By the Left Coast Rebel
One of my New Years Resolutions is to get back on the running bandwagon. Nothing -- and I mean nothing -- compares to the cardio/fat-burning benefits of a tough daily run. Of course, knowing this and following through on this are two altogether different things. If I had a nickel for every time I started a workout routine only to get sidelined with the flu, a violent head cold or an unexpected 80-hour work week.
When I first moved to the coast I was manic. Equipped with an iPod and a new pair of New Balance shoes, I had a graduated pre-marathon running schedule that I faithfully stuck to until a series of unfortunate injuries -- one of them sustained on the island of Maui -- genius here thought he could run 6 miles in the morning and spend the rest of the day snorkeling; I pulled something that didn't heal for close to six months.
Anyway, I've just begun a new running routine. So far, so good. I feel bad but not as bad as I thought I would. The endorphins are kicking in even after a moderate workout, which is nice. Plus, I'm getting my vitamin D and a bit of a tan as an added benefit and because of the scenery, running here is cathartic, to say the least.
One of the honest-to-goodness benefits of living in the People's Republic of Kalifornia:
The wife and I are moving in the medium-term. I won't miss San Diego's (and California's) chaos, cultural decay, traffic, cost of living, educational system, socialism, 25% underemployment, massive illegal immigration, welfare-entitlement mentality, psychopathic Prius drivers, worst public services at the highest cost in the country....
But I sure as all-holy-hell will miss the beautiful San Diego ocean and the sunshine...
On a related note: My essay at Pajamas Media, "Missing the California of My Youth"