My final long run was Monday morning, on the second day of my vacation in Mexico. I set an alarm, plotted a route, and went to bed early. Then I got up on time, dressed, put on sunblock and set out by 7am.
Unfortunately, I got lost. I was supposed to run around road loop called the “Playacar”, and instead ended up in a sort of vacation home subdivision of the same name. I went for a great run down a road called the Bahia del Espiritu Sanctu. My run was still 5.4 miles; after my detour, I was at only an hour of running by my designated stop point, so I turned around and tacked another 10 minutes on by running up and down the tourist walking-only section of 5th avenue where I had started. Near the end of my run the sun was up and I could feel the heat on my face, which I was beginning to suspect had been missed in the sunblock application.
Still, I ran. And while you I’ve-got-running-in-my-blood runner types may think “Oh, you were on vacation! What a great time to run!”, for me it was a real struggle to get out the door. I even came back for 30 minutes on a treadmill on Wednesday.
At this point, the Turkey Trot is just days away, and either I’m going to make it in 1:18:13 or I’m not. I will run 30 minutes tomorrow to keep my legs loose, and maybe to experience cold again.