An Early Chill

I flew off to Long Island on Monday on Southwest out of Ontario Airport with a stop in Las Vegas. The local sales rep picked me. Tuesday morning we met with the doctor who was installing our newest product on a couple of patients. The install went very well. These trips are as much about establishing relationships as they are about evaluating the product. It turns out that we had accomplished our goals by lunch time so the doc gave me a ride back to the hotel. I originally planned on flying home on Wednesday. I was able to change my flight and got back home by 10:30 p.m. and got to sleep in my own bed Tuesday night, Yeah! I got an extra day at work on Wednesday rather than a day spent traveling.

I woke up Wednesday to temps in the low 40's. This is cooler than Long Island just the day before. My wife had turned on the furnace for the first time while I was away. Wednesday night was the coolest it has been this season. The temp was hovering right about 60, but to us it felt cold. I changed quickly and went on over to Via Verde for an easy 3 miler.

While I got started, in shorts and a long sleeve T, I definitely felt the chill in the air. I was beginning to wonder that if this felt "cold" to me, what was I in for in Indiana? Who's idea was that anyway? The current forecast for Saturday is:
The rain was originally to be gone by Friday. It looks now like it may hang on until Saturday. This makes 60°F look down right tropical. If Indiana is anything like Ohio (my home state), I know it may change again before Saturday. I think I may go looking for a warmer, water-proof running jacket tomorrow at lunch, just in case. It looks like this thin-blooded southern California boy may be in for quite the experience at the hands of Mother Nature.

The run tonight went smoothly. I tried to keep the pace easy just based on my breathing. It was a little breezy on the way out and warmed up considerably on the turn around with the breeze at my back. I was pleased with my 8:44 pace for an easy, shake off the dust kind of run three days before the trail marathon.

Now I'm off to hit the pillow and say my prayers for a warming trend in southern Indiana this weekend. Feel free to join in.

Ready or Not

Am I ready for the Tecumseh Trail Marathon, the race that Dean Karnazes describes as “hardcore”? Well I guess we’re about to find out. It will be 8 weeks since my last street marathon. I’ve done marathons two months apart before and would have gotten in at least one, if not two, 20 milers before the next big race day. Not this time. This time I concentrated on trail running and the hills that go with them. I ran:
Up to the Top of the World in Aliso/Wood Canyon for 14 miles
North Ridge to Four Corners in Chino Hills State Park for 13.5
The La Jolla Canyon Legend 18K around the Santa Monica Mountains for 11.2
Bagged Santiago Peak via the Holy Jim Trail in the Santa Ana Mountains for 16
and hit the beach for a 4 miles at Crystal Cove, part of an 11 mile run.
Not one 20 miler in the bunch. I followed Hal Higdon’s Multiple Marathon schedule for the midweek runs.

I’m confident that I will finish TTM (maybe I shouldn’t be). I have very little idea about predicting a finish time. This one is not about setting a PR. I think the biggest challenge for me is going to be the weather. The average high temperature in Indiana at the beginning of December is 40-ish. Although the forecast says rain early in the week, you never know. The current prediction is high 30’s and sunny. I’ve purchased a pair of tights just in case.

The fact that I am running TTM is pretty much serendipity. I have already completed the two marathons planned for this year. This one is just icing on the cake. Tecumseh has been on my list since I started this odyssey three years ago. Joe’s casual mention of a trail marathon in the fall was all it took to put TTM on my radar. I knew he lived in Indiana. I sent him an email and before you knew it we were signed up to run a marathon just two months after our last. Joe ran Portland, with a PR effort, the week before I ran St. George.

Joe has proven to be a most gracious host. He is picking me up at the airport, made our hotel reservations for the night before the race and even offered to pick up bananas and Gatorade for me. I really look forward to actually meeting him in person and sharing as many miles as possible out on the rolling hills of southern Indiana.

These last couple of weeks has been quite hectic at work. I planned trips to visit four orthodontic offices over the next three weeks. In fact I visit my first one on Tuesday next week on Long Island. I fly out tomorrow, returning Wednesday and then leave again on Friday for Indiana. Today may have been my last run depending on how I feel on Thursday. I may feel the need for at least a three miler that night.

