Costa Rica was amazeballs. Mexico may have to move over and make room at the top of my list. I knew I loved it when I was there before. I love it more now. I loved every minute of the trip: the people, the food, the rainforest, the cities, the culture, the language. I could go on and on. But that said, how the trip was organized, and where, left me NO room for running. Literally. In the rainforest lodge (swoon...must go back) it was, well, in the middle of the rainforest. No space for running. No workout room. No treadmill. And in town, well, if you saw the streets and how people drive, you would know running there is out of the question too. Yikes.
And so it was that I spend a little more than 8 days not running. Do I regret it? Not one iota. Today I talked myself up and out of bed. One of those things you do even though it's hard because you know you will be thankful later. And man was today's run TOUGH. Really hard. It was like dragging myself through mud carrying an extra 20 lbs. But I did it. I was determined to do it, not to walk at all. I miss the feeling of being able to run just a little further, take that other path, and so on. Today it was all I could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other in a slow and lumbering jog. But I did it. And I will go again on Sunday, and so on. Until I am back where I was in terms of fitness.
I felt the week dragging behind me. Maybe that is what I was carrying that felt so heavy - days and days of inactivity. (Touristy strolling does not really count as activity. Even though I so loved it.) My face and body were pouring sweat, great big drips of it. But I earned that. It felt good to sweat out some of the lethargy and heaviness. It felt good to know that I can still run, still move, still enjoy the effort of it. Difficult? Oh yes. Worth it? Totally. If this is the price I pay for taking a heavenly vacation, I'll pay it. I can take it!!
I don't really know what it is about running. It is hard, sweaty, and sometimes I really have to talk my way through it. But I keep coming back for more. I keep wanting to come back for more. I just really like it. A lot. Is this really me, saying I like exercise? Lazy, loafy, doughy me? I guess so. I guess I am changing, bit by bit. Or rather, step by step.
And so it was that I spend a little more than 8 days not running. Do I regret it? Not one iota. Today I talked myself up and out of bed. One of those things you do even though it's hard because you know you will be thankful later. And man was today's run TOUGH. Really hard. It was like dragging myself through mud carrying an extra 20 lbs. But I did it. I was determined to do it, not to walk at all. I miss the feeling of being able to run just a little further, take that other path, and so on. Today it was all I could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other in a slow and lumbering jog. But I did it. And I will go again on Sunday, and so on. Until I am back where I was in terms of fitness.
I felt the week dragging behind me. Maybe that is what I was carrying that felt so heavy - days and days of inactivity. (Touristy strolling does not really count as activity. Even though I so loved it.) My face and body were pouring sweat, great big drips of it. But I earned that. It felt good to sweat out some of the lethargy and heaviness. It felt good to know that I can still run, still move, still enjoy the effort of it. Difficult? Oh yes. Worth it? Totally. If this is the price I pay for taking a heavenly vacation, I'll pay it. I can take it!!
I don't really know what it is about running. It is hard, sweaty, and sometimes I really have to talk my way through it. But I keep coming back for more. I keep wanting to come back for more. I just really like it. A lot. Is this really me, saying I like exercise? Lazy, loafy, doughy me? I guess so. I guess I am changing, bit by bit. Or rather, step by step.
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