Utah isn’t just for polygamy

Fresh of the plane from Salt Lake City, I present to you a serious athlete:


Let’s talk about the circumstances informing this photo.

It was April 17, and Amanda Delzell was in Salt Lake City for the first time in her adult life, having only visited on occasion through extended road trips as a child.

It’s customary in Utah to make sure that your guests are provided with PLENTY of wine upon their arrival, so I gladly accepted each glass, offset only by the pizza so heavily topped with meat that the crust drooped.

After sleeping off the wine on a futon-esque piece of cheap furniture, I woke already dressed in my running clothes: tech tee from my former running club in LA, lululemon Pace Rival skirt, some crazy-ass New Balances, and a Nike hat.

After planning for a 1.5 mile walk to the start line and discovering a more actual 2.3 mile trek, my friend Scottie (alternative name “Scoffers”) and I ended up running probably a mile or more, all while holding my backpack down from bouncing. We were still at gearcheck when¬†the gun went off — but we made it!

And then took many successive selfies, because we decided last-minute to run while holding our phones because we had no pace goals whatsoever. (Scoffers and I both imbibed.) But we ended up at a nice casual (while at 4000+ feet elevation) 9:50/mile. So, whatevs.


(Oops, this photo was downloaded from snapchat and therefore TERRIBLE QUALITY)

I want to also take a minute to highlight one of the best, most interesting meals I’ve had. Forage¬†has been around since 2009 and serves a ton of crazy local courses. I didn’t take any photos because SOMEONE TOOK AWAY MY PHONE (aka my sweet friend Amanda’s boyfriend, who constantly berated me for each time I checked the Mariners’ score before removing my iPhone altogether) but Scoffers took a shot of the menu:


Thankfully ol’ Aaron (the phone napper) permitted one photo. The guys were super lucky to be seated at the girl’s table.


And on a final note, sometimes taking a weekend trip because the flights are super cheap is a super good idea. You might even feel really rejuvenated and happier. Recommended. Five stars, two thumbs up, and one unicorn.

Running with runners, and running silently

I’m really new to the Bay Area (under 5 months!) so in my effort to integrate, I joined a running club. Amazingly, these immediately became my people. 

That’s the cool thing about runners. Maybe it’s that sort of Stockholm Syndrome effect where you go through something difficult together and it bonds you inexplicably. (I’m sure there’s a term more specific to captive-captive bonding, as opposed to Stockholm Syndrome which is captive-captor bonding… Does anyone know?) In any case, I fell in love with a bunch of people who are willing to do the New Jersey Camera Point even after a run. 


(I am still super proud of my generosity for taking the photo instead of being in it. Just kidding, #strategic because I was still super sweaty and red.)

I run by myself far more often than I go with others though — mostly due to scheduling. Today I got a taste of desert beauty. 


Terrible photo because I DONT STOP FOR NO PICTURE! But you get the gist. 9 miles of palm trees today… Followed immediately by this:


Y’know, for Easter. This was at one of the classic desert restaurants, Las Casuelas Nuevas in Rancho Mirage, CA. It was perfect but given that I had just run 9 miles I sucked it down in three sips. 

This weekend was absolutely filled with food, by the way. SO MUCH FOOD. Easter brunch at Roy’s (like the Hawaiian fusion place) was surprisingly delightful with brioche sticky buns, ramen, and pork belly with eggs. And time in the pool was accompanied by “sangria”:


That was my cup btw. Just kidding! Ps: I’m pretending I’m making a huge feminist statement by posting this picture. I am a feminist, but maybe this picture is just a picture of a woman and a pitcher of white wine and a floating pineapple cooler? Maybe we should be more concerned that I didn’t properly use the pineapple as a drink cooler and holder? What do you think? #NoThighGapGate2015 #Scandal 

I also chose to make sure today’s mileage did not burn enough calories to compensate for my massive food enjoyment, so we went to Rita’s Italian Ice/Custard shop in La Quinta. JUST ATE THE WHOLE PLACE OUT OF BUSINESS, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. 


I don’t know how I will return to normal food. I eat a lot of salads at work. Will my tastebuds even accept the non-sugar? If you see me pacing and shaking, looking for a sugar fix, PLEASE SEND HELP.  

What did you do for Easter?

Any feminists out there? Duh, of course there are! 

Best thing you ate this weekend? Extreme detail needed.