We spent almost the entire weekend at Angela’s parents’ vacation rental on the beach. It’s only a few miles from our apartment but having the ocean just steps away made me deliriously happy. They were all tuning into the Bears game as we were heading out the door for our run on Sunday. Even Mia, who is not yet 2, was donning a Bears Jersey. We caught a glimse on the TV of the blistery cold we left behind in Chicago. The gray sky looked severely depressing in comparison to the ocean view right out the window. We could hear the waves crashing outside as the TV showed snow falling on the football field. The juxtaposition of the two made me feel especially glad that we moved here over a year ago.
I felt like we were on a “Vacation Run” the entire way. The weather was as close to perfect as it gets and we ran along the bay and the ocean with palm trees almost the entire way. Yes, we do live here but sometimes it still feels like we’re on vacation. I hope that feeling never leaves us. With little reminders like that Bears game, maybe it never will.
The Bears won by the way, and apparently it’s a really big deal or something. Go Bears!
After a weekend spent on the beach, I am in relaxation mode and ready for this little thing called taper. Yesterday was our last 20 miler and I still have a hard time believing I will be able to run the entire 26.2 miles. My legs are toast during that last mile. How on earth will I be able to run an additional 6.2, at the same pace nonetheless?
I have been told time and time again to trust my training. I will apparently be able to pull 6.2 extra miles out of my butt some how. I know I can run the extra 6.2, but can I keep the same pace? That’s my goal.
It was difficult coming back to reality today and having to say good-bye to my pretend vacation. Sigh.
After watching sunsets like this over the ocean every night, our regular life feels slightly less exciting.