Vacations. Love 'em. I'm a big fan.
Just got to take two weeks off for the first time in, well, I can't remember ever getting two weeks off in a row since my wedding and honeymoon 21 years ago.
So el husbando, three kids, two dogs and I drove our RV to Naples, Florida, to visit family.
And it was glorious.
It was warm. It was sunny. There were palm trees on my runs!
And water fountains. In December.
It was so nice that I easily kept up with my half-marathon training schedule, even logging my first five miler since my half marathon in September. (Still using the Galloway Method (30:30 run/walk) and feeling pretty good.)
Michigan was not welcoming at all. We got in late yesterday and woke up this morning to what they generously call a "wintry mix." Read: snow, ice and rain. Blech.
How is a chica expected to go from all that to cold, snow and ice?
No, really. What am I supposed to do now? My idea of loading the RV back up and heading south was shot down.
Unfortunately, I can't run away. Literally or figuratively.
Did I mention I jacked up my butt/leg again? Methinks it was a bumpy boat ride (woe is me, right?) during our Naples adventure.
I woke up the day after with the same kind of pain I'd had for months on my butt cheek, running down my left leg. So much for my half-marathon training schedule.
I've taken a few days off from running, am taking Aleve and using a heating pad. So far, nada. Still in enough pain that I'm not sleeping well. Ouchie.
I'm guessing I'm not going to get a whole lot of sympathy when I go back to work with a vacation-induced injury.
As for my running, I'll figure something out. There's a half marathon with my name on it as soon as it warms up in the Michigan tundra.
What's the longest vacation you've ever taken? What's your favorite vacation spot? Do you still run while on vacation?