My running schedule worked out perfectly this week. I ran about 5 miles on Tuesday, then about 6 miles on Thursday and was in the perfect condition to do about 10 miles today. I love running. When I run for over an hour I get the most intense runner's high. Endorphins flow through my brain, serotonin courses, dopamine flows, I don't know, something great happens and I feel like I can fly. If running made you feel that way would you not go out of your way to do it too?
Today I Googled "The best spots to run in L.A." and the first thing I found was the Hollywood Reservoir. I of course got lost driving there, taking Mullholand, the most windy, dangerous, poorly maintained, famous stretch of road in Hollywood.
I ran through neighborhoods, on trails and finally up a long, windy, paved stretch of road, reserved only for work vehicles and then blam, I was on top of the Hollywood sign. As I came down, there were two Argentine girls excitedly snapping photographs, a group of German men and a Lincoln Town Car, with a driver, full of Japanese tourists. I felt a little cool about the fact that these people had traveled half way around the world to take photographs of the place I go jogging.
But that's not the point of the story. The moral is this:
I can run up a mountain without stopping, run back down, pass my car and keep going because I'm in incredible athletic shape. I can't wait to sign up for some races and win them.