloon.



The beach wasn’t empty, and I received some sympathetic, “How nice of you” looks, but seriously? There was only one other grown adult who had snagged herself a mylar. Out of, like, one hundred grown adults. 

Well, that might be an exaggeration. It is Oxnard, after all.

So my question today is How do you do your part to keep your community nice? 


Please keep my beach clean!


Lucky dog.