Now that I have offended all the glitter-lovers* with my first post, and inadvertently created a demand for photos of a 6-year-old Holly in a tutu, it’s time to move on to less controversial topics. [*Note: I respect your love for glitter. Just keep it out of my house, and off my face.]
Since this will be, first and foremost, a running blog, let’s talk about running. Since this is my running blog, let’s talk about my running. [Side note for you non-runners: There are few things a runner enjoys more than talking about his/her own running. Just ask us. Or don’t, if you don’t have all afternoon.] But to understand where my running is today, I’m going to have to take you back about a year. Trust me, this won’t hurt a bit. And there are some most excellent photos involved, too.
*time travel noise*
In at the Fall of 2011, when I was living in Rochester, NY, and running ~40-50 miles per week. I was part of an amazing running community (at Fleet Feet Rochester), had become a trail running convert (and was a member of the Fleet Feet Endurance Team – at that time, we were co-sponsored by Salomon), and was coaching lots of aspiring runners (through the No Boundaries program at Fleet Feet). My running life was good. I ran some intense trail races that fall, and left Rochester on a running high.
In January 2012, my husband and I took a sabbatical of sorts, and embarked on a 4.5 month round-the-world journey. I knew that this would be an time of adventure, exploration, and growth. I also knew that it wasn’t a time for 40-50 mile weeks, tempo runs, and interval sessions on the track. We had a pretty full travel schedule planned, and would be staying just 3-4 days (or less) in each city we visited. I knew that if I was following an ambitious training plan, I’d be spending a lot of time running (rather than tourist-ing), and I’d spend more of my time stressing over how/when/where my next run would be. None of this would have been healthy for me, my running, or my relationship with my husband. 🙂
So I basically stopped “training”, and just started “running”. I aimed for 3 runs/week, including one long run (>6 miles). It had been a long time since I’d willingly taken such a significant break from training, and adjusting my expectations so drastically was not easy. But I also knew that hard-core training and racing would be waiting for me when we got back.
So I ran less. So I ran slower. So I got lost – a lot. But we had a totally amazing trip. And I still managed to explore lots of new places, and I saw plenty that I wouldn’t have seen without my running sneakers. Here’s just a small sampling:
*time travel noise*
I know it’s a weekday morning, though – so I’m going to pause my story here. You’ll just have to come back to hear what happened when our trip came to an end in mid-May!
But before you go…Where is the most awesome vacation spot you’ve walked/hiked/run??