The Thanksgiving holiday has led to some nice runs this week.
Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 4 miles in Via Verde
Wednesday: unplanned day off
Thursday: I met up with 16 CA Cruisers and friends for Rochelle’s Run around the equestrian trails of Yorba Linda including a loop around Eastlake. I had intended on a nice easy run with Dr. John as taper run for the marathon. Little did I know I would end up in the lead pack with Julie, Gary, Suzanne, John, Yihfa and Cheryl. So much for good intentions, but it was a nice 9 mile run.

Later that day I enjoyed delicious turkey dinner guilt free. My wife’s cousin’s family was in attendance with their 7 month daughter. She is just the cutest thing. I tried to kidnap her but Mom and Dad weren’t having it. I promised to bring her back when she started talking back but they still weren’t persuaded.

Friday: 3.6 miles at 7:00 a.m. in Bonelli, much to the wonderment of my wife and mother-in-law. Apparently I had enjoyed my fill of fermented grape juice along with the turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes. They expected that I would not be feeling well, but there were no lingering ill effects.
Saturday: 9.5 miles with the Cruisers on the Two Park, Two Loops Run in Brea. I ran this time with Dr. John and Jay at a fairly easy pace. I was more than happy to let Michelle, James, Mike, Rochelle and Jesse take the lead.
Sunday: the same 3.6 miles in Bonelli as Friday at 3:00 in the afternoon under partly sunny skies. The weather in SoCal has finally turned fall-like. Up until this week we were still enjoying highs in the 80’s.

Miles for the week: 29.7

Running the Beach

First the really, really big news. Well, not so much, but...today is the one year anniversary of my first post, my blogiversary!

After a week of relative non-running, I knew I would be back at it on Saturday. My wife was away at a scrapbooking weekend with seven other women. Can you imagine. The only honey do list she left me was to make sure that Bryan vacuumed the rugs. I think I can handle that. So I really had no excuse for not running this weekend.

I haven't been running much lately with the CA Cruisers since I've been trying to maximize my trail miles. The Cruisers aren't all the whacked out about trails and that's OK. My schedule called for 15. I've got a nice rolling road route, Brian's Loop, that I thought I might do. In the meantime I got word from the Cruisers that they were planning a run at Crystal Cove. It involved some beach running. I wasn't sure about the mileage but couldn't pass up the opportunity to try something new with my old pals.

We met in Corona Del Mar. CDM is a great little beach we used to take the boys to a lot when they were younger. The Cruisers were represented by me, Dr. John and Dorothy, that's all. I'm not really sure what happened to the rest. A pretty decent group of 6:42 runners joined in.

We ran towards the beach on city streets and crossed a really neat little pedestrian bridge at Goldenrod to get down to Ocean Blvd. Ocean Blvd is on a bluff with wonderful views of the Pacific. The ocean that morning was amazingly calm and serene. After a quick jaunt down Pacific Coast Hwy we headed onto the bike path at Crystal Cove State Beach. We followed a boardwalk and trail down the to the water. The lead pack was Randy, Jim, Dave and I. We ran on the sand along the water line dodging the waves. It was a perfect sunny day, with the calm Pacific on our right and the bluffs on our left. Because the tide was on the high side we were forced to run in softer sand than we might have liked. It was quite the workout and I didn't miss all the waves. We went out about 2.5 miles on the sand until we reached a cliff that juts out into the ocean blocking further progress. We were at about 5.5 miles at that point and headed back. The return trip was easier as the tide had subsided some so we could run on harder packed sand. Once we reached the Crystal Cove Cottages, about 1.5 miles of sand running, we headed back onto the bike path. The total run was just over 11 miles in 1:49, nearly 10:00 pace, I attribute to the sand. We hung out afterward at Bruegger's Bagels. This was way more fun that running the asphalt alone. I put my vote in for making this one a regular addition to our repertoire of routes.

Later that afternoon, Tyler showed up from San Diego. I wasn't expecting him until Tuesday. He doesn't have class Thursday or Friday (obviously) and his teachers cancelled his Wednesday and Saturday classes. He decided to skip his Monday class, in favor of spending a full 10 days at home. I wish he hadn't skipped class, but can understand.

Sunday morning dawned sunny and 60° degrees. Wonderful running weather. Of course I headed over to Bonelli. Since I had been rather lacking in miles this week I decided to put together a couple of my shorter runs. I ended up running most of the perimeter of the park for some good hills and 9 miles. I had forgotten my watch, but figure I was gone about 1:45. So it was a fairly slow one but I felt good and enjoyed every step.

