I was feeling bad that I haven’t taken any pictures since I got to California, and also that my post yesterday completely digressed from what I intended to talk about. So here is a picture of what I made myself for lunch today. (I was proud enough to get my camera out for this).
It’s spinach with fresh strawberry, and chicken (cooked with diced onion, lemon, garlic, fennel seeds and sage). Yes, that’s a princess plate. And yes, I could have taken a better pic, but then I wouldn’t have the Bay in the background, which is my segue.
Sunday I’ll be swimming in these waters. Apparently I should be more worried about the cold water than the sharks that are going to be biting me, but since I’ve been swimming in 48 degree lake water already this year, it’s the sharks that I’m scared of.
I’ve never done this race, so in order to prepare myself I’ve ridden the course, and yesterday I ran the 8 miles. It’s tough. Flat for two miles, then you go up, then down, then run on sand, then climb a sand ladder, then go up then go down, then run flat for two more miles. I like things that are hard for everyone, so this should be a lot of fun.
I mentioned the sand ladder. It’s not really made of sand. It’s made of rope and logs, but it’s laying in the sand. I was excited to see this ladder for the first time, but when I finally got my first glimpse it was jaded by an older man standing at the base of the steps – completely naked! He had no hat, no pants, no shirt, no shoes, and I could not see any such items laying around. He did have a small dog – some kind of terrier or Chihuahua, that he was watching (and so was I because it was a distraction). I’m not sure where he left his clothes, but it was nowhere in site. As I started my way up the sand ladder I thought to myself, "I wonder if this is a nude beach?" Luckily, the burn in my legs overtook that sudden primordial urge to streak across Marshal Beach.