After running on sand for the last month, I take my first tarmac run today and float on a return-from-vacation-high. Gone is the white-sand-seaweed-covered-Caribbean-Sea-beach with fishing boats lolling @ Playa del Carmen…
lift knees, keep head up – focus on form not distance. Feeling reinvigorated plodding in the sand with controlled footfalls and arms swinging gently at my side – as if I am a different person running. Remember to take in the surroundings. I look around to see the glistening water and squint at the sun in my eyes – look at the lifeguard tower and check for dogs.
I blink and now as I run along the seawall with mountains in the distance and freighters on the inlet, I am out of my running rut – running like a robot in an endless cycle of repetition along the same route, which equals no pleasure and no goal. Carrying a fresh perspective and wearing my blue ‘Boston Strong’ socks, with gloves and neck warmer, I think of Boston – on a similar crisp clear day starting the marathon in Hopkinton with excitement and energy.
My running goal for the new year is coming clearer with each step:
Marathon du Medoc is the plan for September (if I get in), and training – of the wine drinking variety – starts now! It’s a marathon through the Medoc wine region of France with wine tasting along the way while wearing a silly costume.
No PB in mind just fun, run and a Rothschild red!