Final tally for the week: 24 miles
2006 tally: 1499.9 miles

Almost makes me want to go run a tenth just to get there. I surpassed my previous highest mileage year (2006 at 1456) last week.

A Whole Lot of Nothing

As of Friday evening, I've run a whole 4 miles this week.

Monday - scheduled day off
Tuesday - 4 miles on the equestrian trail in Via Verde
Wednesday - when I got home from work I was exhausted from planning trips to visit docs in NY, Kentucky, Montreal and Quebec. The scheduled called for 6, with at least some of it at Marathon Pace. My legs were still a little lackluster from summiting Santiago (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). And as if I need another excuse I felt a twinge of a sore throat coming on. The rest of my family has been battling this cold for a couple of weeks. I can usually dodge them. So after all the excuses I decided to skip the run.

Thursday - about 9:00 pm on Wednesday I remembered that I couldn't run on Thursday night either. The CA Cruisers were getting together for some food and frivolity. We swapped race stories. Some of us clean up pretty well. Thanks to Jesse for opening his home to us. We tried to plan some runs for the next couple of months and a future race we could all do together in 2007. We are leaning toward Marine Corps. Kitty, Margaret, Jaymie and Dennis ran it this year. It's a year away we'll see how it goes.

Friday - I committed to getting up and getting in at least 4 miles before work on Friday. I set two alarms. Come Friday morning I turned them off and rolled back over. Good intentions, but the run was not going to happen.

Call it extreme tapering, call it laziness, call it poor planning, but as of Friday evening my weekly mileage remained at 4. I haven't done that in awhile.

Holy Jim!

What a great little adventure today!

My plan had me running my one and only 20 miler before Tecumseh. Since my one recovery week after St. George, all my Saturday long runs have been on trails. I wasn’t quite sure whether I wanted to do a 20 mile trail run or a 20 mile flatlander run. Each had its merits and benefits.

Before I made up my mind I received an invite from Jessica for a trail run in the Santa Ana Mountains. The planned distance was 15-16 miles but she told me there were options for making the run longer. A run on new trails with a guide who knows the trails so well was not to be missed. The route she had planned was part of the Twin Peaks Ultra Marathon. Jessica is the race director.

We were joined by some of Jess’s OCTrailRunning buddies, Greg, Mike, and Pete. A friend of Mike’s, Salvatore, also came along. This was going to be his first trail run. Although I’ve been reading her blog for months I hadn’t met Jess or any of the other guys until today.

We met at the parking lot just of Trabuco Canyon Rd. This is a very rugged lot. I don’t exactly drive the best car (Miata) for off roading. From the lot it is a 5 mile drive up the same rugged, rocky road to another lot. Luckily Mike has one of those big SUV’s and gave the 6 of us a ride to the top. It is here that the adventure began. Jess’s description of the planned run: “Holy Jim is the main climb in this run at 2600' over 5.5 miles. Holy Jim has a bunch of switchbacks which help make this trail less steep and one of the easiest ways to get up to Main Divide Road. After we top out at Main Divide Road we run that for about 5 miles with some ups and downs. By the time we hit our turn at West Horse Thief we will have been going downhill for about a mile and dropping 500 feet. West Horse Thief drops another 1500 more feet over the next 1.5 miles. 2.7 more miles on Trabuco Trail and another 1000 foot drop puts us back in the parking lot.”

One funny observation I made, on the way up there the rocky road we passed a runner that was going in from the bottom lot. I recognized him as a guy who ran the La Jolla Legend 18K last weekend. He and his buddy had parked right in front of me. I ended up seeing him later as we climbed up Holy Jim while he was on his return trip down. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him, though.

The first mile or so of this run continues on the rocky road, officially Trabuco Creek Road. There are several privately owned cabins along the road. Some are in better repair than others. At the end of the road is the trail head for the Holy Jim Trail. The beginning of the trail is marked with 3 or 4 creek crossings. At this time of the year the creek is a trickle, so crossing is easy. During the rainy season it is easy to see that creek crossing would be more challenging.

