I remember tackling a massive hill a few months ago and saying, “the next time I run in Chicago it is going to feel like a piece of cake!” The only hill you encounter when running through Chicago is when crossing a bridge; otherwise, it is flat. I assumed because I have been running on the hilly terrain of San Diego I was stronger and tougher. I figured since Chicago is a pancake, it should also be a piece of cake for a Californian like me. I was mistaken.
I only ran one time while home in Chicago for 3 ½ days. I forgot just how hot and humid the weather is in July. As soon as I stepped outside I felt myself suffocating from the moisture in the air. There is no ocean breeze. Instead, hot gusts like heat coming off the back of a bus. It was rough! Or, it is possible that I have become thin-skinned. Either way, I was not a fan of running in that weather. I had to take a 10 minute walk break at one point just to catch my breath. I felt under-hydrated and eventually nauseous. This may have been the one moment when I wished I was back on the beach in San Diego. Luckily, that moment passed as quickly as it came.
Instead of running in the mornings I woke up with my family and enjoyed breakfast and conversation. I was able to play with one of my 3 year old nieces and snuggle with the dogs. I delighted in these uncharacteristic mornings with my family and wished they could last longer. I was originally supposed to run a 10K with Angela and some of her family but I declined and spent the morning with my little sister and Bella. Now that I am living on the west coast these mornings are all too rare. It was one of the best decisions I could have made. I chose family over running, and I am so glad I did.
I have since returned to San Diego and my daily routine. My days again involve a morning coffee with soy milk, work all day, an evening run or yoga and some time in the kitchen preparing a simple dinner. I have had some fantastic runs and feel like myself again in that regard. I love my days and the simplistic life I lead but I also miss my family. I miss catching up on the happenings of my clever, 12-year old sister and spending the night on her bottom bunk. I miss hugging my mom and holding Hubble the Schitzu like a newborn baby and I miss rubbing the bellies of both my pregnant sisters. And, of course I miss the raucous laughter that ensues when my family comes together. Although I am far away I am certain I am a better sister, daughter, niece and aunt than I would be if I lived there, simply because I am happy. I am living the life I have always desired and I know that shows. I hope I am an example to my nieces and my little sister that it is important to live their life in a way that feels right. Maybe, just maybe, they will grow up to be runners and join me in races. You never know!
This Week’s Runs:
Mon: OFF- traveling
Tues: San Diego Track Club- 8x400s w/ warm-up and cool-down run
Wed: 8 mile tempo run (4.5 miles @ 7:30 pace)
Fri: 5 mile run & 1 hr Hot Yoga
Sat: Slow, hilly trail run
Sun: 12 mile run