Onto the mainland of America and running just hasn't featured. I've discovered I'm almost impossible to understand over the phone in the USA if I talk normally. Face to face the Aussie accent seems to be a good source of friendly entertainment. I've refrained from talking about drop bears and seasonal work as a Koala Pusher.
In LA I didn't run, basically because I didn't feel like it. It seemed more of a chore than enjoyment. Instead I battled Transformers, wondered just how much concrete is used here, got some local background on some protests and rode some bikes along the beach with the family.
My mental toughness and power to endure should be vastly improved. The "happiest place on Earth" doesn't quite take into account tired four and six year olds who have to line up again. Importantly they are now convinced that Star Wars is awesome and not just something else Dad likes that is weird.
I'm enjoying the differences to my usual world. Though I have had trouble with coffee. Ordeing a macchiato back home will usually result in receiving a single shot of espresso stained with a bit of milk. So far in the USA ordering a macchiato has resulted in receiving a behemoth sized bucket of milk which potentially has some espresso in it topped with whipped cream and sometimes caramel or chocolate syrup.