Mike took the lead and I followed. The others fell in behind. The trail eventually becomes a series of switchbacks that gently, but continually work their way up the mountain side. There are many place with shade and most of the trail is a very soft and cushy, really nice running surface. All singletrack. I followed Mike’s lead and took more walk breaks than I normally would have allowed myself. I was in the mood to just enjoy the run and not worry about time. Trail runs will do that to you. I stopped using my watch at all when we hit Main Divide Road. At that point Mike and I probably had about a half mile lead on the others. It had taken us well over an hour to complete the first 5 miles, don’t forget that 2600 feet of elevation gain.

When Jess, Greg, Pete and Sal reached Main Divide, Jess suggested that Greg, Mike and I head left up Main Divide and summit Santiago Peak. Greg and I were completely into it. Mike took a little more prodding but joined us in the end. The trip up and back is 6 miles. This would give me plenty of extra mileage. The plan was for Jess, Pete and Sal to continue to the right on Main Divide and follow the original plan. She felt that the three of us would be able to catch up to them before they made it back to the parking lot.

Main Divide is a rocky service road that is open to vehicular traffic. It is pretty much straight up for 3 miles with an elevation gain around 1500 feet. The peak is home to many telecommunications towers, so it is not extremely scenic, but the view out towards the east is pretty incredible. You also get a great look at the many trails below that crisscross the Santa Ana Mountains. Greg and I made it up first. It took us nearly an hour to get up there, including a few walk breaks and some stops for photo ops. Mike followed shortly thereafter. There is a maze of little roads around all the towers. When we first saw Mike he was covered from head to toe all down his left side in trail dust. He had taken a spill. The trip up had taken its toll on our legs but we were headed down knowing that the hard part was over.

We ran down Maid Divide three abreast. It was a lot of fun. Mike had run the Mount Disappointment 50K this spring and swore off road races. Greg had recently moved to Silverado Canyon and has been running almost exclusively trails since spring. Trail running is contagious. It seems to me that trail runners are pretty laid back people and that the terrain and footing keep the mind more alert and occupied than running on pavement.

When we got back to the junction with Holy Jim we discussed our options. It didn’t seem possible to us that we could catch up with Jess, Pete and Sal on Horse Thief and Trabuco Trail. We were at about 11 miles. If we followed the others we would end up with around 21 miles. We opted to take Holy Jim back down mostly because we didn’t want the others to have to wait for us. Our plan was to run the road back to the main lot if we really felt up to a 21 mile run. I ended up taking the lead and setting the pace down the switchbacks. We kept up what felt like a decent pace but I felt like I was slowing down the farther we went.

The three of us ending up making it back to the SUV before the others. Our total mileage was about 16 in somewhere between 3:30 and 3:45. Our pace was a slow 13 to 14 minutes per mile. It was pretty unanimous that 16 miles was enough for us today. We ended up waiting about 45 more minutes for the others to come down Trabuco. I guess Pete had missed the cutoff for Horse Thief so Jess and Sal waited for him to connect back up. Ironically Greg, Mike and I probably would have caught them had we continued down Main Divide and would have ended up with 21 miles. In the end only Jess and Pete ran the route that was originally planned and even that was cut about a mile short since we drove up the road as far as we could and picked them up a little early. Sal ended up thoroughly enjoying his first trail run and is looking forward to doing it again. The rest of us want to go back some day soon and run the original course that Jess had planned. That should be fun.

In the final analysis this may have been the slowest 16 miles I ever ran, but it was one of the most enjoyable. The trail was very runnable. The scenery was magnificent with panoramic views of the mountains, canyons and urban sprawl below. Meeting five new runners, including the RBF’s on Jessica was quite a treat. I really hope we can get together for some more of these runs.

If you are looking for a race in February you should really consider making your way to SoCal to run Jessica’s inaugural race. From the preview I got today, I’d say it’s going to be an epic race.

The Gift

I started my day today by meeting my boss at the Park & Ride lot off Grand Ave. We were on our way to Escondido to visit an orthodontist to evaluate our newest product. I have just recently taken on this position of administering customer evaluations after 20 years in the Research & Development Lab. The product is one of the biggest things we're working on. It is a pretty big responsibility for me to be running this evaluation.

