Interesting morning

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Last Saturday, my friend, Luke and I decided to do a hike I have wanted to do for almost five years; the hike to the cross.

Right off the 101 highway and Highland is a cross that stands majestic over the Ford Theater. It was today that I would conquer that hike.

Luckily for us, there was no sign nor path leading us to the cross, and it had rained the day before. This made climbing up mud a delight! Once we realized it was best to run up the hill before the mud dropped from under our feet, the path from one hill to the next became slightly less stressful. We then jogged to the cross! As many things are in life, the cross wasn’t as happy to see us as I had thought. Years of homeless men dwelling in its shade and angry preteens graffiti-ing its base had taken its toll on the old thing, however I finally reached the cross I had hoped to hike to after all these years (plus we got some pretty nice pictures).

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LA Drivers

This is a typical LA driving story.

I was minding my own business, merging into a left lane ( with my turn signal on as always) when I saw this blue Ford focus speeding up from behind in the lane I was slowly, but safely crossing into. I guess she was on her phone, but when she decided to take notice of my vehicle in her lane she flipped out. Without her signal, she moved into the next lane to speed up and wail her hands about in my general direction. I assumed she was having a rough day.

I went about driving in the lane on my way home when out of the corner of my eye, here she comes again! She is using her phone to gesture how upset she was that I used my turn signal legally to get into her lane without writing for a formal invitation. I smiled at her and mouthed the words, “calm down. It’s going to be okay.”. This must have angered her more. No sooner had I made a funny joke about her bumber sticker being a cross then she comes around again only to take a picture of my beautiful smiling face. I guess she was enamored by my mug that she had to show her family back in the boonies. She sped off in victory as I exited the highway. Another fanatic on the road, using her phone like the paparazzi…will it never end!?!?

Warrior Dash!

Last Saturday I was able to be apart of an epic adventure with some great friends!(Nicole, Broc, Gabe and Josh).

The warrior dash is a 5K obstacle course that contains climbing over walls, crawling under barbed wire, sledging through mud pits and jumping over fire!

The course was at Lake Elsinore which is a two-hour drive from Los Angeles. Our particular excursion was very appropriate for pre-warrior dash contestants. We stopped every half hour or so for the bathroom and thought Chik-fil-a was a decent meal before hurdling through obstacles…waffle fries included.

When we arrived, it was very cold, so we wore our jackets which immediately became unnecessary after our ten minute walk to the festival tents. Our race began at 3 PM. The sun was embracing our bodies like they were in an oven.

The first mile was easy peasy; the tire hurdle was the first obstacle.

Then we had to crawl under barbed wire and jump over hurdles. I had met a few people on the trail at this time, and the conversations while running this course were friendly. No competitive angry runners here.

The climbing obstacles came next…rope walls, rock walls, rope quilted walls, teetering obstacles, jumping and pole sliding etc. It was all great fun.

Then a loooong run going up and around creek beds and trees…I thought it would never end and then, a slide. It went all the way into the lake. The slide was fast and slick.

Then, BAAM!
I hit a very cold lake! I thought I was going to go into shock! There was an obstacle in the lake. You must crawl over these floating blocks (4 I believe). Due to my height, (lack thereof) I had to become fully submerged in the freezing lake in order to jump onto the blocks. As soon as I made it over those blocks I RAN out of that water, up the hill and hurdled over flames of fire! From this I immediately face planted into the mud pit.

I crawled through the warmest and what seemed like the cleanest mud I have ever had the pleasure to swim in. This was the last obstacle. It’s harder than I thought, crawling through mud that has barbed wire over it. I finished just over 30 minutes.

Turns out I placed 30 in my division out of 10,000 contestants. Pretty fun for the first try. I hope to beat my time before next year!

Hiking gone bloody wrong!

I love hiking. Anyone who knows me knows how passionate I am about it.

I Also love a challenge. When someone says I can’t do something I will usually conquer the obstacle out of stubbornness. This can be a deadly disaster when mixed with the great outdoors.

Let me start at the beginning:

A good friend, Rachel, and I decided to go on a nice hike to La Tuna Canyon. Rachel was a girl scout, so she was well prepared with a first aid kit. I laughed. I never bring materials for safety precautions. I go out there and see what happens. Not safe.

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After reaching the top, I climbed the majestic tree overlooking the valley. This tree was also the shade for a homeless man named Bill. He gave us really good advice on a trail heading back down (in the opposite direction of where we needed to go) towards really awesome pine trees. They were nice, but weren’t giving me and Rachel the challenge we were seeking.

Rachel and I went on his recommended “trail”and began our misadventure…

We then went our own route off the path thinking we were going to make it back to our main route. After about a quarter-mile off the main trail, our footing started to get, how shall I say, more untrusting. We were resilient, however, and kept trudging forward. We were caught by more plant-life right before our “ground” became a cliff. I was skipping ahead too fast to realize I was skidding. Naturally, I caught myself with my leg…that was not a good idea.

I looked down,and brushed the gravel off.

“You okay, Tara?” “Oh, ya. Fine.” Then the blood ran…. Fast. It was awesome.

Thank God Rachel brought her “First Aid Kit” that I had made fun of earlier. Without it, I would have probably passed out hiking down the mountain with blood gushing.

She bandaged me with our headbands and hand towel (she just happened to have) after using alcohol swabs and gauze on my gash.

We turned back, obviously, and proceeded to run down the hill in order to clean the wound as soon as possible.

It was a wonderful hiking adventure even with my first hardcore wound. We had a blast! I am healing fast and look forward to another adventure on Saturday.

See ya on the trail!

