As you know, we left last Tuesday night for a mini vacation to Williamsburg over Thanksgiving. The trip there took us SEVEN hours, which is basically twice the time it was "supposed" to take. The dogs traveled well with us, but we were all thoroughly exhausted by the time we reached our destination, got checked-in and un-loaded. The Williamsburg Plantation was great, we ended up with an additional bed and bath, and the master bath, in all its enormity, with the super sized jacuzzi tub almost made me forget about the treacherous trip down.
Now, you also know that my current run/walk schedule is Monday, Wednesday , Friday (though I've already been warned that a Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday schedule is in my near future). So even though it was after 2 AM until I was nestled all snug in my bed, I knew what I had to do a little later that morning. When we checked in I did something I have never in my life done - asked where the gym was! Usually I ask where the spa is, but this was an altogether different vacation. I slept lightly, thinking about the work-out, thinking about what I wanted to see & do in Williamsburg, and was up & at 'em before 9 AM.
Shawn was not happy about the fact that I was up so early but I explained to him that I just wanted to get it over with. He drove to Williamsburg, and I can't drive a stick shift (I know, I know), so I walked to the gym at the clubhouse and eventually found myself a treadmill. The gym was HOT, full of sweaty vacationers and the roaring fire outside in the lobby did not help my cause. I was about 1/2 way through my run when I saw a familiar face in the glass door at the Gym...yep - the hubby got his behind out of bed and ALSO walked to the Clubhouse. He finished his run outside, I got it done in 14:30, it was dreadful, I was so tired, (and did I mention hot?)...but it was done!
Our days in Williamsburg were packed with sightseeing and LOTS of walking, by the time Friday rolled around our legs and feet were killing us even though we were doing a regular soak in 'cuzzi with full jets blazing.
We decided to take the dogs with us and do our run/walk in the development which we were staying in. Shawn believed a course he charted was just a mile. We walked most of it, our aching feet were having little more, and finished up in 15:36. We got plenty of exercise on our trip - and eating out on Thanksgiving didn't really allow for us to stuff ourselves, so that worked in my favor too :).
I wish I could feel completely happy about the last week, but on Monday morning, back at home, in the coziness of my own bed, and still suffering from vacation-hangover, I didn't run. Neither of us flinched when the alarm went off, it wasn't going to happen. Yesterday morning we also stayed in bed due to the monsoon like conditions outside our bedroom window, but made a resolve that we would get our butts outside last night. Rather than go to the track, Shawn thought we should run up and down our long, fairly flat street and see how many "laps" equaled a mile.
Now I can say that I've finally figured out how to use my Running Log app with the GPS feature, the only problem(s) - it updates the distance when it feels like it, and the distance is read in Kilometers. Shawn downloaded a free app on his phone, only to find after the run/walk that it read in footsteps, well feet, yes really, feet. So, about 18:20 min in, we absolutely completed a mile, which we think is somewhere between 3 & 4 trips down the street. When I did the conversion on my laptop, I think I was around 1.3 miles. At any rate, it felt good to get back out there, not physically, but the guilt is gone!
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