The evaluation went splendidly. The orthodontists, the assistants, even the patients were very happy with the product. The product performed just as we had hoped that it would. We spend countless hours designing and testing these things but you never know for sure until the first orthodontists puts it to use on the first patient. Maybe most importantly for me was that my boss was very happy with the outcome and my handling of the evaluation. What a relief. We finished up in Escondido about 2:00 and headed home. My boss dropped me at my car around 3:30 and told me I could just head home for the day. My office was only about 15 minutes away and I could probably have gone in for at least an hour but I opted to call it a day and enjoy the successful evaluation. I'll have plenty more long days as I travel the country visiting docs from coast to coast.

I got home, changed and was over in Bonelli before 4:00 to put in a 6 mile run on the trail out and back along the west side of the park. I was back at the car just after 5:00, well before the sun disappeared into the Pacific. The perfect ending to a positive evaluation experience. Thanks, Boss! I really appreciate the gift.

La Jolla Canyon

The La Jolla Canyon Legend 18k Race was in a word - legendary. Trite, I know, but all the other words I might used to describe it are over used as well. Words and phrases like awesome, fun, a good time, a kick in the pants. I really enjoyed this run. A trail run to me means a more laid back attitude. I decided to treat this as a run rather than a race. I did have a time goal and I did keep an eye on the watch but mostly I just enjoyed myself.

The race was scheduled to start at 8:30 a.m. The trailhead was about 1.5 hours from my house. I wanted to arrive around 7:30 so I left home at 6:00. One nice thing about the race being postponed from last weekend is the earlier sunrise of Pacific Standard Time. The sun was up at 6:00 and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Unfortunately where I live is no predictor for the weather at the beach. The only bummer about the postponement was that I was missing out on an awesome trail run planned by Jessica. Jeff, Nattie and a couple of blogless trail runners joined her. You can read about the adventure at both Jess and Nattie's blogs. This would have been a great long training run for Tecumseh.

The drive over to Pt. Mugu was bright and sunny until about half a mile from the beach on Kanan Dume Rd. Kanan Dume connects the 101 freeway with Pacific Coast Highway through the Santa Monica Mountains. At that point the fog became so thick it was difficult to see. As I continued west along PCH the fog thinned and by the time I reached La Jolla Canyon the sun was shining beautifully again. It was at this point that I realized that sunscreen might have been a good idea.

An odd thought struck me about how places are named in southern California. The Santa Monica Mountains are miles from the town named Santa Monica. And the town of La Jolla is near San Diego nearly 180 miles from La Jolla Canyon. I guess whoever named all these places back in the day wasn't the most creative thinker.

Back to the run, I parked along PCH and had plenty of time to take care of business at the facilities, walk to registration, and take the goodie bag back to the car and get back to the starting line.

The run takes off up hill right away, no warming up mile on this one. The group was small, 118 finishers, and we fell into a single file line pretty quickly. Right out of the box we hit the rock stairs. We were basically forced to follow along single file until there was a hint of widening in the trail to get by. By the end of mile 2 we were pretty spread out there wasn't much passing going on or necessary for that matter. There was a relatively flat section between mile 1.5 and 2 then a long slow climb up to mile three. As I looked ahead nearly everyone in sight was walking the hill. I did the best I could to keep some semblance of running pace. I did walk some but passed at least two people. Mile 3 brought us out to a spectacular view of the ocean and a flat section of trail along the hill above the beach. I saw the mile marker and checked the watch. 38:24 for 3 miles of pretty brutal up hills.

Mile 3 to 4, was run in 8:35 on a pretty nice downhill section that started to take us back inland. I mentally prepared myself for some more uphill. Somewhere along here was the first water stop. I actually stopped and drank a cup of water, mostly just for the rest. Mile 4 to 6.5 or so were run through a large grassy meadow. At times when I looked ahead I could not tell where the trail went. The only clue was the 12 inch swatch of dirt on the ground that was clear. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of a runner or two in front of me. I covered mile 5 in 9:32. This put me at just over 11:00 miles, about right were I expected to be based on my recent trail runs. Somewhere along here I took half a Clifshot.

We eventually connected with a fire road that climbed up from mile 6.5 to 9. Running the fire road was very familiar, reminding me of my runs in Bonelli or Chino Hills SP. Mile 6 and 7 went by in 21:03. My total time was 1:17. I was pretty proud of myself for actually being able to do the math while running to determine that I was exactly on 11:00 miles.