Friends in odd places

I have been visiting a Hospice in Los Angeles for over 6 months now. If you don’t know what a hospice is…well here is a little summary:

Hospice: a type of  care and philosophy of care that focuses on relieving the pain and suffering from Terminally ill patients.

This means that every patient in a hospice is dying. They have decided to stop the “fight”, if you will, and go gently into that dark night. The hospice provides that without the agonizing pain that most illnesses and diseases cause.

If you have never been to a hospice, go! It will change your perspective on a lot of different subjects; the main one pertaining to death.

What a scary subject, death. No one talks about it and it IS the one and only thing we all have to look forward to. Nothing can stop it. It will happen.

The hospice has definitely changed my view of death. Actually, I never even truly thought of my death before.

The woman I have been visiting there is a fireball! She is one of the most amazing ladies I have met.

She has a fatal disease that is eating at her memory. It is terrible to see. She, however, is still incredibly funny and makes the most epic faces that would have contortionists befuddled.

This woman has taught me that the most important thing in life is love. That when you find it, you cherish it! She loves her children and family. She talks about them all the time.

What she doesn’t talk about is her years of suffering through war, money, and the worrisome chores and obstacles that tend to get in everyone’s way when we are younger. There is no talk of gossip or drama. No one harps on hurt feelings. All anyone talks about is the love of their lives and their immense longing to see their children.

I am fairly young, and to see this every week keeps me in check with where I am putting my focus. Especially when I am stuck on the 405 traffic.

I believe everyone should step inside a hospice, and see what really matters in life before you yourself are a patient.

I promise it will change your life, so the sooner the better.

Vibrams!

Here is a little more about me.

I used to HATE running. Seriously, it hurt and it was intensely boring.

Last year, I decided it was high time to start working out without a gym. That meant my options for cardio were down to a few options, biking, running, hiking and…that’s pretty much it.

I didn’t have a bike at the time, and hiking is great, when you have time. Running was really my only choice.

Christmas came and my dad thought it would be nice to get some new running shoes for me. He bought me the Five Finger Running Shoes (VIBRAMS). This changed my life. No joke.

I don’t know what happened, but from that day on I was wearing those shoes like a second skin.

I started to run. A lot. I ran between 3-4 miles a day! I thought that was really good; remember, I hated running. This was good for me.

Months passed, and a new running friend of mine who was a veteran at hitting the streets had signed up for the Pasadena marathon. I volunteered to help her train.

We ran 4-5 miles a day and every weekend we ran 8 miles. It was amazing! My feet loved me and I was improving my  time.

The day before the marathon I tell my friend that I am going to run with her. I had no idea how these events rolled, so I just showed up around 4:30 am with my newly decorated Vibrams and a prayer to survive. Everyone looked WAY more prepared than me with their silly water bottle belts and GOO and high-tech shoes. I began to doubt myself a bit, so I started to stretch to look like everyone else.

ALSO:

Apparently people wear things to keep warm before the start of the race, and then toss the clothes to the side never to be seen again….THIS I would not have. My running buddy lent me a wonderful shawl to keep warm, and I was not about to fling it into the abyss of discarded clothes just because it would, “weigh me down”. I kept that red shawl on for the duration of the run. It ended up being more of a warrior toga near the end. It was a lovely added challenge to keep that thing on me after mile 15.

It rained the first 5 miles, then the glorious sun beat down until the bitter end.

I hit my “wall” around mile 18-20 when I thought I broke my ankle. Silly body, it tried to trick me into stopping!

IF YOU HAVE NEVER RUN A MARATHON, DO IT! IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

I ran the whole 26.2 miles in 4 hours and 35 minutes ( with no blisters or wounds either…thank you Vibrams)

Before that day I never ran more that 5 miles without stopping.

Now, I love running, and encourage everyone to try something that seems impossible. Go out there! Climb up a hard hill, run a marathon, chase the dream!!!!

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Romantic!

 The Notebook (2004)

“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out.”

This quote and film always gets me into that hopeless romantic mood. For more hopeless romantic quotes check this out:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/64E1Sv/extratv.warnerbros.com/2011/02/25_most_romantic_movie_quotes.php/

Why LA

So I said the I would start at the beginning, and here we are. 

 

I was living in New York when I decided to move to Los Angeles. Now, back then I would have been the last person you’d see waving her hand goodbye to New York for the city of “angels”. I despised the city for all it’s hustling and fake attitudes to go along with the fake boobs. It disgusted me. 

My dad encouraged me in 2005 to give LA a chance, and that it may surprise me. It took me two years, but I  gave it a go.

It certainly started out the only way an LA greeting would embrace a newbie; hard.

I took a three day commercial class that,needless to say, was more focused on friendships than anything else. I only started discovering myself when I found a church to go to.

This new sanctuary did not stop the city from jamming scams and corruption down my throat at every turn.

I had a guy propose to me for a green card.

I had an agent tell me that I should be willing to flirt (and then some) with Directors for roles.

I had a guy scam me for a week believing I was hosting his new show, contracts pending…

I don’t know what attracts these sad people to prey on aspiring actors, nor do I understand what they get out of it. Frankly, it’s pathetic.

The main thing a newcomer to this city must be fully aware of is that no matter how prepared you are for battle, blood is going everywhere; you will get sprayed. It’s whether you continue into battle that defines you.

 

New week New Leaf!

I am turning a new leaf!

I have decided to edit the pilot episode before sending it out. I believe it needs to be a bit lighter than the original drafts. I WILL be sending it out ASAP.

I also wanted to begin blogging my life in LA from the beginning. All the good and the bad, ups and downs. It should be fun! Let’s see where this rabbit hole takes us!