I am not, of course a runner. Never have been. I tried a few times. meh.
But skinny folk and rainy weather aside, this day is often the bane of an angeleno’s existence because of road closures.
A few years they brought it up to the valley (i guess so we would feel “included”) and all i can say is that i spent those days cursing the marathon because i couldn’t GET anywhere.
I know, i know–first world problems.
This is a big city. i mean a BIG CITY. and honestly–i like that.
I think i always knew i would end up in a big city. I spent enough time in small towns–which have their appeal, i grant you, but never ENOUGH appeal. Although in college i lived within walking distance to the bars–and THAT was nice. but i digress. I always figured i would end up in New York or Chicago–except for the whole freezing weather thing. yeah, about that…
City livin aint for everyone–but i really dig the hustle and bustle. I love that there are a gajillion different kinds of restaurants. I love the myriad cultural areas. I love the food truck explosion!
Yeah–traffic sucks. and? Like anyone in a traffic congested area–you learn to get around it. Hell, i drive a hybrid. Stop and go just saves me gas$$.
So, marathon aside, i really do love this crazy town. And while the bucolic cliches may be good enough for some, they mostly wanna make me puke.