Mile 8 was kind of rolling and still on the fire road at 9:56. It was at this point that I began leap frogging another runner. I would motor up the hills and pass him, and then on the flats or downs he would bop on by me. We kept this up for a least a mile. Somewhere between 8 and 9 we left the fire road and headed back onto some single track. I polished off the Clifshot around here. The last aid station was between 8 and 9 and my frogger buddy stopped and I kept going. Mile 9 in 9:18.


Mile 9 marked the beginning of the home stretch. We came back around the front of the mountain and had a wonderful view of the ocean down below. The next two miles were a nice long down hill. The trail was switchbacks at a nice decline. The downhill wasn't so steep that I had to put on the breaks every step. It was the kind of downhill where I felt like I could just let it fly. Mile 10 came up at 8:17, followed by mile 11 at 7:54. I had passed at least three people on the down hill; nobody had passed me, at least until the very end. I was within 0.2 mile of the finish line when my frogger buddy came up from behind and beat me to the finish by 10 seconds.

La Jolla Canyon Legend was 18K (11.2 miles) of pure running joy. The course was well marked and the mile markers seemed to be pretty accurate. Sure the uphills were tough, but the 18K distance was just enough so that I wasn't completely worn out at the end. I had beaten my goal time of sub 2:00. I had determined, worse case at 11:00 miles, that I would finish in 2:01. I was fairly confident that I could. My watch was 1:53:28.

We were treated to a medal and breakfast of scrambled eggs, fruit, coffee and a Krispy Kreme donut. I hung out for nearly 1.5 hours after the race. They gave away a lof of door prizes. I didn't win anything. I was waiting for the awards. I really had no feel for my placement but I was curious none the less, due to the rather small field. The organizers were having computing problems so I ended up leaving without official results.

Since then the results have been posted, 1:53:26. 68 out of 118 (58% finished ahead of me). They used 10 year age groups so I was 14 of 23 (61% ahead of me). If they had used 5 year age groups I was the 4th M 45-49. The 3rd place guy beat me by just over a minute. A minute is a long way on a trail run. So it wasn't my fastest race ever, but it was one heck of a run. I can still claim an 18K PR!

I ran Bonelli, 5 miles as usual, on Sunday but I waited until the late afternoon. The park was deserted and it was nice to enjoy the cooling air of the evening. I finished up well before sunset.

Final miles for the week: 30.2

October 2006 Wrap Up

October 2006 miles = 119.7

This is the lowest monthly mileage yet for 2006, yet it is right on par with my average for 2005. Months with a marathon in them really suffer for overall mileage, with the big taper week before and recovery week after. The remainder of the month I've also purposely cut back to give my hip some time to recuperate. For the most part it seems to be working.

I think I am going to continue to keep my miles on the low side for the rest of 2006 and then begin to ramp things up in January 2007 for my spring marathon.

Me and My Shadow

I was accompanied last night by an ever changing set of companions on my easy 4 miler in Via Verde. As I proceeded from street light to street light I was aware of my shadow. I was fascinated watching my shadow appear at my side then race ahead of me getting taller and taller as it went, eventually fading away only to be joined by a new version right next to me. At some points I had a partner on my side and in front. I imagine I had one behind me too, but I don't have a 180 degree swivel neck so I can't be sure. I can't really know why I noticed this tonight, but it was fun to watch and made the run go by pretty quickly.

Wednesday was 6 miles with at least a portion of that at marathon pace. Because of the time change I don't run on the bike path at the dam after work. I depended on the mile markings there. For the next few months I will fall back on the 6 mile route around neighborhood streets. As an alternative to running a known distance I ran for time. After about a 1.5 mile warm up, I picked up the pace. I set my watch for 8 minute intervals. I ran at the faster pace for 24 minutes followed by about a 1.5 mile cool down. While I can't be sure of my pace I guess I put in about 3 miles at a faster pace. It felt pretty good to be moving along like that.

I moved my Tuesday run up to Monday. I figured there was going to be enough traffic out on Halloween, I didn't need to add to it. I ended that run at my mother-in-law's house. My wife and son met me there. We broke into Grandma's stash of Halloween candy. You know after an easy 4 miler, a guys got to replace those carbs!

I looks like we are on for the La Jolla Legend this weekend. It should be fun.