I am thankful for vacations. I am really thankful for vacations that seem to pop up JUST in the right time. Summer is winding down. School is starting back up. The routine and schedule of fall and winter is starting. It’s that last little slice of the freedom of summer.
This came at just the right time for me, because rest was on my body’s mind.
Training has been going great! Until, it wasn’t. I had a very high mileage week, that started strong, came winding around the mid-week strong, feeling awesome and then….Saturday!! My 10-miler turned into a 6-miler that was 12 minutes S L O W E R than the 7-miler I did the day before. Huh? Scratch your head and do that math! TWELVE minutes slower! I could tell when I left my house that things weren’t feeling “so great” and when it came time for me to turn around, I knew this run was &%$*!!!! I came home completely used up. Sick. In pain. Total bonk! I was irritated. I pouted. I even told the Hubs, “I know why people hate running. If it feels like this I WOULD HATE IT TO” In fact that day…I did. I hated it. Hubs sat dumfounded in hearing my words. This man has been with me for over 19 years, I honestly don’t think he has ever heard those words leave my mouth before.
I showered, didn’t stretch, never do (hello, we may have a problem here) and sat down for about 30 minutes. In silence. I am a thinker. A contemplate-er. A talk-it-out’er. A resolve-er. And then…my optimism (ya know…the one that’s ALWAYS there) showed up. I immediately thought, hmmm I am bound to have a bad running day here and there.
I’ll be back out again tomorrow!!! (Dang optimism)
**Side note** I am not a “get sore” type of person. It doesn’t matter the sport, the distance, if I’m doing yoga, lifting weights, doing Insanity, running, cycling, swimming….I don’t get sore. Hubs hates this about me. But it’s a fact Jack (yes I just watched an episode Duck Dynasty)
Well, the next morning when I woke up to run…I was sore. Sore in weird spots like, my ankles. My left hip. My stomach. I actually felt kind of sick. Not the kind of sick you feel as in over training. This was different. This is where the vacay fits in, because we were leaving in 3 days. I think I needed the rest. From what, I have no clue. But a rest none-the-less.
So off we went. The hubs and I, on a little three state, coastal vacation. It was perfect! It was just the rest that I needed. We left Idaho for Bend, OR on our first day. We love Bend. I could live in Bend, OR. The next day, we headed to California. It was nice being home, and seeing family and friends. Even had a little sneaky-surprise party planned by my oh-so-sneaky best friend. Good thing we have been friends for 100 years or she would’ve NEVER been able to pull it off. And boy, did I make things difficult for her. HAHA! (sorry K, I do love ya)
Leaving Redding, we headed for the coast, and just took our time driving the NorCal coast on Highway 101 and into OR and WA. The Oregon coast by far, has some of the most stunning scenery I’ve seen. I love all of the lighthouses. I love just being ON the ocean. There is a huge magnetic draw for me, towards the sea. It’s when I am most happy, most at peace. Along the way we stopped where we wanted, when we wanted. Really had no agenda or itinerary, all the way to Seattle. It was fabulous! Life is extraordinary on no schedule. Especially when you are on the coast, in the sand, with your best friend (this time referring to the hubs) We laughed (a lot) prayed (a lot) read, talked, walked, visited breweries, hiked, ate amazing food, visited the memorial of Nirvana’s Curt Cobain, visited several lighthouses, picked sea glass and moon stones and some times, just sat in utter silence. The weather was the best we have ever had driving the coast. It rained one day, but the rest were blue skies and full of sun! I didn’t think about running the whole time. OK…that might have been a white lie…but I didn’t “stress” on the fact that I wasn’t running, and was just enjoying the moment. I did wonder (for a split second) if taking that much time off was going to hinder fitness.
So back home today, I went out in this wonderful fall-like rain, and did a nice casual run. Just to see how the body was feeling. It felt incredible.
I’m glad I listened. Glad I took the rest. Marathon is 8 weeks away. And guess what? I love running! Even when I have a bad day, or sometimes a bad week. It’s bound to happen.
Great read, Paula! Need to get our fam back to the coast again….very calming and rejuvenating.