USC to Malibu

Football fans to marathon maniacs. 

We were there to soak it all in.

Mom finally realized that Dad was a serious USC fan.

I just thought he liked UCLA. False.

We were quickly clued in with a birthday trip 

to a USC football game.

We didn't want to stand out too much...

So we were subtle with our red and gold.

I much prefer UCLA colors...Just so we're clear.

Makeshift tailgating. Fried chicken on a curb.

Mom and Dad's vision of a tailgating picnic 

were thrashed when we paid to park in a shady over grown lot 

with sketchy parking attendants with homemade signs.

But the chicken was delicious and all of our things 

were accounted for when we returned.

The game really was fun. 

The people watching, even better.

Graham is learning how to be more discreet.

After a bomb Japanese dinner and relaxing hotel evening,

we drove the windy road to the Malibu Marathon!

We drove up and down the 1 

looking for a braid and a blond boy...

Not a shabby spectating spot...

Thank you to my family members who keep being 

somehow motivated to run 

an insane amount of miles 

in the most beautiful places...

Even if it meant Graham's walking room was 

wedged between cliffs and busy highways.

We found them!! Don't they look great?!

I mean seriously...So photogenic for mile 6!

(No braid, for the record)

Such a strong finish!

Fitness model much?

Training done.

Race done.

Quote: "Never again."

Jets. Birds. Balloons. Moon.

Anything in the sky is fascinating to GTU.

USA! USA! USA!

I'm so stinking proud of you guys...

Sheesh.

How about your next one is innnnn...

Spain? Bora Bora?

I'll do what I do best...